I really don't understand Lin Duoduo's thoughts, at least at the time, I really couldn't imagine that as an ordinary clerk and a virgin, he lost his first time after being drunk, but he didn't cry or make trouble, and he felt at ease.
I can't help but despise her. Although I do feel that she is different in some sense, but at this moment, seeing her walking leisurely towards the distance with a vegetable basket, I can't help but feel a rise in my heart.
Got angry.
My anger comes from her leisure. She doesn't want money or any compensation, just to get rid of the relationship with me? How many women try their best to crawl into my bed, but she dismisses her? Why?
What's more, I have been standing here downstairs and have been waiting for two full hours. The information shows that her working time is 7:50. I have been standing here at 7:30, and the current time is 9:30.
At half past nine, she came from a distance carrying a vegetable basket, her ponytail swaying slightly, and the sound of the string of silver bells rang in my ears unconsciously. But when I looked closely, besides the vegetable basket, she had everything on her body.
Nothing.
What makes me even more angry is that I am a six-foot man standing here, and she walked into the elevator without blinking. What does this mean?
I pinched out the cigarette butt impatiently and walked towards the stairs. Being too impatient with girls would make them afraid, being too considerate would make them indifferent. I didn’t want to choose between the two, but seeing that
As she was about to enter the elevator, I couldn't help calling her name.
After Lin Duoduo shouted this, he felt very smooth, "Oh my God, did I take the wrong medicine?" The next moment, I realized something else, I was not the only one who took the wrong medicine.
Lin Duoduo quickly raised her hands and steps, and pressed her fingers on the elevator without hesitation. As soon as the elevator door opened a little, she hurriedly ran towards the elevator.
I said, little girl, I'm really not a big bad wolf. Why are you running so fast?
I reluctantly walked over, grabbed her scarf, and heard her begging for mercy.
Why do I have the illusion that the big bad wolf has captured the little white rabbit? Xia Haoyu, are you sure you're not dreaming now?
The little white rabbit looked at me with red eyes and asked me why I wanted to catch her. Looking at the expression on her face, I suddenly felt funny. What was the big bad wolf doing catching the little white rabbit? Isn't the purpose obvious?
Why does she still ask such idiotic questions?
And why should I give such an idiotic answer?
"It's nothing, I miss you."
She was obviously frightened by my words. When the elevator door was about to close, she didn't even have time to look at me fiercely. She raised her feet and ran towards the elevator. I helplessly opened my legs and got stuck in the elevator.
door.
I noticed that there was fish in her vegetable basket, and suddenly I missed the smell of the Chinese food she cooked. I couldn't help looking at Lin Duoduo with a smile, and asked her if she could go up.
According to the information, she is roommates with her college classmates. She has no boyfriend.
I don’t know why these questions suddenly popped up in my brain cells, but looking at her somewhat panicked eyes, from her eyes to the corners of her mouth, to the reaction in her entire body, this clearly told me——
I despise you.
I'm just here to apologize, there's no need to argue with me, right?
The elevator door closed, and I seemed to be able to hear her whispering, but a feeling of guilt for doing something wrong actually arose in my heart. I am good at self-reflection, but here, I failed to do it.
Since there is no chance to apologize, there is no need for me to act like a little white rabbit, take out a cigarette and turn around to leave.
After returning to Juese, the writer looked at me with a smile on his face and asked, "What? Are you looking for the little white rabbit?"
The greatest pleasure of a writer is to see frustration on my face. We have been together for more than ten years, and he has always been resentful because he did not see this expression. At this moment, he walked up to me with a proud face and handed me
Get a cocktail and ask: "I just told you, the little white rabbit is too wary of you, you can't get close!"
I snorted coldly and turned around. A stack of information was handed to me. I glanced at the three words "Zhang Youze" displayed at the top and said nothing.
After a while, the literary giant came over again and said, "You must never have thought that Little White Rabbit's roommate is Zhang Youze's subordinate. Tonight, they are having dinner at the imperial court."
My sensitive cells are indeed different from ordinary people. After the writer said these words, after deleting them in my brain, the first thing that came to my mind was "Little White Rabbit and Zhang Youze are eating."
I'm definitely not worried about her. I just think it all happened too suddenly, which is a bit unfair to Little White Rabbit.
I immediately called the manager of the Shenghuang Hotel, confirmed that the private room was on the third floor, and walked out. Next to me was the literary man who kept laughing. He said, "I'm quite curious about Brother Yu's woman."
How would you react after having dinner with another man?"
I know it was those words that made me speed up, such as, Brother Yu’s woman.
As a man, in my opinion, there are two things that I must never touch, first, self-esteem, and second, women.
The literary giant completely inspired my possessive desire for someone and inspired the last line of reasoning.
We saw her on the right side of the hall. She was obviously dressed in a long dress. Her body was shaky and she was hugged by a man. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining. She was either drunk or in heat.
This stupid woman likes to get drunk and sleep with men so much?
I quickly walked up to that person, and then I realized that the person holding her was Zhang Youze.
I must make it clear that I am not a very strong man, at least I still have some self-control. But under her long skirt, her white cleavage was exposed, which made me want to get angry unconsciously.
I don't care who the man is hugging her, I just know one thing, I want to take her away.
There is a little bit of cowardice in her character, and as long as I take advantage of it, I can see her irritable expression. Of course, there is still that kind of disgust in her eyes.
The three of us were standing in the elevator, and I could feel her body instinctively distancing herself from me, and the writer smiled, which made me feel embarrassed.
