The love story of Mu Shui and Qiancheng

There was only a little bit of sesame oil on the surface. It was not greasy because it was too hungry and smelled of appetite.

Jiang mushui sat up because he was so hungry that he didn't care if his hair was messy. He picked up his chopsticks and took a small bite at the moment.

The beef inside was cut into thick slices, with clear lines, and the soup became more and more delicious.

This was about the most comfortable meal she had ever had when she came back from the island. She had a bad appetite for so many days, but she seldom had nausea. She even drank the soup and had a little support when she put down the bowl.

This found that Yin Qiancheng was always sitting beside her, watching her eat without blinking, and never left half a step away.

Jiang mushui put down his chopsticks and said in a hoarse voice, "don't you eat some yourself? You should have been hungry all night. "

"I'm too hungry to eat."

He explained lightly.

Then he reached out and picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen to wash it.

It's not that he pretended to be like this. When she used to live together, she was lazy occasionally, and he would be a little more diligent. In fact, no one likes washing dishes, which is not technical and boring. But when she doesn't want to do it, he always does it for her.

Jiang mushui leaned back on the sofa. On the one hand, he didn't press his stomach. On the other hand, he frowned to stop him from thinking about it. He couldn't think about it any more.

She is not a child who loves honey any more. She has the most basic judgment of good and bad. She knows that such a relationship is actually very abnormal.

Ruan Qingyou once told her that everyone has his own dark side. If it is Yin Qiancheng like that, do you still love him?

She thought that Ruan Qingyou must also know about this matter of Yin Qiancheng.

She just didn't know that person was her river.

Hehe.

Now I think about it, Ruan Qingyou is so farsighted. In the United States during the Chinese new year, she asked her this question. She should have thought about it in advance.

Jiang mushui gently opened his eyes, stood up and walked slowly into the kitchen.

The kitchen is actually very big. Every time he pushes in to wash the dishes, she always feels that it is small. Her head is gently against the wall, and she says in a hoarse voice, "how did you spend those two years in the United States? Tell me about it. "

Yin Qiancheng's back was stiff.

He put down a washed plate and replied: "in the past two years in the United States, I studied finance at a university in Texas, taking into account economics. Because there were no Chinese students in the past, so there were few friends. Communication was basically not a problem because I had a foundation when I was young I had little contact with China in those two years. Except for my grandfather's birthday and father's death day, I was hardly allowed to have any contact with China

"No, what do you mean?" She asked, catching the sensitive words.

He was a little stiff again, thinking that there was no excuse to talk about it, so he said, "nothing. My family is afraid of my accident. "

She stares at him and squints her eyes: "your family is really good to you. If your father doesn't have an accident, then your family will hold you up to heaven now and take you as treasure. With your father and grandfather's protection, how can anyone dare to covet your position?"

He washed the pot quietly and said nothing more.

"Then two years later, why come back? Don't you know I'm dangerous when you meet me? Now you don't know to stay away from it. At that time, you won't be afraid of your own accident? "

She wanted to know what Yin Qiancheng thought at that time.

Finally, the bowl was finished. He washed his hands, wiped them, and turned around indifferently.

Staring into her clear eyes, he said in a slow voice, "do you know I'm not good at expressing these things, saying that I fell in love with you from the beginning of meeting? It's too false to say that I haven't come up with the idea of compensating you or taking advantage of you. I'm afraid I don't believe it myself

Jiang mushui raised a small face like a green hill after the rain and looked at him with red eyes. "You are honest, as always."

Yeah.

Never, because she cheated.

But not cheating is not concealing.

She got out of this feeling in time, turned around and walked out of the kitchen. The light in the living room was not strong, it was warm but boring. She walked over and couldn't help lighting up all the lights here.

Yin Qiancheng came out of it in a shirt and trousers, and his body was tall and straight. Even in such a strong light, his face was still incomparably calm and his expression was light.

Jiang mushui gazed at such a scene, stunned, too familiar, she looked elsewhere, and suddenly called out in a low voice: "thousand cities..."

I don't know who she's calling.

It's a spontaneous call, just like the person who was the first to think of who could save himself and who would not give up if he died.

His lips moved, his eyes seemed to have some deep dark surge in general, in the violent ups and downs, and tried to restrain the mood.Her small face paled down and began to feel what she had done. She said in a low voice: "I'm not calling you..."

He knows that, too.

