Almighty flower care master

Is Mrs. Qingcheng beautiful?

Is Mrs. Qingcheng in good shape?

Is Mrs. Qingcheng sexy?

……

There is no need to answer these three questions at all, anyone with eyes can see them. ![

Qin Yang asked three times in his mind, not to gain the approval of others, but just to confirm one thing for himself, that is, he finally held Mrs. Qingcheng in his arms and kissed her.

You must know that to Qin Yang, although Mrs. Qingcheng was always close in front of her eyes, she was still so unattainable, rich and elegant as the clouds in the sky.

It's not that Qin Yang never thought about Mrs. Qingcheng, but such thoughts were always cut off by him as soon as they came up. Even if he molested Mrs. Qingcheng in the swimming pool that night, it was not too much in itself. The idea is purely for fun.

Later, Madam Qingcheng admitted this by accident, and Qin Yang still didn't think much about Madam Qingcheng. Of course, he didn't dare to have any thoughts. The fifth team was invited to participate in special training to avoid embarrassment for both parties.

But some thoughts, some thoughts, once planted in my heart, are like a spark that can start a prairie fire. Tonight, Mrs. Qingcheng's words and actions that seem to imply but not hint, that cup of hot coffee, and the inadvertent The two boys who were passionately in love finally broke up Qin Yang's long-standing forbearance, and the devil living in his heart rushed out like a wild horse.

If you can bear it, you need to bear it again.

Qin Yang hugged Mrs. Qingcheng very tightly, and kissed him very hard, as if he wanted to swallow Mrs. Qingcheng into his stomach.

Mrs. Qingcheng didn't struggle, and didn't respond in any way, her mouth was tightly closed, allowing him to kiss her.

Qin Yang was panting from kissing alone, burning with desire, but Mrs. Qingcheng didn't respond at all. This made Qin Yang very angry. With his nimble tongue, he attacked again and again, trying to pry open Mrs. Qingcheng's body. Lips, ask for more.

"Is it enough?" Mrs. Qingcheng said suddenly.

"Not enough!" While Mrs. Qingcheng was speaking, Qin Yang's tongue slipped in, stirring up a pool of spring water.

Mrs. Qingcheng still didn't respond, but under Qin Yang's strong offensive, she was obviously a little caught off guard, and her expression was a little confused. This is what Qin Yang wanted, and he worked harder, using eighteen kinds of martial arts, and strived for a one-time victory. Mrs. Qingcheng took it.

It's a pity that he overestimated his ability, or in other words, underestimated Mrs. Qingcheng's determination.

Let him act like a wolf or a tiger, Mrs. Qingcheng always sticks to her heart and remains unmoved.

At the end of the kiss, Qin Yang forcefully let go of his hand, but he was defeated.

Shameful, really shameful.

The opportunity was great, but he couldn't win this woman down.

Mrs. Qingcheng took out a tissue, wiped her lips carefully, and said flatly: "Just this time, this time is not an example."

"No!" Qin Yang firmly shook his head. [

Mrs. Qingcheng looked at him with a glance, Qin Yang didn't dare to meet Mrs. Qingcheng's eyes, and said vaguely: "Anyway, you and I have insomnia, why don't you find something to do together, isn't it great? ?”

"Why?" Mrs. Qingcheng asked.

"A man and a woman, do you need a reason?" Qin Yang asked.

"Why?" Mrs. Qingcheng asked very persistently.

Qin Yang shrugged his shoulders, and finally stopped avoiding, staring into her eyes and said: "I can see that you have feelings for me."

Madam Qingcheng shook her head and said, "You think too much."

"Then why didn't you turn me off when I kissed you?" Qin Yang said angrily.

"I fired you this time, and there will be another time. Is it useful for a man like you?" Mrs. Qingcheng said with an expression on her face.

Qin Yang is right when he thinks about it, he is lustful and will look for opportunities to take advantage no matter what, but when he thinks about it again, he feels that something is not right, if Mrs. Qingcheng insists that Qingshan will not relax, no matter how courageous he is, he will not let go. How dare you do such a presumptuous thing.

Qin Yang's eyes became a little strange, and he said, "Then why did you seduce me?"

"I haven't." Mrs. Qingcheng said emotionally.

"Isn't it seduction when you ask me to swim in the pool? Isn't it seduction to leave a cup of coffee for me? Isn't it seduction to ask me to get you a bath towel? Isn't it seduction when you come after I told you to come out?" Qin Yang asked four times in a row , fast and urgent.

Mrs. Qingcheng said lightly: "No."

Two simple words answered all the questions.

Qin Yang wished he could bump his head to death, and said angrily: "Then tell me, what do you mean?"

"Not everything is purposeful." Mrs. Qingcheng said slowly.

"You lied." Qin Yang said loudly, this was the second time he lied tonight tonight, I have to say, facing such a strange woman as Mrs. Qingcheng, he finally found a match.

