☆ Chapter 13 Let Everything Go with the Wind (Revised)
In the living room, the TV play is still open, and Yujing has gone upstairs to play with his children.
Song Qingcheng took an orange and walked to Xuankou.
The balcony door left unlocked. She changed her shoes and went out to see Yu Tingchuan speaking outside the main entrance. His back to the door was tall and straight, and his trousers pocket was tilted with one hand.
Plants and flowers are planted on both sides of the steps, and Song Qingcheng smells a faint osmanthus fragrance.
She didn’t go out to disturb the man on the phone.
Yu Tingchuan soon noticed that he turned his head and then simply explained a few words to the other person and asked Song Qingcheng, How did you come out?
It’s a little stuffy inside. Song Qingcheng made up a reason to come out to dissipate heat.
Yutingchuan didn’t pick up the words and her eyes fell on the orange in her hand.
Song Qingcheng handed the orange Do you want to eat?
Do you want to eat? Yu Tingchuan asked.
Song Qingcheng shook his head and sipped his lip angle to explain that the living room is handy. When he said this, he looked at Yu Tingchuan’s street lamp Yingying Huangguang and hit them around. She suddenly changed the topic Did you mean it just now?
Yu Tingchuan looked at her with a serious expression What?
Deliberately open the cards for me to eat. Did you feed me the cards?
Otherwise, how can I play two or seven cylinders in a row?
If Yu Hui hadn’t broken her, at first he really touched the seven cylinders again. At that time, she looked down at her brand root and didn’t pay attention to where the seven cylinders in his hand came from.
The girl seems to be going to get to the bottom of it.
YuTingChuan suddenly pale smile that smile to see the whole song some dreamy god combined with his ears dyed red he said, I’ll call you who told you
… The whole Song Dynasty was suspicious just now, but now it is convinced of this speculation.
She said firmly, You must have fed me cards.
Say that finish seems to don’t want to ignore him and turned to go back to the house.
Yutingchuan suddenly held her wrist.
When he was pulled into his arms, he saw him staring down at himself. Song Qingcheng’s cheeks were also hot, and he heard his low voice slowly unhappy?
Asking is more like teasing her.
Song Qingcheng is not unhappy, but he can’t say what he feels is that he just felt really stupid at the poker table. It is estimated that the guests have seen it. He feels glad that Hu can’t think about it more and more, and then he thinks of Qianshan. He is also smiling at himself by the window sill.
This thought makes me feel more and more embarrassed to be controlled and seen through before him.
In fact, from the beginning, she ignored a very important thing.
Those who seduce men need enough age and experience to pile up their words and deeds. No matter how well she does it, the real wily person has long been full of loopholes in her eyes, but she doesn’t know she is complacent.
Song Qingcheng wanted to go, but Yu Tingchuan clung to her waist, but it was tighter. A room on the second floor floated with beautiful music. The female singer sang in a low voice, … The cold wind in the wind stroke center blew away the dream, and it has disappeared before it passed. At this moment, there are all kinds of heartache in my heart. Everything in my heart is like darkness and the sky is like a dream fan. I am lost and I am full of tracking a cold wind …
In the 1990s, the old Cantonese songs were euphemistic and low, which always stirred human hormones.
But there is a kind of breathtaking peace.
Song Qingcheng felt that her cheeks were hotter. In the line of sight, there was another man’s shirt with prominent Adam’s apple for a second. The man’s joints were divided into big hands and held her through cumbersome clothes. There was a kind of coming storm, and her breathing increased. She was just about to raise her hand to stop Yutingchuan from bowing her head to spray hot breath on her face.
It was a hot and sticky kiss.
I don’t know if it’s because of music. The whole song city is full of blood, and the whole person doesn’t think about it.