Suggestions, during the consultation process, everyone is welcome to leave their opinions in the book review area********** Meng Xiaolan slowly walked to Peng Yun with lingering fear, and looked out the door.
After confirming that the woman in black clothes wrapped in a cloak had indeed left, she slammed the door, opened all three safety guards, and locked the door firmly.
"It scared me to death, huh!" After Meng Xiaolan finished all this, she sat down next to Peng Yun, with an expression of two people, making people wonder whether she was afraid of the snake or because of that.
The appearance of the woman in black?
Peng Yun lay down leisurely on the sofa, with his feet crossed on the armrests of the sofa. He had already thrown off his leather sneakers, and a stench spurted out from his super sweaty feet. It was so strong that it was almost harmonious.
Comparable to poison gas bombs.
Meng Xiaolan stretched out her small white hand and slapped her nose twice, angrily urging Peng Yun: "Go and wash off your super smelly feet. Do you want to smoke everyone to death? I think there will be another war."
There’s no need for guns and guns, I’ll just let you take off your shoes, and then everyone will commit suicide.”
"It's not such an exaggeration. I can only use a tank regiment at most. I still use the kind of tanks that were used in World War I. But if you go there, it should be much stronger than any other weapon. At that station, attack that gang
A charming smile from the Japanese can't make them all hungry to death!" Peng Yun started making nonsense again, but he couldn't move anywhere anyway.
When Meng Xiaolan saw him lying on the sofa, she really had nothing to do with him, so she walked into the bathroom. Peng Yun was lying on the sofa, eating melon seeds while taking out a few books that Meng Xiaolan had pressed under the sofa cushions.
Flipping through the pages. When Meng Xiaolan came out, Peng Yun seemed to have not found the book. He raised his head and said, "Where is that copy of Jing Huayuan? Where did you throw it? I only read half of it last time and I haven't finished it yet."
"That book, I was told to throw it in the trash can. Who knows where you got it from? It's full of bacteria. I threw it away when I saw that I couldn't keep it!" Meng Xiaolan put a basin of water in front of Peng Yun, and started to
He moved it off the armrest of the sofa and placed it in the basin.
Peng Yun was so excited that he took his feet out of the water and looked at Meng Xiaolan with bared teeth: "You are too cruel. This is boiling water. Do you think this is the pig's trotters you bought? Besides, I haven't taken off my socks yet."
Woolen cloth!"
Meng Xiaolan wrinkled her nose and tapped Peng Yun's feet with her hand disapprovingly: "You still call those socks, you see for yourself, if you take them off, they can be used as gloves!"
Peng Yun stretched out his hand and pulled down his socks with five toes exposed, while he defended shamelessly: "You don't understand, this is called fashion, just like you women, don't you know that the less clothes you wear, the better?
This is also trendy for me!”
"Who said we are wearing less and less fashionable clothes?" Meng Xiaolan's ears perked up.
Peng Yun couldn't help but regret that he spoke too quickly, instead of changing what he heard from the members of the Huya Special Warfare Brigade, because that would only happen decades later.
"Haha, that's what I guessed." Peng Yun was thick-skinned enough to lie without blushing, "Do you think my socks are trendy?"
"Trendy, you big-headed idiot, I think you are just too lazy. Tell me how many pairs of socks I bought for you, but I won't let you wear them like this!" He pinched his nose and picked up Peng Yun's socks, throwing them aside.
After clearing the trash can, Meng Xiaolan let out a sigh of relief, cursed angrily, walked to the closet, squatted down and took out a pair of black men's socks from the bottom layer of the closet.
"That's not because -" Peng Yun's words stopped abruptly. Lying on the sofa, he saw Meng Xiaolan squatting in front of the wardrobe. The already very short vest on it was lifted up because of her body leaning forward, revealing a strip of snow-white hair.
Skin, couldn't help but think of what happened between the two of them last time, and his heart skipped a beat.
Meng Xiaolan didn't notice anything strange about Peng Yun. She was still squatting in front of the closet and busy. She didn't realize at all that her love was leaked and was attracting the greedy gaze of a woman.
Peng Yun looked at the fragrant picture in front of him and couldn't help but swallow. He was just an ordinary man. Of course he had normal desires. As for being Liu Xiahui, he had never thought about it. His principle was to do what he liked.
It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong.
He was not unmoved by Meng Xiaolan's affection for him. He knew that as long as he was willing, Meng Xiaolan was willing to do anything for him, including going to bed. But he still couldn't reach out to unbutton Meng Xiaolan's buttons.
times, it was purely an accident and of course it cannot be counted.
"Have you finished washing? The water will get cold after a while!" Meng Xiaolan reached out and hit Peng Yun on the head, who was staring at the basin in a daze, threw the socks beside him, turned around and walked into the bedroom.
Peng Yun looked at her graceful figure, and suddenly felt that he was very sorry for her. Ever since the two met for the first time, and then after he accidentally saved her, Meng Xiaolan had always cared about and taken care of his life like his own woman, even for
I am scared, but I have never made any promises to her, and sometimes I have not even met her small requirements. Am I being selfish?
Meng Xiaolan walked out of the bedroom and changed into a cotton nightgown. There were no buttons on the white nightgown. There was only a belt tied around her waist. The V-shaped collar was opened very low, showing Meng Xiaolan's white neck and chest.
They were all exposed from the opening, and her deep vagina could even be vaguely seen. Peng Yun looked at the beauty in front of him in a daze.
