The richest man Yang Fei

Yang Fei put his hands on her waist and hips, and when she loosened a little, she slid down, so he had to hold her hard. Although through the clothes, he still felt the amazing elasticity of her skin.

She was like a fish longing for water, and like a slippery snake, entangled in him, as if she wanted to swallow him up.

They are lovers, no matter what reason they have been separated for a period of time, even if they have hated and hurt, when they hug each other again, the feeling of heart-to-heart, the warmth that seems familiar, the warmth that was once longed for The obsession revived again.

"Yang Fei, we should have come to this point a long time ago, right?" Jiang Hanying said with tears streaming down her face, "Before graduation, I said I would give it to you, and you said I would keep it until we got married. If you wanted me earlier, we So many things wouldn't happen."

Yang Fei could no longer remember what happened at that time.

The green and young him may really be able to say such a thing.

Boys in that era would always think about girls, and felt that too close contact before marriage would be unfair to girls, but being able to hold back was the best love for her.

As everyone knows, girls actually desire your love more.

You try your best to keep her first time, but you don't know, maybe one day, she will give it to some "bad scumbag" in some cheap hotel bed.

If it was the current Yang Fei, he would never say that again, and save the marriage for that.

The result of a wrong thought is a world of difference.

Yang Fei held her face in his hands and silently wiped away the tears from her face.

"I thought it was for your own good." Yang Fei said with difficulty.

Jiang Han Ying said, "If I don't love you deeply, how can I give myself to you? Don't you know that there is a reason why flowers can be broken?"

"I know." As soon as Yang Fei finished speaking, there was a smooth and tender tongue in his mouth.

"Tonight, let's make up our homework, okay? Don't reject me, don't say anything, we are no longer teenagers. I know everything I need to know."

Yang Fei held her clove tongue, like two pots of hot fire colliding hotly together.

Jiang Hanying had long wanted to give Yang Fei the first time, and kept it for him. Although it was a bit late, it still happened.

When Yang Fei woke up, it was already noon the next day.

The sun shone brightly through the windows, sprinkled on the wooden floor, and illuminated the traces of dust in the air.

Yang Fei opened his eyes, looked at the dust flying in the light, and was dazed for a while. The crazy scene of greed and joy last night, like a movie replay, slowly came to mind.

He reached out and touched the pillow, but she was nowhere to be seen.

She didn't go to bed until morning, so she wouldn't wake up so early, and go to school, right?

Yang Fei got up, and felt dizzy. Last night, he drank too much wine, coupled with an untiring movement all night, sweated a lot, took a few showers, his body was over-exhausted, and his head was groggy at the moment.

"Yang Fei, you're awake." Jiang Hanying came in wearing pajamas, carrying a bowl of steaming soup.

Her hair was casually tied behind her head, and her complexion was as bright as a peach blossom, delicate and lovely.

Yang Fei took the soup bowl, blew on it, and took a sip slowly. He felt that the warmth was just right and the taste was very pure, so he finished it quickly, and asked in surprise, "What kind of soup is this? It tastes very good."

"Cordyceps, ginseng, boiled soup, soaked bird's nest, haven't you tried it before?"

"My God, I've only seen what you said in novels."

"You are so rich, why are you still so picky?"

"Did you survive?"

"Ah."

"I can't tell, you don't look like Miss Qianjin at all."

"Miss Qianjin doesn't do things, does she? Miss Qianjin in ancient times has a lot to learn, not to mention female workers. This is the foundation, and you have to be good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

Yang Fei asked, "Last night, if you didn't wear a raincoat, you won't win the bid, right?"

"If you hit it, you will hit it, are you afraid?"

"What am I afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of being responsible!"

"..."

"I'll be born when I'm pregnant, you don't need to worry about it, I will raise it myself."

"You're still in school!"

"How can reading be more important than raising children?"

"..."

"Puchi!" Jiang Hanying laughed, "Just kidding, you think I don't understand? I know."

She put down the dishes, climbed into the bed, nestled in his arms, and gently stroked his short stubble.

I haven't shaved in a day, and my beard has grown very sharp.

"Will you come to see me again?"

"Ah."

Yang Fei responded and said, "There is a very important class in the afternoon, and I have to attend it."

Jiang Hanying said, "Today is the weekend, you forgot?"

"Really? I'm in a daze." Yang Fei shook his head.

"Let's go, let's go sing." Jiang Hanying pulled Yang Fei up.

Her house has a set of stereos, which is of the same brand as Yang Fei’s set in the Royal Garden, and the sound quality is surprisingly good. Her house has undergone special sound insulation treatment, so that the sound from the outside cannot come in, and the sound of music inside does not. It will disturb the neighbors.

Yang Fei stayed at her house until evening, and the two parted ways after dinner.

Going to school the next day, Yang Fei was walking towards the teaching building with a book in his hands, when he suddenly saw Chen Ruoling and Chen Mo walking side by side.

The two of them walked together, really like two beautiful flowers, complementing each other.

"Yang Fei, I saw you." Chen Ruoling smiled, "Shall I go horseback riding this afternoon? I asked Chen Mo to go with me."

Yang Fei glanced at Chen Mo and said, "No. I have something to do this afternoon."

"Are you so busy?" Chen Ruoling asked, "We two girls invite you, are you willing to refuse?"

"Miss Ruoling, I hope you will remember what I said that day."