Romance White Book

The man wiped his hair and said, "come here, blow your hair!"

Joe froth for a second, swallowed his saliva silently, climbed out of bed and found the hair dryer barefoot.

"You sit on the bed. It's too high."

The man did not speak, naturally went to the bed and sat down, closed his eyes and let her play with it.

The warm wind was blowing on his face, and his gentle movements caressed his scalp. Neither of them spoke. In addition to the sound of the hair dryer, there was a trace of harmony inexplicably.

This harmony makes Qiao Yimo feel back in the past for a moment.

She had the patience to blow his short hair completely dry. Then she put down the hair dryer and ran to the dressing room to get him a new nightgown.

But the man raised a handsome face, and looked at her with a sly smile, "it's time to take off, and why wear it again?"

“……”

Joe froth in a daze, has not yet responded, the body was pulled forward by a force, the whole person instantly fell on the bed, the head is still dead, in front of the tall shadow on the cover.

She stuttered for a moment, "you, what are you doing?"

"Qiao Yimo, this kind of opening speech is too empty. Do you really think you are pure?" The man looked down at her, his big palm gently rubbed on her lips, and her eyes were eerie dark.

Qiao bit his lips heavily with foam, and his face flushed to the point of bleeding, "are you going to Make up? "

After asking, she regretted. She didn't know why she suddenly blurted out such a sensitive question. She should be glad that he could come over. It would be too much to ask.

Sure enough, the man has a good time to smile, sexy and lazy tone, showing some fun cool thin, but there is no any gentle love, "and good? When are we going to get better? You don't let me go out to look for women, and you don't allow me to look for women in my own house? Well? "

The man said, and the big hand had pulled off her nightgown.

Joe's face changed as soon as he was stabbed by an ice cone.

Just just raised the hand was a man's hand down, low dumb voice with a clear breath spray over, "and want to escape? Seeing you run into my room countless times a month, I thought you would want it too

Joe's eyes widened in an instant with foam and was shocked, "you, how do you Do you know? "

The man's eyes are very deep staring at her red and white face, "don't say here, every corner of the river city is also in my sight."

The master bedroom and the second bedroom are equipped with surveillance, and he only accidentally found that the woman was idle at home during the day and ran to the second bedroom.

Qiao Yimo had a kind of embarrassment of being caught. He put aside his sight and stammered, "I'm at home idle and have nothing to do. I just want to clean your room."

Fu Sinian: do you want to clean the room?

It's really cleaning the room, but the furtive way he didn't dare to compliment him, so he said with a sneer, "isn't this the performance of your loneliness and emptiness?"

The handsome face with black hair is no longer lazy, nor the sexy smell just now, but suddenly there is a layer of danger. Then, Joe's face suddenly turns white with foam, and subconsciously screams in a low voice, "er No.... "

Cold fingers pierced her body.

Fu Sinian's face has been covered with a layer of light indifference. In addition to his slightly disordered breathing, even his voice has not changed. "I'll give you a chance to please me. The next female host of the play is you."

She would rather run to Lu Ziyan, rather than be snowed in, rather than beg him. How long does she want to pretend to be so close and distant?

"I don't want Fu Sinian, let me go

If he only used it to humiliate her, she would not, never again

His white face was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were full of humiliation and injustice.

She loved him so much, but he seemed to satisfy his desire as a free woman.

She would rather he was as cold as ice before than as cruel as he is now.

Fu Si is new year, indifference says, "I haven't started, you don't want it? You don't want such a good chance? Or do you think you can get more by giving yourself to others? "

In Jiangcheng, those who have money have no power, and those who have power are not rich. Although he doesn't care about her business, who let her now occupy the name of Mrs. Fu.

Other people don't know. Lu Ziyan wants to find out.

"Ah Fu Sinian, no! "

The sound of women's weeping has covered up all the voices.

Some men suspect noisy frown, buckle her back of the head, straight down to block her lips.

"Wuwu..."

After that, the man finally found the reason.

Almost in the early hours of the morning, Fu Sinian was finally over. Looking at the sleeping woman on his side, his face was still covered with wet tears, and his deep eyes had returned to their former coolness.

He got up slowly, put on a casual Nightgown, got up from the bed and went to the balcony that led to the outside.The night wind will be the last trace of affection, he took out a cigarette, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, conveniently dial a phone out.

More than ten seconds later, there came an angry voice, "can you stop calling me after midnight next time? I'm in a mess with my own work and rest. "

Fu Sinian took a puff of smoke and ignored his anger. He asked faintly, "have you been very close to Lu Ziyan recently?"

Let the wind cool and cool voice slowly spread, "big brother, what time is it? You don't suddenly think of falling in love with Lao Tzu. Are you going to confess? "

Fu Sinian frowned slightly and said lightly, "I just finished love. Are you sure you want to doubt this question?"

Rong Feng "..."

"Why didn't I find out you're so fuckin 'cheap before. Lu Ziyan and I were talking about an undeveloped land. We both liked it at the same time, but he didn't want much, but he didn't seem to want to give up. "

"Where is the land?"

Rong Feng chuckled, "it's the old orphanage where it started to be demolished last year, and the progress should be accelerated recently."

Hearing the old orphanage, Fu Sinian's eyes suddenly cooled down, "why didn't you tell me?"

Rong Feng also laughed, "a few months ago, that woman was still a person who died for seven years. You have never mentioned a word in seven years. You don't even love people, but you still love that broken place."

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