Ling Kexin stood at the door, watching the handsome man lock the car door and stride over with a beige windbreaker hanging on his arm.
"Honey, what are you doing in the cold wind at the door?" Moer Ye asked with a smile before he reached Ling Kexin.
Ling Kexin was wearing a high-collared white sweater and a black leather skirt, her hair was loosely pulled up, she pouted, raised her arm, and pointed to the Vacheron Constantin watch on her left hand.
"How long has it been?"
Mo Ye came closer, held her chin, and narrowed his eyes, "I watched it for more than half an hour."
"You have the nerve to say that."
"Unexpectedly, I sent someone home."
"Male or female?"
"Female."
"Hey!" Ling Kexin glared at him, almost angry, "You are so honest. Did it fall in love at first sight?"
"That's right." A hint of interest flashed through Moor Ye's heart, and he said smoothly, "She is very beautiful, like a movie star, and has a charming smile, and her voice is extremely sweet and mellow. I really... fell in love at first sight."
After hearing this, Ling Kexin frowned slightly, then rolled her eyes and smiled, "Okay, this just shows that you are very discerning and have elegant taste. I am very lucky to have such a man! As the saying goes, there must be a husband for every husband.
His wife! Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black..."
"Hey! Wife." A certain man's expression condensed, "Like a husband, like a wife..."
Ling Kexin raised her hand to stop, "Listen to me, I am honored to be with you, and I will learn from you! Don't worry, I will not restrain you, nor will I be jealous, I am very happy! Haha... both of us are
free!"
"Little goblin!" Moor Ye picked her up, hugged her sideways, kicked the door shut, and then sat on the sofa with her in his arms.
"Why have I never seen you jealous? Wife, have you never loved me?"
If the wife is not jealous, the man will feel frustrated.
"Childish!" Ling Kexin plucked his hand and turned to get off without answering him, "Eat dinner quickly."
"No, you have to say a word to me!" Morye tightened his grip around her waist and asked her to sit with her legs spread apart.
"What words?"
One of the man's hands became restless and slid from her waist to her thigh...
There was a heater in the room, as warm as spring, and Ling Kexin didn't wear much. The man's hand easily slid to the place he wanted, and he said ambiguously: "Say... you love me!"
Ling Kexin grabbed his stupid hand, raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Don't even think about it!"
"These two words, I thought you were jealous." After saying that, he naughtyly nibbled her plump part through her clothes.
Ling Kexin's cheeks turned red, she held his ear and said, seemingly truthfully, "More Ye, if you want to change your taste, you must tell me as soon as possible and I will prepare a bottle of vinegar for you."
"Little goblin, you just like to disobey me!" Moor Ye seemed annoyed. He turned over and pressed her down on the sofa in a domineering manner, "Tell me, do you love me?"
"I don't love..." Ling Kexin said hard and wanted to laugh, but held it back.
The man pulled off the belt and tied her hands in a prank. Ling Kexin struggled. He turned her over with a smirk, lifted up her skirt, took off her panties, patted her white buttocks, and ordered: "Say
!”
"Don't even think about it...ah! Devil, you are really working hard."
"Papa pa..." The spanking was so loud that my butt turned red after just two strokes.
The color was so bright and alluring. The man's eyes widened all of a sudden, his breathing became short, and he leaned over the woman's ear and gasped, "Baby, tell me something nice."
"Can you please stop being so perverted?"
This man was killing her. His fingers kept teasing her at sensitive areas. She tried to avoid him but twisted her body, as if she wanted to resist him, and the numb electric current rushed through her body, and she moaned uncontrollably.
Her hands were tied, and her limbs were controlled by the man and curled up into an ambiguous posture. The light in the living room was still bright, and her lower body was exposed in front of the man. Even though Ling Kexin was the mother of the child, her face was still as red as boiling.
of shrimp.
"Let go, you stinky man, you perverted hooligan..." This scolding was really ecstatic.
"If you don't tell me, I'll be horny." The man's Adam's apple shook his head and let out a low laugh.
"You said it, you are more perverted." I really understand.
The man's smile became even bigger, he bit her earlobe and whispered, "My dear, I only love you."
"Well..." Ling Kexin sighed comfortably.
Men like to listen to her ###, look at her beautiful eyes becoming more and more blurred, take off their restraints, grab her waist, and let her white body poke towards him hard...