"What are you looking at? It looks like a bear in the zoo. It's so stupid." Meng Xiaolan didn't notice Peng Yun's strangeness. She grabbed the book that was still on the sofa and put it on the sofa casually. The hem of her pajamas was inadvertently touched.
Pulling up a corner, a plump and round snow-white thigh was exposed, which almost made Peng Yun's nose bleed.
"Meng Xiaolan, am I...!"
Peng Yun wanted to say something grateful, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out. He muttered.
"What's wrong with you today? You always talk confusingly. Did you scare the snake just now?" Meng Xiaolan looked at Peng Yun, who was sweating profusely, and explained according to her own ideas, completely forgetting that she was scared by the snake just now.
It's myself.
"It's not like this... It's like this... What I mean is like this..." Peng Yun even wanted to stretch out his hand to give himself a mouth, but now he could even speak the entire sentence clearly. This was simply...
.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Meng Xiaolan finally noticed something strange about Peng Yun. She dropped the page of the book she had just read, picked up the stethoscope on the side, and pressed it on Peng Yun's heart.
Just when Peng Yun couldn't escape being a guinea pig, a mysterious phone call freed him from the dilemma that Meng Xiaolan kept asking. Peng Yun jumped off the sofa as if he was running for his life, and reached out to grab a copy from the coffee table.
Pick up the phone.
"Hello, who are you?" When Peng Yun heard the voice of a strange man, he immediately calmed down and asked politely but without any emotion.
"Do you still remember the man?" An old but very strong voice sounded, and the words he said made Peng Yun change his color suddenly.
The smile on Peng Yun's face disappeared completely in an instant, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"There are many powerful men in Fengtian, but I value my righteousness more than my body; I go out with a loud roar, and it will not be too late to behead me." The vigorous voice sounded again, this time reciting a poem.
"How do you know this poem? Who are you?" Peng Yun roared with a distorted face, and the hand holding the phone trembled.
"The enemy drinks strong wine and chats and laughs with each other; Jing Ke went before him, and he became Qin Yan in anger; the yellow crane did not return, and the water was cold; now there are thousands of people, writing books with blood for as long as the sky, hungry for the meat of Japanese pirates
, fight against stubborn enemies. Don’t seek fame and history, just for the sake of old rivers and mountains. Live without fear of death, be magnanimous and seek peace of mind.”
Meng Xiaolan looked at Peng Yun, who looked pale. He had never seen Peng Yun so angry as he was today. The veins on his head were popping out, and his eyes turned faint red. A violent aura enveloped his whole body.
, standing next to Meng Xiaolan, she felt as if she was in the center of a storm, and it was a little difficult to breathe.
Bravely reaching out her hand, Meng Xiaolan gently held Peng Yun's hand. She really felt the trembling of Peng Yun's body. A cold feeling came from Peng Yun's palm. The cold feeling made Meng Xiaolan shudder involuntarily.
Got a shiver.
"Who are you?" Peng Yun's voice became calmer, but it was terrifyingly low, as if a terrifying storm was brewing.
"A monument is made of iron and blood, and a corpse is wrapped in horse leather. Even if it turns into the wind, it will go to the top of the clouds with a smile!" The old man still took his time and recited the last few sentences, and then said calmly: "Young man, if you want to know the answer,
See you at Riverside Park at ten o’clock tomorrow night!”
"Okay, I will go to the appointment on time." Peng Yun hung up the phone coldly and stared out the window blankly, but the past events, the pain, the despair, the anger, the desolation, were already flooding in his heart.
, making him feel like a gasoline barrel full of explosives, which would explode with just the slightest spark.
"Peng Yun, are you okay?" Meng Xiaolan shook Peng Yun carefully. The situation just now made her hands and feet tremble a little. At that time, Peng Yun did not have the usual sunshine and peace, and was like a crazy beast.
People only have a sense of danger, which makes people want to stay away.
Peng Yun turned around, his eyes seemed to be filled with raging flames. The blazing heat made Meng Xiaolan couldn't help but take a step back. She subconsciously stretched out her arms to protect her chest, and her body suddenly became light, and she was stopped by Peng Yun.
Pick him up and walk to the bedroom.
Meng Xiaolan closed her eyes, and two crystal tears slowly appeared from the corners of her eyes, and then flowed down her cheeks. She did not feel ashamed and painful because of Peng Yun's roughness, but these two tears were because he felt what Peng Yun was feeling in his heart.
That kind of depression and mania, that kind of trembling from the soul, he didn't expect that Peng Yun, who had always been so sunny, would bury such great pain deep in his heart. At this moment, she knew that her heart was different from Peng Yun's.
The hearts are connected together, suffering his pain and enjoying his happiness.
When the storm calmed down, Peng Yun gently stroked Meng Xiaolan in his arms, his tone full of guilt: "Meng Xiaolan, I'm sorry, I hurt you just now, I was so excited!"
Meng Xiaolan raised her head, looked at Peng Yun's delicate face, stretched out a pair of thin lotus-like arms, and gently wrapped them around Peng Yun's neck. There was still the aftertaste of passion in her slightly panting tone: "I
If you like it, as long as you are happy, you can do whatever you want."
Peng Yun slowly rubbed Meng Xiaolan's smooth and white arms with rough fingers, raised his head and looked up at the ceiling, and did not say another word for a while.
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ps: The recent plot is an attempt to have multiple main lines. It seems that the feedback is not very good and the plot is a bit disjointed. This is something I need to pay more attention to. In addition, Peng Yun is one of Luo Xiao's apprentices, so I will explain it here by the way.