Mrs. Qing Cheng didn't answer his question, but said, "Drive."

Qin Yang scratched his head and sighed, he faintly felt that he was played by Madam Qingcheng?While it's fun for him to play this way, it's a shame for a man who likes to take the initiative in relationships.

Qin Yang drove on the road depressed, and returned to Zijin Villa Manor the same way. He kept provoking and provoking with words along the way. He didn't believe that Mrs. Qingcheng was a stone, no, even if it was a stone, it had to be melted.

But until the Audi car returned to Villa No. [-] and stopped in the yard, Mrs. Qingcheng always looked elegant and calm, as if what happened tonight was nothing at all.

"It's late, go to bed early." Madam Qingcheng didn't forget to say something to Qin Yang before getting out of the car. [

Qin Yang wanted to die, was this considered seduction?So what is seduction?

It's just that Qin Yang didn't want to move around if he couldn't figure out what Madam Qingcheng was thinking, otherwise he would really annoy Madam Qingcheng, and he might suffer something.

Qin Yang got out of the car and didn't leave in a hurry. He walked to the rattan chair under the osmanthus tree and sat down. He took out another cigarette and lit it. He usually doesn't smoke much, and only occasionally smokes one to relieve boredom, but today he didn't. I've smoked several of them, and I've had a really bad headache.

"What should I do?" Qin Yang thought to himself, "If it's really not possible, how about the Overlord forcefully attack?"

After thinking about it for a while, Qin Yang felt that it was unrealistic. Although he had never seen Mrs. Qingcheng make a move, the lethality of her eyes alone was not something ordinary people could bear.

"Did you just give up like that?"

Qin Yang was a little unwilling again, he finally got out of the demonic knot in his heart, he was able to calmly face Mrs. Qingcheng, appreciate her beauty, to give up at this level, even if he wanted to go back to the past, he would not be able to go back went.

In this way, they had no choice but to attack again and melt the iceberg.

Qin Yang felt that he had never worked so hard before, and this situation was more tiring than fighting Liu Piaopiao eight out of ten times.

It wasn't until a burst of elegant and moving piano music came that Qin Yang's thoughts were pulled back.

The sound of the piano came from the piano room on the second floor. Qin Yang used to teach Yan Keke the piano there, but Yan Keke was unpredictable and liked to play around. After entering the piano room, Qin Yang never went there again.

Qin Yang was very familiar with the piano piece that sounded at this time, it was "Mianxue" that he had played at the freshman welcome party.

He played this song at the time and asked the host Si Chenyin to read love poems and express Xiao Feng's love to Zhen Dan on behalf of Xiao Feng. It was widely circulated internally and talked about by several people.

The familiar melody came to the ears, but the emotion was not the emotion that Qin Yang conveyed at the beginning.

Someone once said that words are like a person, but in fact, it is music that can truly reflect a person's true inner world.

What kind of personality, what kind of music do you like, for example, big moms like Phoenix Legend, petty bourgeoisie like blues, angry youth like rock...

The most delicate emotional expression is not a rose or a diamond ring, but music. The sound of the piano is the voice of the heart. If you understand a person's music, you understand her.

Qin Yang stubbed out the cigarette butt, sat motionless on the wicker chair, and listened quietly for a few minutes. The tune reached the middle part, and the emotional interpretation changed from plain to enthusiastic. Qin Yang's figure flashed like a gust of wind. , disappeared from the wicker chair.

There was no light in the piano room, and it was so dark that only a hazy figure could be seen. Qin Yang walked in in the dark, and walked behind Mrs. Qingcheng. Mrs. Qingcheng touched the keys of the piano with both hands, and the sound of the piano flowed out like flowing water.

But the beautiful sound of the piano couldn't cover up the gradually fiery breathing of the two.

Qin Yang listened for a while, picked up Mrs. Qingcheng from behind, hugged her tightly, and peeled off the clothes on her body flexibly with both hands. At the same time, the clothes on his body were one after another. , fell to the ground, or was stepped on, but who would care?

Qin Yang savagely turned Mrs. Qingcheng's soft body. In the darkness, he hugged Mrs. Qingcheng's red lips, supported her plump buttocks with both hands, hugged her hard, and placed her on the piano keys , A burst of messy notes sounded, Qin Yang compacted his body, separated Mrs. Qingcheng's long legs, leaned forward, and thrust in with all his strength, only heard a muffled groan, it was Mrs. Qingcheng's long legs. The sound she made, her brows furrowed tightly in pain, Qin Yang was overwhelmed by it, he didn't notice Madam Qingcheng's discomfort, his body moved, and moved one after another in an astonishing way up.

Mrs. Qingcheng's head was covered with black hair, and she was flying around. The piano keys under her buttocks were being struck again and again. The song was not a song, but it was the most beautiful note in the world...

ps: These two chapters are well written, I like them very much.