smoke like fire

It was raining lightly and steadily outside, and there was a traffic jam everywhere, so I went home without wandering.

Nearly six o'clock in the evening, the lights in the hall were on, but there was no one in the house.

A general manager of the father's company married his daughter and invited him to a dinner party. He should have been at the venue at this time, and the mother and the eldest aunt went to the Buddhist temple for seven meditation sessions from Monday.

And Sister Xu, because of family matters, will not come back until Monday.

I turned on the light inside, and the living room was instantly lit up, and the white light hit the well-maintained Italian imported leather sofa, shining circles like a bright mirror.

The newspapers on the long table were neatly arranged, and the ashtray on top was clean without even a speck of dust.I picked it up, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

My father used to smoke, but he has quit in recent years. I am self-conscious at home, and when I am addicted to smoking, I go to the balcony and try not to bring the smell of smoke into the house.

But I can't control it now.

Thinking about it, my father actually disliked my increasing addiction to cigarettes year after year, but he never complained; just as I disliked many of his things, I never complained to him for understanding.

I don't understand what Ms. Xu wants.

At first, I wanted to come to my door to see what kind of woman would make a man who behaved in a strict manner willing to make mistakes.

But later, I dismissed the idea because it was meaningless.

So what if I see you?Would mother feel better?Can the father turn back because of this?After several years of quarrel, my mother finally compromised, so how could it be possible for me to turn the tide by myself.

In the heart of a father, a son is not necessarily more important than a wife.Besides, he had more than one son.

Ms. Xu's son - I've never seen it before, but thinking about what she said today, I feel like something is stuck in my heart, heavy, and I can't get rid of my emotions.

Like who—whom can I be like?How could I not know, and how could Ms. Xu not know—this kind of words can only be said after comparing with a man who is also similar to her.

Ms. Xu thought I didn't remember, but I did.

Three years ago, Mrs. Lisheng Huang held a tea party. It was called a tea party, but it was actually a blind date for their daughter.I had already thought of an excuse, but I drank too much the night before, so I spent the night with Ye Wenli. The next day, Chen Liren called. It was his call, but I answered it by accident. In a hurry, I found an excuse Chen Liren can only go to the meeting together.

Up to now, Chen Liren thinks that Ye Wenli failed in love and got drunk that time, so I sent him home.

And at the tea party, Xuan Xuan, several ladies, and their backgrounds were quickly discussed, and someone pointed out to me a Ms. Xu.

Compared with the well-dressed people of the same age around her, Ms. Xu is not particularly outstanding, but her posture is pleasant, she has the beauty of her own age, and it is different from Ms. Zhao.

Ms. Zhao is a butterfly that attracts everyone's attention, while Ms. Xu is quiet, like a white lily in a vase for viewing; white and elegant, absolutely not bad.

Those present knew Ms. Xu well. She is the best friend of all the wives. Before marriage, she was a jewelry designer. But only privately to help friends.

Because my surname was Xu, and considering my age, and thinking that the conditions were similar, I knew it vaguely at the time.

It's strange that the person who introduced her to me at that time is blurred in my mind; my memory is not bad, but I can't remember him at all.

I only remember that it was this thin woman, she was the mistress of another house who was willing to be small, as if wronged, and had bound my father's mind for many years.

Her mother was better than her, so she had to live with her wealth, and she looked inappropriate everywhere. No wonder she became the white rose that was rejected by her.

This time when Zhao Kuanyi came back, I still went to pick him up at the airport, and I made a serious appointment in advance, and it was the same thing when I didn't come.He left the airport lobby, not alone, but with Fan Yuejiao by his side.

Seeing me coming, Fan Yuejiao didn't seem surprised.I am also familiar with her, so I said to her, "Thank you, Miss Fan."

"Where?" Fan Yuejiao smiled, and looked at Zhao Kuanyi slightly, "It's not as tiring as the chairman's socializing."

I smiled.Zhao Kuanyi didn't change his expression, and ordered directly: "Sister Fan, you can take the company's car, and tell the driver to pick me up at the same time tomorrow morning."

Fan Yuejiao nodded and said, "Okay, I see." Looking at me again, she put the briefcase in her hand, "Mr. Cheng, see you sometime."

I smiled and waved to her, watching her turn around and take two steps forward, getting into a black BMW.When the car was gone, I opened the door behind me.

"Okay, it's up to me. Chairman Zhao, please show me the car. I promise, this Audi is no worse than your BMW."

Zhao Kuanyi didn't seem to take it seriously, "Try and compete on the road."

