The touch was soft and the juice was sweet. Zhao Qiang easily inserted his tongue into Lan Xin's mouth. Because her mouth was still in a strange posture, her mouth was open. She felt Lan Xin's heart pounding in her chest.
The pulse of the ground and the plumpness of the pair of buds, smelling the orchid breath from her nose, Zhao Qiang suddenly felt that time seemed to be flowing backwards, to a long, long time ago.
The past that had been deliberately hidden by the couple suddenly surged out like an endless tide, and then the two of them were like drowning people, their brains instantly overwhelmed by the exhaustive information. The couple seemed to be lying on the glass.
Fly, the future is bright, but he can't find a way out for his feelings. Full text hand-typed
Zhao Qiang originally wanted to kiss him, but when he saw that he could get in, he stuck his tongue in. Well, it became a kiss again. The only regret was that Lan Xin didn't take the initiative to cooperate. However, she didn't resist.
Zhao Qiang is easily satisfied. Even if others don't cooperate, he can also find fun himself. His tongue jumps, rotates and teases in Lan Xin's mouth, like a skilled ballet dancer. When the dance starts,
A sharp pain came, and then Zhao Qiang started yelling.
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts... junior sister, please spare my life..." Zhao Qiang begged for mercy vaguely when his tongue was bitten. Lan Xin didn't mean to spare her life at all, and the two rows of small silver teeth on the upper and lower rows pressed harder.
, until a scarlet liquid flowed into his mouth, then he released Zhao Qiang's tongue and allowed him to escape. Please come to "" to read the latest chapter.
Zhao Qiang jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. He stuck out his tongue in front of the mirror, leaving a row of teeth marks on the tongue. The skin was broken in places where he bit hard, and bright bloodshot eyes were still oozing out. Zhao Qiang was depressed.
, quickly took out the essential medicine bottle from his tight pocket and poured some male powder on it, and then stopped the bleeding. It's just that his speech is not as clear as before, and his Mandarin, which was not standard in the first place, now sounds even more suffocated.
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Zhao Qiang calmed down in the bathroom and worked hard to digest the large fragments that appeared in his mind when the two kissed just now. At that time, the sky was blue, the water was clear, and the relationship between the two was very good...
…Some people say that time is the best healer, but it is also the best cure. When you throw away every bit of your previous life and memories in the long river of time, is this an emotional betrayal?
Promises made from time to time do not count when we were children. Now, do we have to continue pretending and forgetting? Do we remember them or do we never recall them again?
When facing Lan Xin again, Zhao Qiang felt that his mood was in chaos. Similarly, he also felt that Lan Xin was the same. Originally, she was not like this. All the words used to describe nuns could be used to describe her.
On her. Now, her heart is also in confusion.
When Zhao Qiang left the shower room, Lan Xin was still lying on the bed in the same position, with her body lying flat on her back, her hands spread on both sides, her long hair messy on the snow-white quilt, and there was a bright red blood stain on the corner of her mouth that had not yet dried up. This red stain
Set against her pale face, a coquettish and scorching feeling of warmth arose spontaneously.
"Actually, I really want to kill you, very much." Lan Xin murmured, staring blankly at the ceiling.
If you are a man who understands women, the best choice at this time is to leave. She needs peace, and Zhao Qiang also feels that his thoughts should be sorted out again now. Whether it is picking up the knife on the ground, handing it over and saying, "Here, kill."
"Please kill me" or try to hug her and comfort her, both are very irrational choices. The former is ignorant, and the latter is not suitable for Lan Xin's character. Maybe other women can do this, but Lan Xin cannot.
She is an extremely proud woman. Even if she is completely defeated emotionally, she is not willing to lower her noble head in front of others. She loses, but does not admit defeat. This is the character of this woman. Zhao Qiang turned back to the shower room to get a clean towel.
, wet it with warm water, walked to Lan Xin, gently wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth, then poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside table, closed the door and went out.
She took off her tattered coat that had been scratched by Lan Xin, stood at Lang Yixin's door and knocked on his room door. The doorbell was nearby, but Zhao Qiang didn't like to use such modern things. The door opened quickly.
, his hair was still a little wet, wearing white trousers and a white shirt, Dilang Yixin stood at the door, looking at him calmly.
"The Xiahou sect and the sect with different surnames have always been peaceful. There have been many conflicts suddenly. There are many casualties and casualties. What do you think about this?" Zhao Qiang walked in minding his own business, sat on a chair carelessly, and said in vague words.
.The tongue is injured and it is difficult to speak.
"What's wrong with your mouth?" Lang Yixin looked at Zhao Qiang's mouth strangely. Suddenly, as if he had figured it out, he shrugged and said, "I didn't ask."