At the moment, the Yan Qiancheng in her heart is completely her fantasy. Before these things happened, Yan Qiancheng is still worth her trust and can repose all her emotions.

Yin Qiancheng went over, put out some of the brightest lights, and turned on the water heater.

"The clothes are in their original positions. Take a bath and change clothes. We'll talk about it again, eh?"

Jiang mushui cast a glance at his clothes, "what about you?"

He raised his hand and rubbed her hair gently. His voice was hoarse as mist: "I don't need it."

He doesn't come back to the apartment tonight to rest. It depends on what she wants to do. He will cooperate with everything, no matter what.

She took a bath very slowly. The time ticked away, and Yin Qiancheng sat in the sofa, closed his eyes and felt the atmosphere. The feeling of her beside her, no matter what the situation was, was good.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, the feeling of exhaustion came back. Jiang mushui vaguely remembered who had said that he might be pregnant. Seeing this apartment, he suddenly remembered the time when he had his last menstruation. It seemed that it was a long time ago, and a sense of fear was climbing up in her heart.

No.

She just identified this man as the one who raped her that year.

She can't make herself pregnant.

Just as Lu Linsheng and Yin Moxia once worried, they said that it's not the time to get pregnant now.

Jiang mushui understood it now.

Her hair was wet on her shoulders. As soon as she came out, she found that there was no Yin Qiancheng in the living room. She was thinking about something. Suddenly, there was a movement behind her, which came from the bedroom. He took the anion hair dryer she had bought back, came up from behind and gently took her shoulder.

The gentle warm wind blew out from the hair dryer, and then stroked her hair. After half a month of chaos, her hair also grew a little, and the hair tip began to have some irregularity, but it was still beautiful and beautiful.

His technique is not skilled, but can be seen in the small movements of treasure, her skin turned a little white, pajamas selected a sling V-neck, water drops along the smooth skin into the milk. In the ditch, the black soft hair constantly raised on it.

Yin Qiancheng restrained himself from looking at them and concentrated on drying every trace of her hair, especially the hair root. After a while, her little hand suddenly climbed up and held his wrist.

He froze and his hand shook.

She raised her head. In her black and disordered hair, her small face was beautiful and indifferent. She said in a soft voice: "go to the police at daybreak. I have the evidence in my hand. The case two years ago can be closed."

He sat there quietly, his face indifferent, no change, low hoarse way: "good."

She stares at him, her eyes do not move, trying to see a false, but in vain.

Cherry lips slowly white, she drooped long eyelashes.

Really wait until dawn to call the police, Yin Qiancheng can't even hide. The police will investigate a series of things in that year, including her accusation of Jiang mushui, photos as evidence, and Yin Qiancheng's confession I'm afraid the whole city will be a sensation then? The most loving couple has become the enemy of love and killing each other?

Yin Qiancheng continued to dry her hair, but the back couldn't reach him. He gently held her in his arms, blowing from bottom to top, and gently massaged her scalp with his hands.

Comfortable enough to make you want to cry.

Jiang mushui tightly closed her eyes and then opened her lips to his neckline. She was very sexy and wrapped with a faint smell of tobacco.

She raised her small face, and suddenly, her little mouth gently kisses him on the jaw.

Gently, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

He was slightly stunned.

But then She didn't stop.

As soon as the kiss fell between his chin and neck, it went straight to his neck, and then the soft fingers picked up the shirt with two buttons untied, and the next kiss fell on his clavicle.

Every time, it seems that with the current, crispy and numb crawling on the skin.

Yan Qiancheng's hand trembled, and it became more and more intense. Finally, when she got into his arms and firmly stuck to his chest, the hair dryer shook and fell on the sofa.

His breathing became heavy and he could not resist.

She is a kind of poison, firmly planted in every cell of him. Her small hand teases out all his hidden desires in the dark, and slowly becomes boiling. He tightly purses his thin lips, and hands fall on her hair in an attempt to control. However, when he hears a small zipper sound, he suddenly wakes up and what she has done.

The big hand suddenly picked up her face, his deep cold eyes became scarlet and congested, and suddenly he could not control to bow down and kiss her! Reason collapsed.

Yin Qiancheng took it from her mouth fiercely. He felt her hand still making trouble under her. He pulled down the zipper, and his little hand stretched in. The string in his brain suddenly broke. He held her up and held her tightly in his arms!

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