Qiu Mo felt that she was getting more and more strange. All the senses in her body seemed to be tightly attached to that slightly rough palm. Wherever he went, she could make her moan.
She was ashamed and annoyed by this feeling, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning softly in love.
He is a master at flirting, and he can find the sensitive spots on her body with just a few simple strokes, and then watch her move her soft body with enjoyment and twisting.
He took off her pajama pants, letting her surrender naked under him, and spread her slender legs with his long hands.
The sunshine after the rain was extraordinarily warm, creating a bright layer on the still closed curtains.
On the big white bed, the girl's beautiful and white body bloomed like a flower, with her black hair spread under her body, messy and enchanting.
The man on her body has a perfect inverted triangle figure and wheat-colored skin that is healthy and sexy.
The man's movements were careful with a hint of aggressive wildness, gentle with a hint of hungry impatience, as if he wanted to completely rub the girl under him into his body.
Broken moans came intermittently, moistening the dry air, and sounded like the most beautiful notes to the ears.
He moved in and out of that petite body wantonly, taking her straight to the magnificent clouds.
The sound of the ferry setting sail could be heard in the distance, along with the sound of breathing that was gradually getting deeper.
She ran her long fingers through her hair and gently kneaded her soft scalp. She leaned in his arms enjoying herself, her body still covered in a layer of fragrant sweat from the passion just now.
"Does it still hurt?" The man's concerned words sounded close to his ears.
She put her head into his arms angrily and curled up a little smaller. It was obviously so painful, but then there seemed to be a more unfamiliar and joyful feeling that covered up the pain. She didn't want to speak, and the two of them
A hand was pressed tightly against his chest.
He smiled slightly, and slowly moved his evil hand to her lower body, gently rubbing the painful area.
She tightened her legs, but she had to admit that it was very comfortable.
After lingering like this for a while, the phone suddenly rang.
Leng Xiao knew it was Wen Shang, and also knew that he had already arrived at the door. Afraid of embarrassment to the little woman in his arms, he put her back into the quilt, covered her tightly with the quilt, and then pushed the door open and walked out.
Wen Shang was not surprised at all when he came in. He handed over the bag in his hand and said, "Your clothes are ready and the new car is parked downstairs. There will be a shareholders' meeting at nine o'clock.
At 1:30, I made an appointment with President Xie of the Bank of East Asia for dinner..."
Leng Xiao waved his hand: "Okay, don't talk anymore, you can arrange everything."
"Yes, then I'll wait for you downstairs."
After Wen Shang left, Leng Xiao took a shower and changed into clothes. In a short while, he looked bright and beautiful.
He walked to the bed and touched Qiu Mo's still red face. If he hadn't had business to do, he wouldn't have let her go so easily, but the days ahead were long.
When I think of this, I feel very happy.
"Momo, I'll have someone pick you up later, and you'll move back today." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
Her eyes that were still half-closed suddenly opened at this moment, looked at him and said: "Leng Xiao, let's have a good talk."
"We don't have time now. If we have anything to do, we can talk about it back at the cold house." His tone was firm and could not be refuted. After having sex with her, he became even more determined to keep her by his side, whether she wanted to or not.
willing.
"Leng Xiao, you are going too far. You don't care about my feelings at all." Qiu Mo sat up from the bed excitedly, but forgot that she was completely naked. She hurriedly wrapped herself with a quilt in shame and anger, her clear eyes
There was a hint of anger in his heart.
She originally thought that after what happened last night and today, he would be able to understand her. Any talk of enjoying a free life was an excuse. She just didn't know what kind of mentality she should have to get along with him when she returned to Lengzhai. She often thought of death.
She felt a sense of guilt, as if the child was watching her from above every day, watching how she had a sweet relationship with the murderer who indirectly killed him.
She just wants them to start over, instead of continuing the past, so that she can feel at ease.
Facing her angry eyes, Leng Xiao also lost his temper. All the things he thought about yesterday seemed to be forgotten again. He didn't understand why it was so difficult to be with her. He would
Satisfying everything she wants, he will give her the happiness that other women will look up to in their entire lives, as long as she wants it, as long as he has it.
He rubbed his hair irritably, not wanting to be angry with her, and tried to say calmly: "If you don't like going back to the cold house, then wherever you like, wherever you like, I will buy a house there, just you and me.
Is this good?"
Qiu Mo avoided his attentive eyes and whispered: "Leng Xiao, you still don't understand, it's not a question of where you live at all."
"Okay, tell me what the problem is. If it's my fault, I can change it."
Qiu Mo suddenly raised her head, with a hurt expression in her eyes, "Can children be changed back?"
Seven months, that child is already seven months old. He has hands, feet, and a heart. She can even feel that he has a mind, because when she is unhappy, he always kicks her.
Comfort her, every time she thinks about it, she feels miserable.
"Give me some time, Leng Xiao." Her face was full of pleading, and seeing it in his eyes made his heart hurt.
She really didn't want to be with him because of the child. It was his fault at the beginning, but that was because he didn't know how much he loved her at the time. Now, he just wants to make up for it.
"Okay, I think we all need time to calm down." Leng Xiao glanced at her one last time, with complicated emotions in his eyes. When she raised her gaze, he turned around and pushed the door open.
Hearing the slamming sound of the door closing, Qiu Mo wrapped herself tighter with the quilt, unable to suppress the chills all over her body. She once said to herself that she would never forgive him in this life, but God knows how much she loves him.
This kind of love can tolerate all his faults. In the past, even if she could escape to the ends of the earth, her heart would still be by his side.
What is he worried about? He will never leave him in his life.
*****
After two days of rest, Qiu Mo's cold was almost gone. On Monday, she went to work as usual.
Surprisingly, there was a large bouquet of pink roses on the table.
She picked it up in surprise and looked for the message label in the bouquet, but there was nothing in it.
"Qiu Mo, is this a gift from your boyfriend?" Sister Li came over and asked curiously.
Qiu Mo shook her head, Leng Xiao would not send flowers to her, but she couldn't think of who sent them.