Sprint: This champion is a bit weird

Chapter 269 I’ll bite you to death! (Daily, Zhang Sisterin)
After landing at the Capital International Airport, Wen Hao did not rush to Zhixin Community, but went to Century Jinyuan Shopping Center first.

There, Wen Hao got a gift carefully customized for him by Omiru.

Because we drove an extra 20 kilometers, we were delayed for a long time. During this period, Zhang Jielin made three phone calls to ask when she would arrive, but Wen Hao excused her because of the traffic jam.

"It's almost eleven o'clock, where is the traffic jam?"

"It's mysterious. Did you secretly prepare a gift for me?"

"I don't want any gifts. Just go home quickly and I'll heat up the food for you."

This is what Zhang Sisterlin said to him on the third phone call.

Ten minutes later, the car drove into Zhixin Community. Wen Hao returned home happily with a bag on his back, and Zhang Sisterlin jumped into his arms.

There was plenty of time for intimacy, and Zhang Sisterin also knew that he hadn't eaten yet, so she let him go.

Pulling the beautiful lady Zhang to sit down at the dining table, Wen Hao picked up his rice bowl and started fucking her without saying a word.

"Dinner is obviously provided on the plane, and it's first class. Why do you have to wait until you get home to eat it? You stinky guy, you clearly just want to torment me."

Zhang Jielin served him a bowl of soup and seemed to be complaining, but in fact her eyes and tone were full of doting.

If possible, she would like to cook for her man every night.

But Wen Hao is always restless, and Zhang Jie Lin also has her own modeling dream to pursue.

After having enough food, Wen Hao pulled Zhang Sisterlin to sit down on the sofa, and then took out two small boxes from his bag.

"Omiru? You really prepared a gift for me." Seeing the OMEGA trademark on the box, Zhang Jilin naturally understood what was in the box.

Effortlessly opening the watch box, two beautiful Omiru-Constellation series watches come into view. The larger men's watch is sapphire blue, and the smaller women's watch is rose. gold.

"Sister Sister Lin, this is a couple's model that I specially asked Omiru to customize. How do you like it? Do you like it?"

Before Wen Hao finished speaking, Zhang Jielin had already put on the starry sky series women's watch. She stretched out her wrist in front of his eyes and waved it: "How do you like it? Does it look good?"

"It's so beautiful. Just wait, I'll get the camera and take some good pictures of you."

"Why are you so anxious? I haven't put it on you yet." Zhang Jielin grabbed him, picked up the men's watch and put it on his hand. Then she saw the needle axis and the five-pointed star under the watch mirror. Two English letters are engraved between the logo: [WH].

Then he looked at his watch. The three letters [ZZL] were engraved on the same position. He felt warm in his heart and said, "It's okay for you to wear this watch yourself. If I wear it and someone discovers it, By then, all the women in the world will know that you have a right wife~"

"You know it if you know it." Wen Hao reached out and hugged Zhang Sisterlin in his arms, rubbing his ears and temples together and said: "Since I asked Omiru to order this couple's watch, I have thought it through clearly. You can just wear it. If it’s really discovered, we just have to admit it boldly.”

Zhang Jielin's eyes were filled with joy, she rubbed his cheek and whispered: "This is what you said, don't wait until the paparazzi dig out our relationship, and you won't be able to pick up girls outside. regret."

It is impossible to regret, because Wen Hao knew very well that even if he really confessed his relationship with Zhang Sisterlin, it would not affect his wandering in the flowers at all.

Beauty Zhang grew up in a wonderful environment. I wonder what kind of mess the entertainment industry is.

Not to mention it is just a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, even if he does get married in the future, as long as he is a world superstar with flourishing culture and sports, there will still be countless female stars and artists trying to climb into his bed.

That's what he thought in his heart, but Wen Hao acted very childishly: "Whoever regrets it is a puppy!"

"Woof?" YOYO, who was lying on the edge of the sofa, shouted in response, tilting his head as if asking: Who is calling me?

"Hahahahaha——" The young couple laughed happily.

After being tired for a while, Wen Hao was driven to the bathroom by the beautiful lady Zhang to take a shower.

After washing up, Wen Hao only wore a pair of big underwear and rushed into the bedroom. He saw that Zhang Jielin had already put on a set of sexy black lace lingerie in accordance with his previous coquettish request. He even did three steps and two at the same time. He rushed over and picked her up, eager to start this wonderful night.