After a fierce battle, the man's passion was very high. He wore a shirt, hugged his wife, and started to feed her to the hot hot pot on the table.
"I'll do it myself." Ling Kexin turned to get down.
If a man doesn't let her go, her wife will be so fragrant, especially after making love, she will exude a fragrance that makes him deeply obsessed with her. She is soft and fragrant in his arms, and he can eat rice fragrantly and can eat tofu at any time.
After being in love with this man for more than half a year, Ling Kexin still couldn't let go sometimes. This man became more and more unruly. Every time the children were not at home and Lu Qiaoer was not around at night, his boldness would surprise her.
No, after she was tortured by him for a while, he asked her to sit on his lap while her lower body was still naked.
What's even worse is that he drank too much, and when he got into the mood, he hugged her and started to...
"Yeah, let me eat some." As soon as he picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, the man rushed down and the meat fell out of his mouth.
Ling Kexin wanted to turn around and hit him, but he bit her neck from behind. The meal was hot and exciting...
Life with a lover is very sweet, life without a lover is lonely.
Mo Yiting is lonely and lonely, but that is just an appearance. Today, she feels more and more fulfilled in her heart. At the same time, she adheres to a truth - keep yourself busy so that you will not have random thoughts.
She works during the day, sometimes goes to the orphanage at night, and goes to Xiangshan on weekends. What a full schedule.
When she was sleeping, she talked to the twelve zodiac signs on the bed table, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.
Today is the weekend. When she came back from the orphanage, it was getting very late. After taking a bath, she looked at the computer for a while, listened to music, and chatted with friends.
Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, she turned off the computer, picked up a zodiac monkey, put it next to the pillow, and lay down with a smile.
"Qiao Hou, are you okay in the south? Is there any danger? Why don't you contact me?" She nodded to herself.
Qiao Zhenzhong was born in the year of the Monkey. If she hadn't looked carefully, she wouldn't have known that Qiao Zhenzhong had carved a line of words on the base - Monkey who loves you.
The monkey is vividly carved, and its scratching of its head and ears is very realistic.
But Mo Yiting didn't think it looked like Qiao Zhenzhong at all. She once lined up the twelve zodiac animals in a row and looked at them carefully on the table. She felt that the horse that resembled him should be that one, arrogant and untamed...
…
"Ring ring..." Mo Yiting had just squinted her eyes when the cell phone on the bed table rang. She picked it up and saw that the caller ID was He Xiaoxiao, whom she had not contacted for a long time. She immediately jumped up from the bed.
"Xiao Xiao?" The tone was strange, but he couldn't hide his excitement.
"Yiting...are you asleep?" He Xiaoxiao's voice was a little hoarse, as if his throat was dry and congested after being tired.
"not yet."
"Do you want to see the stars?"
Are there any stars tonight? Mo Yiting blinked, got out of bed, opened the curtains, and squinted at the sky... There were indeed a few stars shining, scattered like broken crystals.
It may be too late, the city's night sky has become dull and dusty, and the sky has become much cleaner.
"Where are you?"
"Downstairs." He Xiaoxiao looked at the fourth-floor window and saw her.
She has long jet-black hair and a white nightgown. Her face is bright and clear, and her eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky.
After a while, the lights on the window went out, and a white figure rushed out of the corridor quickly. The cold wind blew her long hair, revealing her bright smile.
"It's so cold," Mo Yiting gasped and got into the car with a smile. She turned to look at He Xiaoxiao in the driver's seat, "Are you... okay?"
He Xiaoxiao curled his lips, his eyes were warm, and there was a touch of tenderness, "It's okay, I just can't sleep."
Mo Yiting took off her white ultra-thin down jacket and put it on her legs. She raised her hand to smooth her long hair casually, pulled out an elastic band on her wrist and tied it, and said with a smile: "Let's go then, I'll watch the stars with you."
Everything she did in front of her was so natural, her smile was sweet and beautiful, and she was no longer shy as before.
He Xiaoxiao looked at her and suddenly felt a little disappointed.
He suppressed the strange feeling and started the car. He didn't talk much along the way. On the contrary, Mo Yiting kept telling stories about the children in the orphanage.
When she talks about her children, her eyes are bright and the smile on her lips is warm, which shows how much she likes those children.
