REMIX

I don't think this is a problem for me.

Of course I saved him, because my mother was saved.

"Uncle Zhou, can I trouble you to send my mother back?"

I knelt down and touched Xia Jie's forehead and palms, roughly confirmed her physical condition, and entrusted her to Zhou Jingyang who was always by her side with confidence.I think there is nothing wrong with doing this.

"……it is good."

He pushed his glasses, and his expression of agreement seemed cautious and awkward. When he helped Xia Jie up, he didn't dare to touch her with his hands. Some parts would make people feel rude and inappropriate. I suddenly felt that if this person was born in eighth The 90s must be the kind of old-school gentleman, so conservative that it makes people anxious.

Xia Jie's room is on the same floor as Zhou Jingyang's room, and Gong Junye and I are on the upper floor, with Fei Nahe, Li Qianlan, Qiao Xinxin's floor in between, it's too far to walk through the door before going to bed.

I was a little sleepy, so tired that my blink rate slowed down, I helped Gong Junye to say goodnight to the others, and once again asked Zhou Jingyang to send my mother to the door, and I will take care of his young master.

Master Gong is nearly 1.8 meters six, and the net weight is really impressive. I gritted my room card and squeezed into the elevator full of people with a grim face. Reach for the floor button.

He hung on my shoulders like an honest sack, and every breath seemed to be soaked in alcohol, exuding the warmth of humidity, but he was still tenaciously sober while speaking, that hoarse and soft nasal voice was even very sexy.

I said you as for?

He said, you don't know, that kind of wine market is full of rich and bad embryos, and someone will give you medicine at any time, some of which are poisonous, and you can't help it if you get it.

As soon as I was stunned, I immediately went through the many dangerous details of tonight in my mind. I was surprised at his meticulousness at first, and then felt that this behavior was extremely childish-obviously possessing the kind of maturity and stability that is easy to do, certain At the time, he was so nervous that he did stupid things that deviated from his evil appearance, and I just fell for his tricks. Whenever he was stupid, my heart would sprout and I couldn't control myself.

I replied in a gentle voice, I knew it, patted his back from top to bottom like patting a little guy younger than me, and said, do you still drink?

His hands around me pinched my ass.

I drink better than you.

I was so distracted by that voice, but now I'm angry with him.

Because there were many people standing around us, and gradually became loose as the floor slowly ascended, I lowered the volume of my conversation with him as much as possible, but the painful sound just now still made a middle-aged woman in front of us turn her head in displeasure Looking this way, I can only hide my face behind his shoulder to avoid responsibility.

After getting off the elevator, there was no one in the corridor, wall lamps were thoughtfully installed every few steps, and the floor was covered with thick sound-proof carpets. I leaned on the wall and looked for our room door by door. Going in in the dark, he couldn't control his bending posture, and he fell into the bed together with him, and was bounced by the rather elastic mattress.

This physical work made me sweat a lot, I loosened my tie to turn on the light, put aside his life and death, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Before I had time to put on my clothes after washing, my ears were sharp, and I heard a soft sound of objects falling outside the frosted glass door; I hurriedly pulled a bath towel around my waist, opened the door, and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, slumped Two long legs, coat belts are thrown on the ground.

That mental retardation touched my heart deeply.

"Hey."

I stepped over to him in two or three steps, put my knee against the edge of the bed, and tried his forehead with my hand: "Is there something wrong?"

I smelled the mellow wine fragrance from the side of his neck, maybe it was the heat of the skin that made it evaporate faster, and the fragrance of misty wine on his body seemed to linger all over my body, lingering.There is a kind of overripe fruit, rotten sweetness in the breath, I don’t know why, I didn’t drink a few cups, but I was so smoked by this smell that I felt like I was on the top again, and my whole body was floating.

Like now is not the time to kiss at all.

But I can't control my hands.

Since there is only one bath towel all over my body, he wiped off the remaining water stains on my back, chasing a drop of water with my fingertips, and pushing it down the groove of my spine, which made my skin goosebumps numb. Can't speak clearly.

"After drinking...can't..."

He grabbed my waist violently and dragged me to kneel on him, clutching the corner of the loose bath towel, and licking the saliva from the corner of my mouth with the tip of his tongue. "Promiscuous."

When he kissed me, the hard part was under my palm, and he held it with my hand.

"Do you want me to help?" I asked knowingly.

He has always been a master flirt in this respect, he is old and skilled, and he also knows how to respect my personal freedom. Now the demeanor in his bones is preserved and he does not force me, but this provocative appearance really makes me feel very delicate and difficult. Resist not to tease him—he sniffed at me like a restless big dog, and I kept patting back the hands that touched me. He buried his face in my chest over and over again, anxious and wronged.

"The baby has learned to bully people."

After taking a shower, my body was hot, and the belated alcohol was released instead. I went to the bedside table to touch a pack of cigarettes, and lit it to give myself courage.Wrapping your left hand around the back of his neck, took the first puff, and gently put the cigarette between his lips.

"Then please beg me."

If it were normal, I would definitely not be able to say such a thing, and it’s not a movie, it’s kind of embarrassing to put on airs.But now my mind is not much clearer than his, and I dare to say and do anything. I pushed my nose and pulled down his trouser chain, and he reacted immediately, and the hand that grabbed my bath towel suddenly tightened. He opened his mouth and bit my throat.

