Prison Marriage

"Xiao Jin, it's impolite for you to treat your husband like this."

Grandpa He sat opposite, Tan Jin smiled, "Okay, Grandpa, I know, I'll go up first."

Grandpa He nodded.

Tan Jin walked upstairs slowly and came to the room specially arranged by Grandpa He for them.

He Qingmao sat in the dark, only the cigarette in his hand flickered on and off.

"Why are you smoking in the room? Get out"

He Qingmao put out the cigarette, patted the bed, "Come here."

Tan Jin hesitated, what happened today?But she still walked over, took off her shoes, and sat on the bed. The smell of smoke in the air made her a little unbearable. He Qingmao turned around and said, "Are your feet okay?"

Tan Jin said, "He's not dead, thank you Mr. He for your concern."

Tan Jin's tone was very frivolous, which made He Qingmao very upset, he pulled the collar of his shirt, "Can you stop talking to me in this tone?"

Tan Jin smiled, "Why did Mr. He start to pay attention to my tone? But I seem to have this tone all the time, which disappoints you."

He Qingmao was a little annoyed by Tan Jin's words, "Tan Jin, don't toast or eat fine wine."

Tan Jin knelt on the bed, and put her face close to He Qingzhao's ear, "It's a pity, I just don't like toast."

The heat that Tan Jin exhaled caused a reaction somewhere in He Qingzhao's body. He recalled Tan Jin's figure, and couldn't help swallowing to lubricate his dry throat due to some tension.

Tan Jin continued to whisper something into He Qingzhao's ear, but He Qingzhao didn't listen at all, he turned over and pressed Tan Jin under him.

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Tan Jin couldn't see He Qingmao's expression clearly in the dark, but felt his breath was extremely hot. Tan Jin reached out and touched He Qingmao's hand, "What's wrong with you? Am I hungry?"

Tan Jin's hands were very cold, and when he touched her, He Qingmao still smiled at those cold and warm hands.

He approached Tan Jin, the tip of his nose had already touched Tan Jin's face, the hot breath he exhaled was right next to Tan Jin's ear, and Tan Jin was a little out of breath.

"You, don't be impulsive."

Tan Jin put her hands against He Qingmao's chest, and adjusted herself to a position where she could breathe smoothly. She turned her head to one side, but completely exposed her ears to He Qingmao.

"Do you want me to tease you?"

He Qingmao caressed Tan Jin's face, and sneered, the reaction in a certain part of his body was unbearable, and he seemed to want to explode immediately, but Tan Jin didn't respond, and there was only dead silence for He Qingmao.

"Why do not you speak?"

He Qingzhao got up, the firmness of a certain place made him uncomfortable, he lay down, and his head was right next to Tan Jin's.

Tan Jin moved a bit, and He Qingmao felt Tan Jin's strangeness, "Don't you really want this? Why are you hiding so far away?"

He Qingmao's tone was full of sarcasm, maybe he just thought that Tan Jin was an out-and-out white lotus.

Tan Jin sneered, "It's always Mr. He's wishful thinking that I want to do something with you, but I haven't said it once, right?"

He Qingmao couldn't help feeling a little annoyed after hearing this, "What did you say?"

Tan Jin sat up, "I said you are wishful thinking and passionate."

He Qingmao got up from the bed, "Tan Jin, I won't even bother you begging me to fuck you in the future."

He Qingmao put on his coat, slammed the door hard, and left Tan Jin's room. After a while, he heard the voice of the housekeeper calling him, and after a while, it was the sound of a car driving out of the yard.

Tan Jin smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's good, I can finally sleep alone!"

Tan Jin was lying on the big bed, the pillow still smelled of He Qingmao's shampoo, she hugged the quilt, wondering where He Qingmao would go.

Maybe go to Fang Qiaoai.

Tan Jin closed her eyes.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the affectionate appearance of He Qingzhao and Fang Qiaoai couldn't get out of his mind, "I think I'm also very cheap."

Tan Jin didn't think too much, and fell asleep hugging the quilt.

He Qingmao called Fang Qiaoai, and went directly to Fang Qiaoai's rented apartment to find her, "Let's go for a drive."

Fang Qiaoai was wearing suspender pajamas, a little sleepy.

He Qingmao pinched Fang Qiao's love, "Heh"

Fang Qiaoai put on his coat and left with He Qingzhao. He Qingzhao opened the sunroof of the car. Fang Qiaoai stood up and waved his hands. He Qingzhao drove the car very fast. The music in the car made Fang Qiaoai Can't help but jump up.

In He Qingzhao's eyes, there was only the road left. After driving around the suburbs, he returned to the city, found a hotel, and took Fang Qiaoai directly in.

As soon as He Qingmao entered the door, he tore off Fang Qiaoai's coat, "Give it to me."

Fang Qiaoai was also a little surprised, she didn't know what happened to He Qingmao tonight, but this was exactly what she wanted, "Brother Qingmao."

While taking off her clothes, she wrapped her hands around He Qingmao's neck, "Brother Qingmao, you finally."

He Qingzhao bit Fang Qiaoai's neck at once, his eyes were full of anger, "Wishful thinking? Passionate? Hmph"

He Qingmao pushed Fang Qiaoai to the bed, "I want you to know who is wishful thinking."

