Before he could finish his sentence, Chang Chang immediately blocked his mouth. He opened his mouth and swallowed her fingers. He leaned down, adjusted his posture, and tightened her: "Shang Chang, actually, I am very happy."
"When I was most desperate and despised human nature, you always stood behind me and gave me warmth. My heart is right here, very comfortable..." He held her hand and held it close to his heart.
, what he said, his voice was nice, low and intoxicating: "Shang Shang, I want you to always smile like this at me, and never be stingy with your smile. Can you promise me?"
In other words, Chang Shang, always keep this simple smile full of beautiful yearning for the world. As long as you can always be so happy and cheerful, I am willing to pay any price; don't be like me...
Chang Mian's voice is very light and light, but it hides too much unspeakable bitterness. In the extremely light voice, there is condensed desire to the extreme.
Chang Shang opened her lips, but she didn't know what to say, she just had an illusion.
He seemed to have a fear that she would lose her smile, fear...
Yes, it was this emotion that lingered on him and refused to go away for a long time.
"What's so difficult about laughing? If you like it, I'll laugh for you every day." There was an incomprehensible distress in Chang Shang's heart. She raised her hand, touched his face, curved her lips playfully, and smiled brightly.
The white teeth and flowery smile gave people a particularly sweet feeling, which in a trance infected the man with a dark heart.
He kissed her, followed her smile, and kept kissing, but he felt that he couldn't get enough. It was a kind of greed that reached the extreme.
But suddenly there was a knock on the door. Chang Mian squinted his eyes, hearing the knocks one after another, feeling angry after being disturbed.
He opened the window and his tone was extremely cold. "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Chang, the real culprit of the hotel fire has been found." Leng Heng shuddered and looked at Chang Mian with apologetic eyes. He didn't mean to disturb Mr. Chang's good things, but the prince called and he didn't dare.
After hanging up, I could only carefully hand the phone in through the car window.
Chang Mian frowned, answered a few words, hummed a few times, and finally said to the phone with an unhappy look on his face: "Honghong, it's not a big deal. You came to disturb me so early in the morning."
Fu Hong was disappointed on the other end of the phone.
Obviously guessing something, he didn't care about Chang Mian. He coughed twice and told him to get it done quickly. The phone beeped and was cut off.
Of course he has to handle it well!
If it hadn't been for this arson case, he wouldn't have sorted out those memories. Now that he has sorted them out, he regrets everything and is worried that he can't find a place to vent.