Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng is not Zhao Meng, he is a ship in the sea of ​​desire, riding the wind and waves to fight against fate.

The little wave spirit is under his mast, the wind and rain are shaking him, the waves are bumping him, he is intoxicated in endless annoying dreams, he can't get out of this sea area, and he can't leave everything behind to sleep peacefully, his face is red and sweaty , dizzy, and could only close his eyes and cling to the only support in front of him. His hands, legs and feet have become tools for survival at this moment. He doesn't know how to walk and fight back, so he can only instinctively curl up and use his strength to tightly wrap around the only heat source in the center of the storm.

Zhao Meng comforted him and said, "Be good, just hold on for a while." He lowered his head and looked at him greedily. The warm yellow light from the bedside lamp melted and recast the picture. , hot, scalding, provocative, all turned into a few drops of sweat trapped in the whirlpool of the man's neck, Zhao Meng stuck out his tongue, and was licked away.Xiao Langjing shivered, and her voice was vaguely coquettish:

"itch……"

That posture made Zhao Meng's eyes straighten, and he almost abandoned the ship directly.

Really, how could he not have discovered all the good methods of this man before? I'm afraid he was blind.

But the beauty of the heart is the beauty of the heart. This time, the body's reaction was already intense, and I went to the palace twice in one night. No matter how energetic I am, I will feel tired.After the affair, both of them collapsed into two pancakes, and they didn't even bother to move their fingers.Zhao Meng was a little better, he was able to hold his head first, and asked Song Qiran very sincerely:

"Are you okay? Is it possible that you have to rush back to work overtime later?"

Song Qiran didn't try to be brave, after he reminded him, he took the phone and turned on the airplane mode.

"Let them think I'm dead," he said. "I'll wake up in the shower before I get back to the office tomorrow morning."

Zhao Meng smiled.

"Do you really like taking a shower in the morning, is it so comfortable?"

"I like it very much. It can relieve headaches. Do you want to try it?"

Zhao Meng heard something, raised his eyebrows, and pinched Song Qiran's nose when he was not prepared.

"Xiao Langjing, are you trying to lure me to wash with you?"

Song Qiran really didn't expect that layer.He nodded his chin involuntarily, as if seriously thinking about the possibility.

"It's hard to say, I really haven't taken a bath with others. But the first time you saw me take a bath, it felt quite novel. I felt that I was accompanied by someone, and I wasn't lonely at all."

"You are happy when I look at you? Just outside the door?"

"Probably." Song Qiran nodded honestly, "But I would like to try to take a shower in the bathroom with hot water turned on. There is a mirror in the bathroom. I think it will be very uncomfortable to look at you while showering with hot water, uh ——! You sneak attack me!"

Song Qiran was suddenly bitten on his finger, he raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, looking at Zhao Meng innocently.Zhao Meng wanted to cover his mouth.That mouth is too terrible. Before he knew that Song Qiran was really a little lunatic, he only thought that that mouth could sometimes make people happy with gentle words, and sometimes it could choke people so hard that they couldn't find it for a long time. A sentence in the sky and a turmoil in the ground, a heart is like riding a roller coaster.But now he knows that Song Qiran is really open-minded, his honesty is like that of a primary school student, he is shameless, and he doesn't realize that such straightforwardness is sometimes so naked that it is almost a kind of malicious seduction.If he really wants to finish those words, Zhao Meng has to force himself one more time.He didn't mind that Peony died, but he was worried that Song Qiran's already exhausted work would be delayed and turn into a mess.

He was determined to stick to the bottom line tonight, but the corner of his lips was poked by a fingertip. He lowered his head and found that Song Qiran was seriously studying his beard stubble with his fingertips, from the edge of his lips to the jawline. Gently describe it, as if it is a fun game to be entertained.There is a pale scar above Zhao Meng's left collarbone. It looks like it has been there for a long time. I don't know what caused it to be pierced.The scar was sunken, like a small hole pressed out of a soda cracker, Song Qiran approached and touched them carefully with his hand.

"How come?" he asked softly.

"Catch people." Zhao Meng said.

Song Qiran got up, he glanced at Zhao Meng, and frowned.