I laughed, "I dare not compare with your private car. Okay, please get in the car."

Zhao Kuanyi got into the car without saying a word.

I switched to the other side, looked at him as soon as I got up, and pointed to the paper bag in front of him, "Look, it's for you."

Looking at it, Zhao Kuanyi raised his eyebrows slightly before reaching out to get it.

I start the car and hit the road.

In less than a moment, Zhao Kuanyi had pulled out the Hermes box from the paper bag.I glanced at it and saw that he didn't seem to open it immediately, but instead took out another card from the bag.

It is clear that I am not a birthday star, but at this moment, I feel more cramped than him.

Zhao Kuanyi had already opened it, and read out the words on the card plainly: "Happy Birthday." After a pause, he seemed to smile, "Birthday gift?"

I pretended to cough, and didn't have the nerve to look at him, "It's an apology, isn't it?"

"Oh."

Hearing that his voice is neither soft nor heavy, I really can't figure out what it means, but I feel that the atmosphere has not turned bad.

Maybe it's because I'm in a good mood with him.I noticed it yesterday, I have been calling on my own initiative for many days, but he rarely calls.So I seized the opportunity and made an appointment with him to pick him up today.

After the car got off the interchange and walked in the urban area, while waiting for the red light, I took the opportunity to express my apology clearly.

"That time, I did go too far."

Zhao Kuanyi looked at it slightly, turned away again, and said calmly: "Nothing."

I already had a deep self-knowledge, but when I thought about it later, knowing was impulsive, and I was no longer at the age of not understanding human relationships and morals, and the consequences, not to mention him, might not even be able to bear for me.

The point was reached, and each other knew it well—this time, it was considered as turning a page.

I said instead: "You—won't you take it apart and have a look?"

Zhao Kuanyi responded well, and opened the packing box. Immediately, he saw that pair of eyes flowing, flickering in the dark and unclear compartment.

It happened to be a green light, and I was a little relieved and a little regretful—otherwise, I should have been able to kiss.It's all in the car, I'm sure he doesn't care.

I pretended to concentrate on driving, and just listened to his question.

"Tie? Did you pick it?"

I couldn't help laughing, and said: "In the past, people said that a woman gave a man a tie in order to tie up that man, but who would have imagined that in modern times, a man can also give a man a tie. The meaning is different. Alright."

Zhao Kuanyi was silent for a moment, then said authentically: "This means, it's not too different, but it can still be very interesting in turn."

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Later, on the bed, at the moment of dissipating lust, when the mind is confused, the body heat gradually rises, and my wrists are bound behind my back unexpectedly, I suddenly understand the meaning of the so-called other passion.

I took a breath, turned my head halfway, and saw that a dark blue tie was tied around my wrist, and the end of the tie was draped on the skin of one buttock. It felt a little strange.

I didn't expect to break away, but I didn't feel ashamed, so I just asked him.

"Well, do you like the gift I picked?"

Zhao Kuanyi slightly lifted my waist, clasped my wrist with one hand, lowered his body to enter me, and said: "I like being tied to you."

The rear suddenly filled up, and I took a breath without feeling it.

The cheeks were pressed against the soft silk pillow, and they were rubbed with the push and push of the back, but they didn't feel pain, only shame, and it was hot and hot, and the whole body was damp.

I closed my eyes and heard a few rough breathing sounds, some from Zhao Kuanyi and some from me.

Zhao Kuanyi's hand came to hold my head that had just vented and reacted again, his body bent even lower, and the things in my body were buried deeper, and he acted recklessly, but still did not stop.

Having sex once seems like trying my best to keep something—but I can't care less about seeing that—if there is anything.

When I came out of the shower, all the clothes on the floor were scattered carelessly on the small sofa under the window. I picked up my own and saw the crumpled tie draped over the back of the chair.

I didn't realize what happened just now, but now, I can't help but regret that a high-quality tie has never been used in the scene, but it has become a sex toy.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help saying: "It's a waste."

At the other end of the bed, Zhao Kuanyi was wearing a nightgown, half lying down, smoking a cigarette and looking at his mobile phone at the same time.Hearing this, he looked over; the ends of his hair were still slightly wet, messy and fluffy.

He looked slightly suspicious, so I coughed and pointed to the tie.He put out the cigarette into the ashtray and said, "Send it to the dry cleaning."

It was only then that I realized that there was something wrong with it, or it would be embarrassing to send it for dry cleaning, so I quickly took it to have a look, but fortunately, it was not there.