"Summer break."

He exhaled lightly and weakly in my ear socket, his posture was not a kiss but it was better than a kiss, and there was a string in his voice that was about to break at any time: "Please."

It snapped apart.

I hugged him in the dreamlike gray fog and masturbated him.Consciousness is fragile and incoherent, like electronic signals that go up and down, but I am puzzled why he seems so strong and solid when he gives himself to me.He was comforted by me, but I tried my best not to be manipulated by him.A piece of cut off cigarette ash fell on my sweaty arm, it didn't feel hot, he grabbed the two corners of the towel and pulled me towards him, he could even make some annoying gasps and groans in my ears, Wrapping my wet and slippery hand, in the end it was me who was made hot all over, biting my lip and unable to suppress the wet trembling from his touch.

He smiled and kissed my furrowed brow.At the critical moment when the flagpoles of both sides were raised, I felt a touch of tenderness that made my heart soften.

"Really... who did I learn from?"

The bath towel was untied by him at some point.

"I dare not teach you that."

The cigarette butt that was pressed into the ashtray rolled out into sparks, and I slowly blew the puff of cigarette in my mouth onto his face: "Self-taught."

After venting for a while, he seemed to be less burdened, not as thirsty as before. He put his hands on my waist and pressed down, asking for my consent as if flattering me:

"Can I not wear a condom?"

He is surprisingly well-behaved in this regard, no matter how impatient he is, he has a good habit of wearing a condom, although he often uses this to make some pranks such as asking me to put it on him with my mouth... Frankly speaking, even if he came in without saying hello, I would not What happens, he just likes to hear me say strange things.I really want to punch him.

But his finger had already come in, so I had no choice but to answer with a bad attitude: "I won't be pregnant."

However, this sentence did not know where his weird smile was. When I straightened my upper body, my chest was facing his face, and he rubbed my nipples with his lips: "Reject. I don't need a second baby."

"Enough..." I couldn't help but clenched the hand on top of his head into a fist, pinched a few strands of his hair between my fingers, arched my whole back, and whispered, "I beg you no……"

The two places on my chest were swollen and painful from being sucked and bitten, and I was too ashamed to look at him when I took on the topic of pregnancy.But when the body was inserted, the face was closest to him, the pain made me sober up in an instant, and I was pushed again with a painful cry.

"Um……"

I haven’t tried this position a few times, it’s said that it’s the deepest, and this time I can experience the sensation of numbness from the tailbone to the back of the head. Kneeling legs are weak, and he hooked his waist with one hand and went straight to me. The most terrible place to hit.My hand was about to scratch the wall at the head of the bed, and I was afraid that the people next door to the hotel would hear this and bite him on the shoulder hesitantly: "Ah..."

"Yes, please. Otherwise I'll regret it."

He looked at my face from the bottom up: "Want to cum in so you can give me a baby."

This night nearly cost me half my life.

There is an external effect of alcohol, and the two people themselves are not strong-willed, and the results of excessive indulgence are underestimated. The first thing I do when I open my eyes is to count how many hickeys I have on my body, and the second thing is It was to throw the culprit off the bed.

But he was sleeping soundly holding me on his hands and feet, like a big child.I really can't do it.

Help him cover the quilt again.

When I got out of bed to look for clothes, I saw the electronic watch on the table, wondering if Xia Jie and the others were awake.To send Li Qianlan and Qiao Xinxin back to school at noon, they had to go to the airport two hours in advance.

I remember that before I came here last night, I specifically told Zhou Jingyang to send my mother back to the room. He has always been steadfast in his work and is trustworthy. Even if he drank too much, he is also the most sober-minded among us.

I didn't think much of it at all.

Who knew that after he sent Xia Jie into the room, he couldn't go out that door that night.

When my mother opened the door for me, I couldn't think of how to react.

She was wearing a man's shirt with a wide hem covering her buttocks, her hair hung down to the second button on her chest, and she rolled the overly long sleeves to her forearm, holding the doorknob with one hand, letting I can only see a corner of the house.

But the curtains were not drawn in the room, and the sun at nine o'clock in the morning shone in without any scruples, and both the bed and the people on the bed could see it clearly.

A shirtless man sat on the edge of the bed, holding his glasses in his hands, and there were balls of laundry at his feet, which he didn't even dare to pick up.

His hands trembled indistinctly, as if he had just experienced an irreparable disaster.

And Xia Jie stepped on the glass-like light, walked to him and sat down, crossed his bare legs, took out a cigarette from a deformed cigarette case on the bedside table, and lit it.

She took a breath, then spat it out heavily, and patted Zhou Jingyang's leg:

"Okay, I will take responsibility for you."

At that moment, I actually thought, yes, this is what my mother can say.

But when I turned around and saw Gong Junye, who was chasing me, I seemed to have forgotten the language that humans have used for generations, and degenerated into a helpless animal. I turned around and wanted to escape, but he stopped me and asked me what's wrong .

He has taken a bath, but there is still the lingering fragrance of the skin after a night of rubbing his ears and temples, which is a familiar smell between lovers and will make them closer. He subconsciously hugged me, his voice was concerned and confused .

"Baby?"

His voice was very soft, so Xia Jie didn't hear him, and he said it right next to my ear.

So is the next sentence.

"I rely on...to force my father-in-law..."

My eyes blurred and I felt like I was going to faint.

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