"Sister Ji Lin, you smell so good." Wen Hao started to nibble on the swan's neck, but after waiting for a while, he found that the beautiful lady Zhang had no reaction at all. He looked up and found that she was staring at him with a look of resentment.

Wen Hao's heart immediately tightened. He was fine before taking a shower, and he also changed into the black lace underwear that added to the fun. So why did this resentful little expression appear?
Zhang Sisterlin raised her chin and pursed her lips. Following the direction she indicated, Wen Hao got out of bed and came to the desk to look at the computer.

On the screen is Sohu's webpage, and the content is a message called [Wen Hao composes a new song to support "Rouge Snow"? Li Bingbing: His talent is intoxicating] entertainment reports.

In addition to this report, several other web pages are also about Wen Hao's creation of the OST for Pi Bingbing's new drama "Rouge Snow".

Wen Hao shook his head and smiled, thinking that the speed of the hype was a little too fast.

This afternoon when he was still in Seoul, he had just sent the music score files of "Rolling Bead Curtain" and "Three Inches of Heaven" to Yan Bingbing's mailbox. Now he hasn't even decided who will sing these two songs. Unexpectedly, reports appeared at night.

This speed can only be said to be worthy of Pi Bingbing.
After glancing at these reports, Wen Hao immediately went back to bed, took out his mobile phone and began to coax Zhang Damei: "Sister Lin, it's a normal transaction between me and Fei Bingbing. If you don't believe me, look at the bank's text messages. These two... Songs are sold at market prices."

"I said, I don't care if you are messing around outside." Zhang Jielin threw the phone aside, pinched his face and said: The reason why I am sulking is not because of what happened to you and any female star. But because"

"Because of what?"

"Because we have been together for so long and you haven't written a song for me." After Zhang Jielin finished speaking, her pretty face was full of grievances.

Wen Hao slapped his forehead fiercely, thinking how could such an important thing be forgotten.

So he immediately returned to the desk and rummaged around, then took out a sheet of music and handed it to Zhang Damei: "Sister Jilin, don't be sad. In fact, I have written a song for you a long time ago. I just wanted to wait until the right time. I’ll give you a surprise, so.”

Zhang Sisterlin took the score and found that the song called "I Want You" was just a draft. Perhaps it was written in abbreviation to take care that she didn't know much about music theory.

After humming the melody according to the musical score, Zhang Sisterin immediately became elated. Although the ups and downs of the melody were relatively dull, it was very consistent with her feelings.

The melody of this song is just like her and Wen Hao's daily life. They have not experienced any big storms since they fell in love, but they are plain and warm.

At the end of the score, Zhang Sisterlin saw a small date in the lower right corner: 2006.08.05
"06? August 8th?" Zhang Sisterin raised her head and looked at Wen Hao with a confused look for a moment. Wen Hao smiled brightly: "Don't you remember last year's National Championships?"

Zhang Sisterlin's thoughts were suddenly pulled away, and she remembered that night more than a year ago. If she remembered correctly, Wen Hao sent her to the airport after winning the championship.

In the car, they each had headphones, and Yu Quan's "The Most Beautiful" was playing in the MP3. She hinted to Wen Hao that she wanted him to write a song for her. At the time, she just expressed her feelings, but she didn't expect that Wen Hao would send her away that night. Just write it down.

[The wind blows this night, making my heart itch]. Isn’t that what they said in love when they were rubbing each other’s hair in the car?
"Wenhao."

"Ok?"

"Do you have any plans to release this song?"

"Yes, yes, but didn't I tell you before that I plan to release an English album by the end of the year, and I also have the idea of ​​releasing a Mandarin album next year, but the style of this song is very different from the album concept I want to create. , so I probably won’t see him in a short time.”

"Oh." Zhang Sisterin crossed her hands on her chest and puffed up her face with an angry look.

Wen Hao smiled and put his arm around her shoulders and coaxed: "Don't be angry, Sister Lin. Although it won't be released in a short time, I can sing it to you at any time."

"You will tell lies to coax me. When you go to the United States, I won't be able to listen to you."

"I'm an athlete, so there's nothing I can do about it. Anyway, you know my schedule very well. You can always come to me when you're free in the future."

"I'll let you go. I'm afraid that when I get there, I'll find out you're having an affair with some woman. Isn't that all in vain?"