Fang Qiaoai didn't know what He Qingmao was talking about, she just tried her best to cater to He Qingmao, but He Qingmao just kissed her lips and rubbed some place vigorously, and didn't take the next step.

Fang Qiao'ai is clear-headed, she knows that He Qingmao is hesitating.
Fang Qiao'ai's legs clamped He Qingmao tightly, and He Qingmao's whole body stuck to Fang Qiaoai's body.

He Qingmao's consciousness gradually became clear, and only then did he realize that the person under him was not Tan Jin but Fang Qiaoai, and Fang Qiaoai was closing his eyes and waiting for him to take the next step.

Fang Qiaoai waited for a long time, but she still didn't see He Qingmao's movements. She opened her eyes, but saw He Qingmao staring at her in a daze.

"Brother Qingmao, what's the matter, do you not like Qiao Ai?" Fang Qiaoai said softly.

It was only then that He Qingmao realized that he was a little embarrassed, and immediately stood up, saying, "I'm sorry I was impulsive."

Fang Qiaoai looked at He Qingmao's troubled look, but said nothing, got up from the bed, and hugged He Qingmao, "Brother Qingmao, it's fine, Qiao Ai knows."

He Qingzhao lit a cigarette, he smoked more and more recently, "Qiao Ai, do you want to sleep here?"

Fang Qiaoai looked at He Qingmao, "Brother Qingmao, it's so late, do you want Qiao Ai to go back?"

He Qingmao took a deep breath and said, "Then you sleep here, I'll open another room."

Fang Qiaoai hesitated to speak, but she couldn't keep He Qingmao, after all, his heart was not with her.

He Qingmao walked out of the room, instead of opening the room directly, he walked outside the hotel and sat on the steps.

He remembered the little girl he met when he was a child, the goose yellow dress she wore that day, and that day, he said he wanted to marry her.

Qiao Ai kept saying that she was that little girl, but He Qingmao didn't feel that way about her anyway. That little girl was like a dream she once had.

He smoked cigarettes one by one, and all his troubles flooded into his mind in an instant.

He obviously doesn't love Tan Jin, so why is he so angry with her attitude? Is it just because of his possessiveness as a husband?
He Qingmao was walking on the street slowly, aimlessly, when suddenly he saw a man singing along the street.

In the middle of the night, he seemed to have nowhere to go, so He Qingzhao walked over and handed the homeless a cigarette.

"Brother, are you still going home?"

He Qingmao looked at his guitar, fiddled with it twice, the guitar hummed unwillingly, the homeless man took the cigarette, and glanced at He Qingmao.

He Qingmao watched him skillfully lit the cigarette, "It's not that he won't go back, it's that he has no home to go back to." He put away his guitar, sat on the side of the street and chatted with He Qingmao casually.

"Why, you are homeless too? Look at you, it doesn't look like that."

The homeless man took a deep breath, "I haven't smoked such a good cigarette for a long time, thank you."

He Qingzhao smiled, and gave him a pack of cigarettes, "Looking at you, you won't be reduced to a beggar. What is your reason?"

The homeless smoked the last puff of his cigarette, "It's hard to say, young man, thank you for your cigarette."

"Hey, wait a minute, will you watch the door?" Suddenly felt that it was impolite to say so, He Qingmao immediately changed his words, "I mean, are you willing to be my security guard?"

The homeless man looked at He Qingmao, "Where are you from?"

He Qingmao sat down with him, "I'm from here, and I'm the president of Fengchao Group."

"Feng Chao, are you He Qingmao?" The homeless man turned pale with shock, "Are you He Qingmao?"

He Qingzhao nodded, "What's wrong? You know me?"

The tramp's tone changed, "No no, I don't know you, I don't know"

The homeless man turned around and was about to leave, but He Qingzhao grabbed him and stuffed a business card into his hand, "You can find me if you need anything later."

The homeless man left in a hurry, He Qingzhao shook his head, why is even a stranger so afraid of him now?

He Qingzhao returned to his newly opened room, soaked in the bathtub for a long time before getting up, lying on the huge bed, but couldn't fall asleep, Tan Jin's face was swaying in his mind, and those tender and smooth hands made him feel I have endless aftertaste.

He Qingmao's throat was a little dry, and he fell asleep before he knew it.

When He Qingmao got up, Fang Qiaoai had been standing by the bed and waiting for a long time.

He Qingmao thought what happened to him and Fang Qiaoai last night, so he immediately looked around, "Why are you here?"

"I saw that your door was open, so I came in by myself and brought you breakfast."

He Qingmao rubbed his dry eyes due to lack of sleep, "We were there last night."

"Brother Qingmao, do you have a bad memory? We were last night, just..." Fang Qiaoai didn't continue, but He Qingmao was very nervous. He was afraid that he might remember something wrong. It doesn't look like anything happened.

"Brother Qingmao, get up quickly, or you will be late to the company."

He Qingmao put on his clothes, but saw a not-so-deep mark on Fang Qiaoai's neck, but he remembered that he didn't touch it last night. He was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask.