The love story of Mu Shui and Qiancheng

"Hard." Chang Yuan nods.

"Are you still crowded?"

"No, no, no I I'll wait... "

Jiang mushui didn't pay attention to what he said. He nodded directly, picked up the piece of oil paper, wrapped up the yellow ones, threw them into the garbage can and walked back!!

Chang Yuan watched his masterpiece in the garbage can. He didn't know how embarrassed his face was. He clubbed there, just like Mickey sculpture in the paradise.

"You It was thrown away... "

"Well."

"Don't you think it's a pity?"

"No pity, I didn't intend to take what you did in the first place."

Jiang mushui picked up the filter and squeezed it again. He looked calm, careful and serious. He seemed to be completing some great masterpiece. He didn't know who was making it for.

Chang Yuan touched a full head of ash, touched his nose, washed his hands and then slipped back.

Don't mess with the river.

Don't mess with women.

Especially as a lawyer, encountered violent cases, and revenge full of women!!

After the third plate of biscuits went into the oven, Yin Qiancheng finally came back.

Jiang mushui is still wearing an apron and sleeves in milking oil. When he hears the long eyelashes tremble, he sees a tall and straight figure coming in tired.

After changing shoes, Yin Qiancheng walked in with his tie. When he got to the living room, he saw Changyuan for the first time, and then looked at the jiangmu River in the kitchen. As if he suddenly smelled some sensitive and embarrassing atmosphere, he wrung his eyebrows coldly and said in a cold voice, "how are you here?"

Are you crazy to be in the same space with my woman?

Go to him!!!

Chang Yuan just wants to go on the rampage and roar at this moment!!

He stood up with a gloomy face like a thunderstorm in August and August. He pulled the documents and threw them into the arms of Yan Qiancheng and said, "how can I be, here, in?"

Seeing those scattered documents, Yan Qiancheng was in a trance to remember, as if he had asked him to come.

In the afternoon, he went to deal with all kinds of things. He was so tired that he felt dizzy. Then he had time to take a look at Jiang mushui. At the first glance, he was as gentle as water. He put down his coat and stepped on the document. Then he stopped abruptly and gave a command to Chang Yuan: "pick it up."

Then, without hesitation, he walked to the kitchen.

So -

throw away the documents and pick them up.

Chang Yuan thinks that it is absolutely wrong that he came here today. These two people definitely brought him to abuse the dog. Jiang mushui wants to show his authority, and Yin Qiancheng is the accomplice!!

In fact, Yin Qiancheng didn't like to show love in front of outsiders. Seeing that Jiang mushui had done a lot of these things, he thought for a while and said, "it's late. You can eat here. You have to drive for two hours to go back. You are too tired to eat a little and then go back."

"Wash your hands and sit down."

Master and son all ordered, Chang Yuan didn't stay. Besides, what Yin Qiancheng said was the truth.

Chang Yuan lives in two cities with his wife and daughter, which is not good.

Chang Yuan opened his chair and looked at the things on the table. They were all Western-style. The warm sweet fragrance filled the whole restaurant. That night, he could see that western style thick soup made him move his fingers.

But the master didn't move.

He didn't want to move either.

Yin Qiancheng took the Western tableware from the kitchen, put all the desserts in different plates and carried them over.

Finally, in the past, Jiang mushui took off his apron and sleeves, held him in his arms, and after kissing her for a while, he came to the restaurant with her.

A couple's whispers have to wait for outsiders to leave.

She was able to make food for him by herself, which was a very strong surprise in Yan Qiancheng's eyes. When Chang was far away, he would ask carefully how she suddenly remembered to do so.

It takes a lot of time to do this. When did she learn it? Why do you make it for him??

Yin Qiancheng's heart was pounding. After a while, he thought of doing it. He said to Chang Yuan, "don't be polite. Let's go."

Jiang mushui's food looks good, but in Chang Yuan's opinion, he was afraid to eat himself, so Yin Qiancheng took a look at him with his eyes. Finally, when he finished eating, he was cut into pieces.

Don't say it.

It's possible.

Changyuan cuts the steak on the plate, and the smell of black pepper is just right. He drinks a thick soup with him, and looks up contentedly. He glimpses the cold light in Yin Qiancheng's eyes, and he can spit out the soup almost in a second!!

Your uncle's.

It's just a meal. As for it?!!

Yin Qiancheng reached out and grasped the small hand on the table, tightly clenched it in his palm, and asked softly, "is it not hard to do this meal? Which takes the longest? "

Jiang mushui straightened his sour waist, took a look at it and said, "it's OK. I bought a lot of ready-made materials. It's easy to make. It's hard to make cakes and biscuits."Chang Yuan choked and quickly agreed: "yes, that biscuit is so hard to squeeze..."

About to go on, Chang Yuan suddenly saw that the "whoosh" cold light in Yan Qiancheng's eyes swept over again!!