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"So, what's the use of just mastering the schedule? You can't master anyone alone, especially this bad guy." Zhang Sisterin said and stretched her hand down.

"Hiss" Wen Hao took a breath of comfort and puffed out his chest and continued to coax: "I'm sorry Sister Lin, I am a born prodigal, but don't worry, this place will always belong to you alone."

He took Zhang Jielin's other hand and put it on his chest.

Feeling the powerful heartbeats coming from the palm of her hand, Zhang Jielin's eyes suddenly softened. While the lower hand continued to move, she moved her body between Wen Hao's legs.

"Anyway, I will recognize you in this life. If you dare to let me down, I will bite you to death!"

Zhang Jielin spoke seemingly threatening words, but her movements were as graceful as a bared female leopard. Even her harsh words were so charming and heartwarming.

Wen Hao swallowed: "Sister Sister Lin, can you bite me to death now?"

Zhang Jielin trembled at these words and her beautiful eyes widened. Finally, as he wished, she opened her mouth slightly and lowered her head.

After Yun Shuyu stopped, the two of them hugged each other and lay on the bed.

Wen Hao kissed Zhang Sisterlin's forehead and cheeks gently, and caressed her smooth back with his palms, constantly expressing his love and comfort.

"Sister Jilin, was I too hasty just now? Did I hurt you?" Wen Hao was a little worried, because the beautiful body of Zhang was still trembling slightly until now.

Zhang Jielin shook her head, placed her chin on Wen Hao's chest, and cast a tired look at him. The blush on her face has not faded away, her eyes are a little red, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, and she is a little too beautiful.

Wen Hao couldn't help but exert his strength and hugged her tighter.

Without saying too many sweet words at this moment, if a woman does not have a sense of security in her heart, no matter how many love words a man speaks and how abundant his material gifts are, they cannot fill the bottomless emptiness in a woman's heart.

Zhang Jielin is a very smart and independent woman. Sweet words and eternal vows have little effect on her. What she trusts most is time, because only time can give her the answer she wants.

After a while, Zhang Jilin, whose breathing gradually calmed down, came back to her senses and felt sticky and uncomfortable, so she dizzily stood up and wanted to take a bath.

But before she could fully stand up, Wen Hao held her hand. With a little effort, she fell down on Wen Hao's body again.

"Oh, what do you want to do again?" Feeling the strangeness coming from underneath her body, Zhang Sisterin frowned alertly.

"What do I want to do, sister Lin, don't you still know?" Wen Hao laughed, and at the same time, he lifted the beautiful lady Zhang up slightly, found the right position, and then immediately let go.

"Ugh!" Zhang Sisterlin whimpered uncontrollably, and then punched her chest angrily: "You have just been struggling for more than half an hour, and you haven't waited for me to recover for a long time. Are you so impatient? I am so impatient? Look at you, sooner or later you will die in some woman’s bed!”

"." Wen Hao couldn't stop laughing this time, because he was really so helpless in his previous life.

It is said that learning from the past is a guide for future events.

But in this regard, Wen Hao felt that even if he learned the lesson, he could not correct it at all.

Human life seems long, but sometimes it passes without warning.

Chasing the dream of track and field is hard enough. He doesn't want to have to live in fear and walking on thin ice after leaving the competition field and training ground.

Romance is a disease, but unfortunately for him, this disease has already penetrated deep into his bones and there is no cure.

"It's not that I don't obey you, but don't be so anxious all the time. There are obviously a lot of women out there, but none of them can squeeze you out. You are such a monster." Zhang Jielin complained while adapting, and slowly calmed herself down. He twisted his waist.

Wen Hao sneered: "There's no way, I'm born with it. Not to mention you, it's just. Ouch——!!!"

Before he finished speaking, a wailing sound like a slaughtering pig sounded in the room.

Zhang Jielin got out of bed angrily, picked up the scattered clothes on and under the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Before leaving, she didn't forget to kick some bastard.

Wen Hao, on the other hand, looked like a prawn that had fallen into the frying pan, curled up and rolling on the bed helplessly, with a bruise clearly visible on the soft flesh around his waist.

　It’s too tiring to sweep graves during Qingming Festival, and I don’t have a computer in my hometown so I can only use my mobile phone code.

　　So I didn’t update it yesterday.
　　Today I finally returned to Guilin from my hometown.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)