"Damn, be serious about your work." After being exposed, Zhao Qiang became a little angry and started to use his identity as the leader of the Xuanwu Sect to pressure others. Damn, he doesn't have the aura of a king and domineering person in his profession. The younger brothers only need to
Everyone within three meters of it will be affected by it, and they will worship if they accept it.
"You must have asked her this question. I don't know any more than she does. It may be because of one thing that caused their relationship to be extremely bad. Moreover, the relationship within the princely family is complicated. The spokesperson of the Xiahou faction
Xiahou Ruoxuan and the spokesperson of the different surname faction have another level of agreement in private. With their penetration of their respective forces during this period, they are fully capable of preventing such fighting incidents. If I guessed correctly, these few times
The struggle was started by Xiahou Ruoxuan and Lezheng Ruibin." Lang Yixin thought for a while and expressed his thoughts.
Zhao Qiang looked at Lang Yixin in surprise and asked strangely: "Why are you talking so much today?"
"In a good mood." Lang Yixin said with an expression. Hearing Lang Yixin's answer, Zhao Qiang almost laughed out loud. This reminded him of an advertisement "Good teeth, good appetite." Lang Yixin was in a good mood, so he said
many.
"Then what factors do you think would cause such a big conflict between these two people?" Zhao Qiang asked with a smile. His tongue hurt a little. He had to pick it up when he spoke, so his words were very unclear and a little windy.
"Maybe it has something to do with you." Lang Yixin glanced at Zhao Qiang and said.
"What does it have to do with me? I'm not there." Zhao Qiang said with a smile. He knew that Lang Yixin was just guessing. Otherwise, he would have put the evidence in front of him in an orderly manner. He is not the kind of person who likes to talk too much.
The talking man.
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Zhang Ren was very disappointed today. He originally thought that walking into the pretty courtyard openly with such good news would definitely make the Golden God praise him, and then he would officially enter the inner circle of the Prince's Gate and be envied and admired by other brothers.
Or looking at him with jealous eyes. Unexpectedly, he didn't get all this, and made a fatal mistake. Thinking of those eyes staring at him calmly, Zhang Ren felt a wave of pressure coming from him, and his mood began to rise.
A little impatient.
Following the two helpers Le Zheng Ruibin found for him, the three of them immediately drove to the entrance of the Hong Kong Tianqiao Hospital in the suburbs and prepared to wait and wait. Although the Wanghou Sect was extremely powerful in this city, they could just break into someone like this.
It is also inappropriate to go to a hospital with huge traffic to rob people.[
Although he was the leader of the intelligence team, he did not dare to show off in front of these two guys who were just ordinary bodyguards. Zhang Ren took out a cigarette from his pocket and took the initiative to hand it to the two Le Zheng Ruibin who were working with him.
The confidant said: "Come on, brother, let's smoke a cigarette first. There are too many people now. Isn't it a bit embarrassing for us to just barge in like this?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, a stocky man with pimples on his face took the cigarette, took out the fire and lit it for Zhang Ren, and said: "Yeah, grabbing it hard is not an option. But we can't do it either.
Wait, the hospital is full of people all day long, we can wait, and so can Mohegan God."
Zhang Ren smoked half of a cigarette in one breath, leaned his head on the car, thought for a while, and said: "I will go in and find a way to trick her out, and then take her away. The owner of the door means that no other
People know that I happen to have a secret place, let’s take people there directly...what do you two mean?"
"Okay, we two brothers are sent by the Golden God to help you. We listen to you." The man with acne on his face replied. At this time, no one wants to be the one who makes the final decision, especially the Golden God.
When you are angry.
"Okay, I'll go bring him out." He took another fierce puff on the cigarette in his hand, and then threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground. He reached out to open the door and was about to walk into the hospital gate.
Suddenly stopped. At the door of the hospital, a man in a suit was leading a woman in a black short-sleeved sweater. The two said a few words at the door, and the man pointed to an Audi in the parking lot at the door.
, the woman walked towards the car with him.
The man opened the car door first. When the woman stretched her head to talk to the people in the car, the man behind suddenly pushed her body inward, then jumped into the back seat, and the car door slammed shut.
As soon as the two got in the car, the car started and drove quickly towards Chunlan Street.
"What's wrong?" The man with acne asked urgently when he saw Zhang Ren standing motionless at the door.
Zhang Ren always felt that the woman wearing a short-sleeved sweater and black trousers looked familiar. When the man suddenly put her into the car from behind, Zhang Ren was wary of thinking that she might be the gangster Xia Hou.
The obstetrician Ruoxuan saw had met once before, but last time she was wearing a doctor's white coat. Due to a subconscious misunderstanding, if it weren't for the man's actions behind him, he would never have thought of the woman in casual clothes.