Murong Qian's cheeks turned red suddenly, and she quickly shook her head and said: "No, it's nothing, I just said it casually."
Tang Yuyao smiled when he heard this and said: "That's good. Even though we said it was so exciting and really asked me to go abroad to do something big, I probably won't be able to leave behind these bottles and jars in China. Then I will be tied up again.
, nothing can be done.”
Murong Qian nodded and said: "That's it. There are so many things in this world that can give you the best of both worlds, especially for you, a guy who tied himself up with a group of wives too early and finally became a shackles. You want to
If you really want to go abroad and work hard, I’m afraid you won’t have much chance in this life.”
Tang Yuyao smiled helplessly, and his eyes changed slightly as he looked out the window.
Murong Qian followed his gaze and looked out, but found nothing unusual. She frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"It shouldn't be like this. The confrontation has been going on without progress. I don't know if there is a problem with my men or if there are some changes in this community."
Murong Qian was stunned when he heard this, and looked outside again. He didn't realize that in order to see clearly what was going on at the side door, he had squeezed in with Tang Yuyao. It could even be said that he had squeezed into Tang Yuyao's arms.
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Murong Qian is much taller than her sister. After all, one is still growing and the other is a mature woman. Therefore, although Tang Yuyao is not short either, Murong Qian suddenly squeezed into his arms, her hair
It also blocked Tang Yuyao's downward gaze. Tang Yuyao shook his head subconsciously and suddenly smelled a refreshing fragrance.
“It smells so good.”
Tang Yuyao said.
Murong Qian's body stiffened suddenly, and then she realized that she had actually squeezed into Tang Yuyao's arms, and it could be said that there was no gap between the two. Of course, Tang Yuyao could feel the unevenness of Murong Qian's body, and Murong Qian could also feel it.
You can feel the strength of Tang Yuyao's chest, as well as the fiery feeling that appeared down there at some point.
However, Murong Qian did not leave just now. In fact, she herself felt strange that she seemed to like such a gesture very much. Whether it was Tang Yuyao's broad chest or anything else, there was a sense of infatuation that made her feel.
Neither Tang Yuyao nor Murong Qian had ever thought that there is a kind of emotion in this world called Stockholm Syndrome. Because two people are dangerously close and spend a long time together, they develop a sense of attachment to each other.
They are not the first couple, and they are definitely not the last couple.
"Does it smell good?"
By some strange coincidence, Murong Qian suddenly asked such a question. Her body did not change at all, but Tang Yuyao could see that the back of Murong Qian's neck seemed to turn red.
Gently stroking Murong Qian's long hair, Tang Yuyao nodded and said: "It smells good, very fragrant."
Murong Qian breathed a long sigh of relief unknowingly, as if Tang Yuyao's praise made her very happy. After being quiet for a while, she asked again: "Do your wives also smell so good?"
Tang Yuyao suddenly felt a little embarrassed about this. He scratched his head randomly and said, "They are them, and you are you."
Murong Qian's head suddenly tilted back, she leaned into Tang Yuyao's arms and whispered: "What you said really makes sense."
Tang Yuyao didn't know what the meaning of his words just now was, but he seemed to think there was nothing wrong. When Murong Qian's head rested on his chest, Tang Yuyao could also feel some completely different atmosphere from last night.
As the feeling was slowly spreading between the two of them, he slightly moved Murong Qian's head, and sure enough he saw Murong Qian's eyes slightly closed, and her lips that had not been touched by lipstick looked extremely delicate at this time, as if they were open to anyone to pick.