"Yiting," when he came to the riverside, He Xiaoxiao stopped the car and didn't get out of the car directly. He half turned around and looked at Mo Yiting through the light coming from outside, "How are you?"
Mo Yiting blinked and seemed confused, "Am I not very good?" She opened her hand and clenched her fist, making a powerful and toned movement.
"Qiao Zhenzhong...he called me." He Xiaoxiao spoke hesitantly.
"When?" Mo Yiting was surprised.
"Before he leaves."
"What did he say?"
"Say that I like you and don't allow me to bully you again."
"Haha..." Mo Yiting waved her hand freely and laughed loudly, "He is so stupid. I never thought he was stupid before, but he was just annoying. It was so annoying that people wanted to strangle him! Now I think he is so stupid.
...He even called you, and you never bullied me."
If I were really bullied, I wouldn't suffer for so long.
He doesn't cry or make trouble in front of outsiders, he just pretends to be strong! Six years of longing and waiting, but what he got in return was a dream. Who can easily wave his hands and laugh it off?
She, Mo Yiting, cried those days, but she hid in bed and cried.
That time I cried by the river and almost crossed the rope. It was also a stupid time...
At that time, I was in tears and heartbroken, and I was accidentally caught by Qiao Zhenzhong.
Being caught by Qiao Zhenzhong is better than being caught by He Xiaoxiao himself, because he is still elegant and free in front of He Xiaoxiao.
"Yiting, you have changed." After thinking for a long time, He Xiaoxiao suddenly said again.
Mo Yiting smiled, "I just found out today?"
"I usually neglect it too much," He Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand hesitantly and gently covered Mo Yiting's hand on her clothes, "You have become stronger now. I am very happy to see you like this.
"
Mo Yiting lowered her eyelashes and looked at his white and slender hands. His palms were very warm.
I really don't understand why her heart beat so fast when his hands touched her skin? And a trace of warmth spread through her skin towards her heart.
He is Zheng Miaomiao's person, but his heartstrings will still tremble because of him.
Her nose suddenly felt sore, Mo Yiting took her hand out rationally, turned around and opened the door, blinked and let the cold wind dry her eyes, then turned her head with a smile, "Come down, didn't you mean to look at the stars?"
Standing side by side on the river bank, Mo Yiting glanced at the high place where she once stood, smiled to herself, and looked up at the sky.
"Do you think the stars look pretty today?"
He Xiaoxiao also raised his head, tenderness flashing across his handsome face, "It looks good."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone in his bag rang. He took it out and looked at it, then turned it off with a press of his finger. Mo Yiting turned around with a smile, "Why didn't you answer it?"
"It's too late." Does answering the phone have something to do with the time?
"Yiting, come." He Xiaoxiao seemed to feel natural. He stretched out his hand and pulled Mo Yiting to sit on the bench. Coincidentally, Mo Yiting had sat in this chair several times.
But today, the male protagonist is not the annoying Qiao Zhenzhong who follows her every time.
"Is it cold?" He Xiaoxiao asked with concern when he saw Mo Yiting folding her hands in her sleeves after sitting down.
"Fortunately, it's not cold." Mo Yiting smiled.
Who knows, she didn't close her hands out of coldness, but was afraid that He Xiaoxiao would touch her again.
Can she say that she hasn't completely let go yet? The man she has been pursuing for six years suddenly sits next to her, and there is no strange feeling in her heart. It's a lie.
It's just that she is trying hard to let go now!
He Xiaoxiao took a long fur plaid scarf from his neck and gently wrapped it around Mo Yiting's neck. Mo Yiting was startled and looked at him with dull and puzzled eyes.
"I bought it when I was studying in the UK and I have always liked it," He Xiaoxiao said.
Mo Yiting smelled a clean, elegant fragrance that belonged to him, and her face felt slightly hot. She tried hard to suppress her extravagant desire, and smiled softly, "Is it considered a gift to me?"
"If you like it, keep it."
"If I remember correctly, this is the first time I get something that belongs to you."
"Yiting, I'm sorry."
"Stop talking, as long as you are happy, I will be happy," Mo Yiting began to speculate sensitively, "Are you going back to England to get married?"
"I have this idea."
"I will congratulate you."
Mo Yiting smiled, her fair face shining brilliantly under the light, with bright black pupils, tall nose, and slightly trembling lips.
Especially her eyes, which were so bright that they were covered with a layer of mist, which attracted people's soul.