"Yin Sa, I will never go against you again," Fred took a few steps back. How could he be so sinister at such a young age? It was too scary. He could even think of such a thing.
What he loves most is women. From now on, if he doesn't like her any day, just give it to a fat man of his. He will be crushed to death and disgusted to death.
Yin Sa just glanced at him lightly, as if she thought he was an idiot. Sure enough, his IQ became lower after sleeping in women's beds too many times.
He won't be that boring.
"Yin Sa, what's that look in your eyes? Have you ever looked at your brother like this? You brat, I'm much older than you. It doesn't matter if you don't respect me, but you still want to look at me with such a lustful look," said slightly coldly
Fred's screams could be heard from time to time in the air, and the sound broke out. It seemed to make the place warmer a lot, and it was no longer so dead. The night was originally quiet, but at this time, it didn't need to be like this.
"Uncle," Yin Sa said coolly, not caring that Fred's face turned blue again because of his anger.
"What uncle? I'm only 27 years old, and the boss is already 29. If you call me uncle, don't you just call me uncle?" Fred almost jumped up. He hates people calling him old the most in his life. This stinky boy thinks that he is old.
He is amazing for his young age. You know, he is called mature.
Yin Sa raised his hand to signal that he would admit defeat. But he just gave Fred an interesting look.
Seeing him admitting defeat, Fred raised the corners of his lips proudly. Sure enough, the ginger was still as hot as ever. However, his pride had not lasted for a few minutes when he saw an even colder gaze directed at him. He was a little stiff.
He turned around and saw a pair of cold eyes. The green color made him feel cold.
It's over, the beard on the tiger's face has been pulled out, he is dead this time, he almost sighs to the sky, why is he so stupid, forgetting that this person is here.
"Boss, I didn't mean it. You're still young and handsome." He said it a little bit arrogantly, but it obviously didn't have much effect.
"Qing," a soft voice came, and Fred felt like he was breaking out in cold sweat. He was really going crazy for sweating on such a cold day.
And the surrounding air seemed to begin to circulate under that clear sentence. Some pressure can sometimes be fatal.
"What's wrong, are you cold?" Arthur lowered his head and put his warm fingers on her forehead. He was relieved when he felt that it was not that cold.
"No," it was still a simple sound, a simple word, a sound that had disappeared for nearly a year, and it seemed a little difficult to find it again, and it seemed that it was really difficult to speak.
"Qing, never old." After she finished speaking, Qing smiled lightly, and she saw a faint smile slowly appearing on Arthur's lips, which was warm and cozy.
"Tsk, it's really a terrible influence," Fred muttered quietly, but he smiled even more happily. Looking at it this way, this is really fun. In the future, it is estimated that as long as he offends the boss, he will
Go and beg Xiang Qinglan, and you will live a good life.
She is not bad, a good woman, so he no longer has to worry about being thrown to the Antarctic by his boss. And his spring is coming.
"You're not stupid," Yin Sa looked at him looking like an idiot again, and shook his head in boredom. This man didn't know what he was thinking every day, he was terribly bored.
"I'm very smart to begin with," Fred rolled his eyes at him, but he didn't forget who was responsible for this. Yin Sa just turned his head, but no one saw him, and the corners of his beautiful lips had turned towards him.
It lifted a little, and it looked like an angel's face, looking very clean.
Xiang Qinglan looked back again, looking at the house that was gradually getting away from her sight. Goodbye, really goodbye, Zeng's love, and Zeng Jin's hurt.
"Lan, if one day you find out that I am very bad and not as clean as you think, what will you do? Will you leave me?" Arthur held her hand tightly and his voice became a little deeper. He
His voice was already extremely deep, and now it was even more so, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.
Xiang Qinglan raised her eyes slightly, and found that her hand was held tightly by him, but she did not speak, and what could be done to Arthur was just silence. In fact, she had known for a long time that Qing was an extremely simple person, but
, but Arthur, his living environment forced him to change, but with her, he will still be Qing, and he will always be.
Arthur pursed his thin lips tightly, but he forced a smile. "Lan, believe me, okay?" He held her hand tightly.
Xiang Qinglan stared at her big hands holding his own. These hands were huge and very warm.
She nodded. She always believed it, didn't she? He didn't hide anything from her.
"You are Qing, Qing is you. Qing is you in the past, and you are Qing now," she whispered softly, speaking very slowly, but Arthur held her hand tighter.
He understood what she meant, really, understood.
However, he did use means. And he has never been a good person. However, as long as she is by his side, it is enough and he is satisfied.
The wind kept lifting the corners of their clothes, and Xiang Qinglan held the clothes on his chest tightly. There was a faint fragrance of mint on his clothes, and everything seemed so familiar.
In fact, really, they can't find the past again, but only their future is waiting for them.
A quiet world was restored in the darkness, and the two people in the room finally ended several physical intercourses and fell asleep contentedly. The woman leaned delicately on the man's chest, holding her fingers tightly around the man's chest.
Her neck and slender legs were exposed, looking extremely sexy. Her body was covered with dark purple marks, which showed how hard they had used each other's body.
The man turned around, and there were bright red scratches on his back. He pulled away the woman's hand uncomfortably. It wasn't until half a day later that he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the familiar ceiling in front of him and the person sleeping next to him.
A woman he had almost forgotten.
He sat up. There were clothes on the floor, and even torn women's underwear. The black lace hurt his eyes. He looked at the still sleeping woman with a gloomy expression, and found on her face
He could see the color that once fascinated him, but now, he just felt a kind of betrayal, a complete betrayal.