"Is it dangerous to be a policeman?"

There was a hidden worry in his expression, and his sincerity made Zhao Meng's heart burn when he saw it.

"I'm not a criminal policeman. I go to the police station every day to catch thieves and scammers, and then help people find their mobile phones. The worst police officer I've ever had in these two months was my divorced ex-husband who turned around and wanted to play hooligans, and pried the door into the house." Hit a woman, I beat you."

He patted Song Qiran's back comfortingly, and removed his hands that were groping on the old wound.

"This is not, this is an accident, and it will never happen again."

His tone was vague, and he mentioned it briefly, obviously not wanting to elaborate.Song Qiran was keen, he noticed it for a while, hesitated for two seconds, and didn't force him anymore, just changed his expression and sighed and said:

"I'm prone to anxiety, and I can't control my temper when I'm anxious, so if you want to be a policeman in the future, you should just catch thieves and liars every day, lest I get sick and scare you."

Those words sounded like a threat, but Song Qiran didn't realize how much information was contained in the word "in the future" without knowing it, so that Zhao Meng's heartstrings were once again hit by a arrow , breathing irregularly for a while.He couldn't help it.

"Little guy, what do you like about me?"

He knew that the question he asked was really lacking in style, like a naughty little girl who insisted on dragging her newly established love partner to make trouble for no reason.But he really couldn't help but ask.

"En?" Song Qiran reacted for a while, "Do you really want to know?"

Xiaolang was really brave, and at this time, he even wanted to show off for a while, but Zhao Meng wrapped his arms around his waist and scratched his itchy flesh on both sides until he almost died of laughter.Zhao Meng's selfishness was partly because he wanted to teach him a lesson, and partly because he liked his eyebrows and eyes, which turned into spring water when he smiled, and the spring water was not as warm as him.

The originally slightly depressing atmosphere was also swept away.

"I said, I said, I said—!" Xiao Langjing raised her hand in surrender,

"Because you looked like you liked me the first time you saw me. You didn't know it? You acted so obviously. I was already very happy when you saw me, and I thought you were good."

Xiao Langjing pursed her lips and put her arms around the back of Zhao Meng's neck.

"Just because of this?"

Zhao Meng's face was a bit indescribable.He knew that what Song Qiran said was probably true, but because of that, he still couldn't help showing a little bit of disappointment.He knows that he is nothing special, but he never wants to hear the person he likes admit it.

"Then according to what you said, even if you met someone else that day, as long as they like you at first sight like me, you will treat them like this. Is that what you mean?"

"It should be." Song Qiran admitted frankly, and he kissed Zhao Meng's collapsed face when he heard the words,

"But that was the first time I tried to use software to meet strangers. You were the first one. I didn't expect the first one to be so good. As I said, you are already good, so I don't want to add more Waste of energy trying. Even if there will be a second, third, fourth, but they are not the first, everyone knows that the first is the best, because the first is the most irreplaceable of."

He finished the sentence with a clack.Zhao Meng was down one second before, but almost went crazy the next second.He never expected that if he guarded against Song Qiran's first sentence, he would be extremely provocative, but if he didn't guard against the second sentence, he felt that he might be sick, and he couldn't listen to Song Qiran's speech seriously. If he really listened to a sentence and a half To put it bluntly, I'm afraid I'm going to be teased to death by him.

"Damn...I'm going to tie you up, shut your mouth, poke you in your pocket, tie you up...no one will see..."

Zhao Meng buried his face in his chest, vaguely suppressing his articulation.Song Qiran didn't hear clearly, the whole person curled up into a ball, holding Zhao Meng's head lazily and casually.

"what?"

"It's nothing..." Zhao Meng turned his face away and opened one eye. His eyes were red, but his gaze was tender. He raised a hand around the back of Song Qiran's head, inserted it into the other's soft and wet hair,

"Just thinking about you..."

Song Qiran's mouth moved closer, and his breath blew on Zhao Meng's face.

"Then kiss me." He suppressed his voice and sighed seductively.

Zhao Meng really didn't want to be a beast.

Song Qiran forced him to do so.