In the presidential suite, soft crystal lights illuminated the entire room, and Qiu Yuxin looked at Li Rui on the big bed.
"When did his drinking ability become so bad?" As he said this, he took off his shiny leather shoes.
If Qiu Yuxin knew how much wine Feng Zhiming had poured into him, she might not have said this.
Qiu Yuxin reached out to unbutton his shirt. As soon as her hand touched the button, Li Rui reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Yuxin, Yuxin." Li Rui opened his eyes, looked at Qiu Yuxin in front of him, and reached out to touch her face. This was the face that he dreamed of, but he only touched her face like this in his dreams.
Qiu Yuxin paused for a moment, and his eyes were filled with affection that he had never seen before.
Reaching out, she fell into his arms, "Don't leave me, don't leave me, do you know how much I love you, do you know how much I miss you?" He hugged her tightly with both hands, as if
It's the same as in a dream, I'm afraid that as soon as I open my eyes, she will disappear.
Qiu Yuxin was stunned by his murmurings. He might have said such words only when he was drunk! However, she was also satisfied.
Let her melt this iceberg with her passion.
What he thought was an obstacle was in her eyes just an excuse for him not to love.
Was the chance encounter that year right or wrong? Qiu Yuxin looked at him because she had seen his embarrassment back then, so she refused her approach, right? What if she loved him again? He wouldn't say it.
.
She was only ten years old at that time! But he was a street gangster, a little gangster, and he was completely different from the person he is now.
However, she fell in love with him and fell in love with him regardless of anything. Because of her family's opposition, she left home alone for five years, but when they met again, he still didn't change at all.
Qiu Yuxin moved her small hands lightly and touched the cufflinks on her cuffs. This was the only time he accepted something from her. Of course, she forced him to accept it and put it on for him with her own hands.
Her small body shrank and leaned into his arms, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and the moonlight filled the room with warmth.
Ling Yanyan drove back to the villa and parked the car in the garage. As soon as she got out of the car, Feng Zhiming picked her up and said, "Ah..." She suddenly jumped into the air, causing Ling Yanyan to scream in surprise,
Her arms wrapped around his neck.
Until they walked to the living room and both fell down on the huge sofa.
"It's so heavy!" Ling Yanyan was pressed by his heavy body and gasped slightly.
Feng Zhiming propped up his body with his arms, "Yanyan, I want you!" He stared at her closely and reached out to pull down her clothes.
Ling Yanyan did not refuse. He had not touched her since he was discharged from the hospital. He was afraid that she would be too weak. He held her every night but could not touch her and could only take a cold shower. She knew that and put her hands around his neck.
Suddenly, he took the initiative to put his lips on hers.
After taking off their clothes, the kiss had just begun when the doorbell rang and Feng Zhiming's lips kissed her white neck.
"Zhi Ming, the doorbell rang." Ling Yanyan pushed him gently with her little hand.
"No matter what, you must have rang the wrong doorbell." Feng Zhiming stretched out a hand to fix her little hand, and the kiss gradually moved downwards.
The doorbell still kept ringing, "Shit!" Feng Zhiming stood up and pressed the doorbell display next to the door. When he saw the person coming, he became even more unhappy.
Ling Yanyan pulled the thin blanket aside to cover her body, "Who is it?" She saw Feng Zhiming putting his pants back on with an unhappy look on his face, and suppressed the smile on his face.
Opening the door, Yan'er walked in dragging a suitcase and holding Hanghang in one hand.
When he saw the messy clothes lying on the floor, a teasing smile appeared on his face, "You won't solve it here, right?"
Feng Zhiming glared at her fiercely, "What's the point of coming so late?"
"I have no place to go, so I came here to ask you to take me in." Yan'er put on a pitiful look, "However, I will never disturb you in your work, you can continue."
Continue? Continue? She really knows how to choose the right time.
Feng Zhiming glared at her and said, "You can find a guest room upstairs by yourself. Also, we can only let you stay for one night." He picked up Yanyan on the sofa and walked upstairs.
"Hey, you don't need your clothes anymore." Yan'er simply meant it. After watching their disappearing figures, she took Hanghang's hand and said, "Come on, son, let's go upstairs too."
Hanghang nodded sleepily and followed Yan'er to the guest room on the second floor.
Feng Zhiming carried Ling Yanyan into the bedroom. The door closed gently and locked automatically. He gently threw her onto the soft bed, and the smile on Ling Yanyan's face grew stronger and stronger.
"You still dare to laugh?" Feng Zhiming covered her soft body with his entire body.
"I'm not laughing." Ling Yanyan hid her whole body under the thin blanket, her watery eyes looking at Feng Zhiming, who had an angry face in front of her.
Feng Zhiming's face came close to hers, "Let's continue." As he spoke, he pulled away the thin blanket covering her body.
"No!" Ling Yanyan dodged away, but he pulled her back, his hand reaching for her waist.
"It's so itchy, stop scratching it." Ling Yanyan kept hiding.
"Then tell me, do you want it?" Feng Zhiming stopped, but did not leave.
Ling Yanyan could only nod. He caught her weak point, knowing that she was most ticklish, but he always resorted to this trick.
Only then did Feng Zhiming stop his movements and leaned forward to press his lips to hers.
"Mommy! Why don't you sleep? Are you looking for dad, or are you looking for Aunt Yanyan?" Hanghang's voice sounded in front of the door.
Yan'er blocked Hanghang's mouth, but it was still a step too late. Feng Zhiming opened the door and yelled at Yan'er: "Yan'er!"
"I'm just passing by!" He said to Feng Zhiming innocently, turning around and glaring at his son. Why did she give birth to such an ignorant son? She took Hanghang's hand and walked back to the guest room.
Looking at the person on the bed with a sleepy look on his face, Feng Zhiming pulled the quilt and hugged her, "Go to sleep!" There was obvious displeasure in his tone, and he turned off the lights in the room.
Ling Yanyan raised her head from his arms and said, "Zhi Ming." Her small hands moved on his chest and her lips touched his cheek.
"Huh?" Feng Zhiming held her little hand. What was she planning?
"Can I ask you a favor?" Ling Yanyan asked him, holding back the waves of sleepiness.
Feng Zhiming met her eyes and asked, "What's the matter?" His voice was light, and she wanted something from him again?
"Can you help find Linlin?" Ling Yanyan said.
"For Li Minghao?" Feng Zhiming stared at her closely. Every time she had to do it for other men, she would ask him. On the contrary, he hoped that she would do it for herself.
Ling Yanyan noticed that he was a little unhappy and said coquettishly: "Can you help me?" She absolutely believed that Feng Zhiming could find out where Qin Lin was.
"It depends on my mood." Feng Zhiming said lightly, looking at the ceiling casually.
Ling Yanyan raised her face and kissed his sexy thin lips with her pink lips. It was just a light kiss at first, but it still aroused the desire that he had finally suppressed.
He turned over and pressed her down, "Yanyan, you win, I helped you with this."
"Then you..." Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by his falling kiss, and the deep kiss ended, "Now, you can only think about me, you can only see me! You can only feel me!"
His domineering possession took over everything, and his gentleness melted away all her rationality, leaving behind a room of charm that filled the two people entwined on the bed.
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