I only opened the door of the elevator. I looked at the elevator door that had just opened. I stretched out my arm and took out the girl who was still dazed. I saw the face that Han Wenhao made towards me, but I didn't want to pay attention to it.
he.
Her arms were still pushing me, obviously repelling me, and she was mumbling something. When I got a little closer, I heard what she said: "Xia Haoyu, what do you mean?"
The name Xia Haoyu came to me after I married Uncle De. I have always been curious about why among so many surnames, I chose this name and this surname.
I asked Uncle De, but he didn't answer me. Later I found out that I took her last name.
When going out to do errands, people rarely call me by their real names. Those who are familiar are called Brother Yu, those who are unfamiliar are called by their code names, and those who are called by their first and last names. Apart from the five of us, she seems to be the first one.
There was a timid tone in her voice, but I don't know why, but I actually liked this voice that called me by my full name.
We were lying on the huge bed in the VIP room. She closed her eyes and spoke slowly. I looked at her cheeks that were red and realized that she was drunk.
At first, our tone was not very good to each other, but gradually, we were able to talk calmly. I heard the voice deep in her heart, and I understood a little more.
She kind of likes Zhang Youze!
The first time it was me, and the second time it was me. The woman I pressed against the door, forcibly kissed her and held her down on the bed for pleasure, told me after she was drunk that she was thinking about another man.
I admit that my bottom line has been completely broken by this woman. The mobile phone on the table kept ringing. I reached out my hand angrily and raised it hard to eliminate the noise. I looked down at her and saw a smile on her face.
He looked at me with interest and said: "It's so sweet..."
The next moment, her finger actually slowly reached my face, touching it from my cheek to my lips. I took that finger in my mouth without hesitation and sucked it slowly.
I liked this soft body under me. She didn't yell or react excessively. When my fingers slowly opened her long skirt, I actually felt a little bit of relief.
I loved kissing everything about her. The softness on the surface of my brain seemed to have never disappeared. My hands squeezed her white breasts hard, and her fingers moved slowly around my waist, stimulating the excitement in my body.
Hidden bestiality.
The sucking on her chest made her face show satisfaction. The tip of my tongue slid all the way down, and finally slid between her legs. I moved my fingers on the inside of her thighs, feeling the softness.
I was curious about the taste there, so I leaned over and kissed her. She obviously didn't expect that I would have such a passionate reaction. Her legs had already clamped around me, and my tongue was rolling hard, like a man who was working hard for his woman.
Going deeper, deeper, curling the tip of my tongue, she had already grabbed the sheets beside her uncomfortably, and I sucked the silky layers to the corner of her mouth. I stretched my fingers hard and reached her white skin, and my fingertips slightly
Twisting, she already screamed.
I also entered the state of excitement, sucking the tip of my tongue between her legs again, licking into her dense forest, stirring, sucking, stirring~
"Do you want it?" I looked at the beauty below me maliciously, curled my fingertips again, and pinched her snowy tip, "Little rascal, you're soaked..."
I moved my body forward slightly, leaned over her chest, looked at the already erect snow tip, moved my tongue down, took a strong breath towards the pink ring, kissed and kneaded along the erect position.
After rubbing it again, her face already showed the look of wanting it, so I continued to ask: "Do you want it?"
She didn't speak, but I couldn't help but pressed against her opening, moved forward slightly, bit her white skin with the tips of my teeth, and hummed, "What about this?"
She actually waved her arms and said, "What on earth do you want!"
The sweet voice made me unable to help but go deeper. Looking at her slightly uncomfortable expression, I pressed hard against her and entered her body.
Swinging and kissing spread out between the two of us. I looked at her slightly intoxicated look, swinging back and forth harder and harder. Her body and mine were tightly pressed together, and her fingertips grabbed my back.
The back seemed to have penetrated deeply into my skin. Our skin was touching. I saw fine sweat oozing out from the tips of her hair. I pushed in hard and crawled on her chest.
Her murmuring words echoed in my ears, but I heard another man's name!!
I was sweating profusely and she seemed to have fallen asleep, but the anger in my chest was about to ignite me. I walked out the door, opened the red wine, and took a big sip.
I had a feeling that I had been turned into a duck but was rejected by others. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I stretched out my arm and threw away the red wine in front of me. However, this was far from being able to suppress my anger. I looked at the mural on the wall and kept saying:
With three flying knives, the 1.5 meter mural was completely destroyed.
At this time, a certain woman should have come over to me with fear on her face and acted coquettishly. But half an hour later, when I walked to the bedroom, I saw the woman on the bed sleeping like a dead pig, and she was not aware of my reaction at all.
In order to calm down my mind, I selected the materials and mixed the rainbow. When the writer came over, he looked at me with a smile on his face and asked: "Did you sleep well last night?"
Last night... I thought about these two words casually, and my heart suddenly became angry. I turned around and looked at the bedroom door. She was standing there, looking at me in surprise.
I got angry. Looking at this woman who treated me as another man in bed, I was deeply aware of the meaning of the word dignity, but I couldn't say it, I could only get angry.
The writer looked at me and asked, "If you don't like it, don't play it. Why do you need to make this little girl's nose runny?"
I looked at the rainbow on the table, raised my cup, and drank it all.
At this time, I can no longer use the time she stayed in my brain to explain the problems between us, because the humiliation I suppressed in my heart made me unable to help but want to dominate someone.
Reason tells me to treat it calmly.
Minghui called me and told me that several people had been prepared. I knew that the time was ripe to test Zhang Youze, so I acquiesced. But I didn't expect that she would be here with Zhang Youze.
I can't help but wonder, am I too sensitive, or am I simply not clear about her identity?