Chang Yuan had a cold stab on his back. He was scared to speak again. He lowered his head and snored and drank soup. He cursed the man in his heart.

Next, Yin Qiancheng ate the most cakes and biscuits.

When the steak was cut and brought to her while it was hot, it was almost a bite to feed in.

Finally, I finished the meal.

Chang Yuan felt that he had lost half of his life.

Waiting for Yin Qiancheng to frown mercifully, took the document and signed it. Chang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he could go!!

"I'll go first. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Mr. Yin," Chang Yuan glanced at Jiang mushui and politely said, "thank you for your hospitality tonight. She's a good craftsman. Next time I'm free, I'll ask my wife for advice."

"I'm afraid your wife doesn't have the honor," said Yan Qiancheng coldly, putting down his pen, grabbing the hands of the people next to him, and looking at her, "how can I ask for advice when I cook so hard?"

Chang Yuan and in the heart scolded a: protect wife madness!!

Jiang mushui's small face was indifferent, and his expression did not change. He just sat there, as if waiting for something.

Changyuan again polite two words, change shoes, left the eastern suburbs villa.

When Yin Qiancheng came back after closing the door, she saw Jiang mushui still sitting on the dining-room table. Her small face was calm and she was staring at the flame of the candle. Yin Qiancheng moved in his heart and walked slowly and steadily.

He gently pressed her shoulder, leaned over and whispered, "you sit down, I'll come back after I wash the dishes."

The living room is quiet.

Jiang mushui rubbed his sore neck, his small face was cool and indifferent, and staring at the candle, she didn't know what she was thinking. She was a little tired, a little trance, lying here, listening to the second hand ticking away.

After wiping his hands, Yin Qiancheng came over and sat down on the sofa.

He took her in his arms, his back against his chest, moved his position, and began to rub her up and down with his hands.

Jiang mushui's smile suddenly turned red. He struggled to get rid of his hand and said, "it's OK. It's not necessary."

Glancing at him, he said, "you're a little tired today. Don't be busy and have a rest early."

Then he went upstairs.

Yin Qiancheng's eyes changed slightly, and her hand jerked hard. She fell into his arms with a "ah" sound. She was in a bit of a mess. There was a sweet, soft and glutinous smell on her face.

She struggled to climb up his shoulder, blushing and thirsty. Don't open your face.

His breath sprayed on her face.

"Why would you like to make me a dessert today?"

"Sweet things, to a certain extent, will mediate the mood, that is, will make the mood better."

"When did you learn this?"

"Jiangcheng."

Jiang mushui's breath became deeper and heavier. A pair of water eyes raised and flickered at him, "Yin Qiancheng, where do you put your hands?"

"Can't you feel where I put it?"

She pursed her lips and held her breath

Confused feeling ferments in the heart, she closed her eyes, closed tightly for a while, then opened her eyes, indifference, "I want to go down."

Yin Qiancheng saw the cold and hard change of her mood, and did not dare to be presumptuous again, so he arranged her clothes and put her down.

The slender figure rolled to one side, arranged his clothes and hair, and sat cold.

Yin Qiancheng wanted to figure out how her mood changed and what she was thinking, but she couldn't figure it out.

He is tired today.

After a long time, Jiang mushui slanted his small face, a pair of water eyes staring at the bottom, said, "go to rest, there are many things to deal with tomorrow."

He clasped his hands together, twisted his fingers, and finally whispered, "good."

……

Fee so much effort to do dessert, but a word for praise do not say, tired also don't shout a word, that in the end is for what?

Is it just to vent some of her own inner fluctuations?

No.

No.

Yin Qiancheng came out of the bath, frowned, and suddenly felt that the mat was very wet. He came out without wiping it dry. As expected, his thoughtful state was not very good.

Jiang mushui also took a bath. On the balcony on the second floor, he was lying on the reclining chair in his nightdress with suspenders, flipping through a magazine and staring at a picture. He looked at it without focus for a long time.

Yan Qiancheng went over again, uncontrollably.

The lemon fragrance on her body was very heavy, fresh and not confusing. He smelled it but was still drunk. He lay down uncontrollably and fished her tightly in his arms.

With a blanket in his other hand, he came and wrapped her tightly. They were wrapped together like zongzi.

Breathe.

His breath was on top of her head.Her breath swept his clavicle.

Big hand rubs to her ear root place, gently rubs, caresses, he asks in a low voice: "the mood is not good?"

She took a breath and replied honestly, "No

“…… What do I need to do now? "Comfort" you He lost his voice.

Jiang mushui knew what he meant and curled up a little more tightly, and quietly replied, "no need."

"Well."

Hold it.

Jiang mushui was tired and fell asleep for a while. When she woke up, she saw the stars all over the sky. She was still in the arms of a man. Her eyes moved to the starry sky, staring at the remote place for a long time.

"Yin Qiancheng." She called.

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