Blood-quenched mountains and rivers

Yang Wei looked at the back of Bailu leaving, and didn't know which nerve he touched her. He didn't mention her by name, but she insisted on taking a seat. Yang Wei couldn't help but feel a little headache. It seems that tanks are cuter than women too much.

The bored Yang Wei took out the map and prepared to plan the next itinerary, but before he could spread the map, there was a knock on the door, and Yang Wei chuckled without looking up: "Why are you so calm this time?" Hurry up? Don’t you have any money?”

Yang Wei thought it was Bailu who turned back, but when he opened the door, he saw Wan'er standing outside the door, holding a food plate in her hand, and whispered softly: " Mister hurried on the road and worked hard, Wan'er didn't want to repay him, so she made a bowl of our Shanxi vermicelli soup for him, and hoped that Mister would not refuse to express her affection."

The soup bowl on the food plate was steaming, and the spicy and tempting smell made Yang Wei salivate. He didn't care about the politeness at the moment, and hurriedly let Wan'er into the room, and put away the map on the table.

Wan'er looked around the room and asked curiously, "Sir, is the wife not here? This soup is specially prepared for two people."

Yang Wei pulled Wan'er to sit down, stared at the soup bowl and said casually: "My wife goes out for a walk, don't worry about the old habit, anyway, even if she is here, she won't drink."

"Sir," Wan'er whispered timidly while filling the soup: "This time I really caused trouble for Mr., Mr. and Mrs. seem to be kind people at first glance. Wan'er is very grateful for the help of the two of you. If it is because of Wan'er that there is a rift between Mr. and his wife, then Wan'er is an unforgivable sin."

The Shanxi noodle soup in front of him was very tempting. Yang Wei picked up the soup bowl and took a sip impatiently. A smile appeared on his brows and eyes, and he praised repeatedly: "Not bad, this craftsmanship is really amazing."

Wan'er smiled embarrassedly: "Sir, it's just a clumsy plan. I just don't know if the taste of my hometown is used to it."

With an empty belly, Yang Wei hurriedly nodded and said: "It is indeed the authentic Shanxi flavor. It seems that your husband is lucky."

Yang Wei said this casually without thinking, but Wan'er's expression didn't seem to be pretty, she lowered her head, and said softly with a little grievance in her voice: "He never eats what I cook."

Knowing that he had said something wrong, Yang Wei was stunned for a moment, and inevitably sighed a few words for Wan'er's rough life experience, but no matter how Yang Wei comforted her, Wan'er's expression was always gloomy and ugly. After Yang Wei finished eating, he packed up the bowl chopsticks, whispered softly like gossamer: "Mr. has been tired all day, why don't you take a rest early, and Wan'er will leave."

Wan'er was about to leave with the food plate in her hand, but she didn't even reach the door when she heard the bowl and chopsticks fall to the ground and cracked. He held him in his arms.

Wan'er, who was paralyzed in Yang Wei's arms, was as light as nothing, her face pale and ugly, Yang Wei said anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell? I'll send someone to find a doctor."

Wan'er waved her hands weakly and said: "You must not bother Mr. anymore, Wan'er is just weak, rest for a while and she will be fine."

Looking at Wan'er's slender and frail body, Yang Wei picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed, regretting all of them: "I'm tired on the road, I didn't take into account your weak bones, so I'll ask someone to cook some tonic soup for you."

After Yang Wei finished speaking, he was about to leave, but a pair of hands climbed onto his arm. The weak Wan'er held Yang Wei's wrist, staring at Yang Wei pitifully, and said softly, "Sir, don't go."

I don't know if it's Wan'er's blurred eyes, or the voice of begging and longing, which made Yang Wei feel a little dizzy. A woman's soft-spoken pleading is enough for any man to refuse. Yang Wei took advantage of the situation and sat down Beside Wan'er, looking at her delicate face.

Wan'er took Yang Wei's palm, pressed it gently against her cheek, and lamented: "Mr. is a good person, but it's a pity that Wan'er doesn't have such a good fate. Everything in this world is destined by the heavens, but Mr. Sitting next to Wan'er is enough for Wan'er."

Because of being pulled by Wan'er, Yang Wei leaned forward, and suddenly seemed a little dizzy. Wan'er lying on the bed turned into two figures, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into four again. Yang Wei shook his head, trying to stand up Let yourself sit still, but Wan'er held his hand and refused to let go, she looked at Yang Wei with tears in her eyes pleadingly: "Sir, don't you despise Wan'er? Although Wan'er is a woman, she has never I have never had a relationship between a man and a woman, and I am not the kind of person my husband thinks. However, after I go back this time, my family will definitely order me to remarry, so it will only be a waste of time."

Wan'er confided in a low voice sadly, but Yang Wei pressed his forehead and waved his hands: "You worry too much, I just feel a little dizzy."

"Dizziness?" Wan'er propped herself up on the bed and forced herself to sit up, and said with concern: "My father suffers from headaches, but Wan'er can press acupuncture points, why don't you give it a try?"

Before Yang Wei could reply, Wan'er pressed Yang Wei on the bed involuntarily, put her hands on Yang Wei's temples and pressed it lightly, her delicate waist moved slowly by Yang Wei's hands, her slender The lotus arms slowly exerted strength on those slender and soft feet without rushing, and the delicate body seemed to be performing a fascinating dance.

Just when Yang Wei was half asleep and half awake, a burst of fragrant breath surrounded him, and a moving voice whispered in his ear like a nightingale: "Sir, how do you feel?"

Yang Wei opened his eyes, and saw Wan'er who was close at hand, her lips were almost attached to Yang Wei's earlobe, the restless blood made Yang Wei's heart itch, and her hands climbed to Wan'er's waist in a strange way In the meantime, the waist twisted slightly, and half pushed and half stepped back a little, but it actually made Yang Wei's blood boil even more, and he pulled Wan'er into his arms.

The soft body exudes a dry and hot breath, Wan'er panted coquettishly, but her body pressed closer to Yang Wei, her whole body fell limply and powerlessly into Yang Wei's arms, she raised her eyelids to look at Yang Wei's eyes, and there seemed to be a gleam in her eyes. With tears streaming down his face, he said half questioning and half blaming: "Do you not dislike Wan'er, sir?"

Yang Wei didn't speak, just nodded slowly silently, his hands had moved down from Wan'er's waist slowly, every inch of skin touched by his fingertips was trembling slightly, catering to Yang Wei's fingertips.

Wan'er fell into Yang Wei's arms, and slowly said in a sleepy voice: "The first time I saw Mr., Wan'er had a special liking for Mr. Wan'er is already lucky in this life, and has no other requirements , even if it's just "dew" love, it's enough..."

Before she finished speaking, Wan'er's lips were already slowly touching Yang Wei's lips, her hands climbed onto Yang Wei's neck, and her dexterous hands slowly unbuttoned Yang Wei.

Everything was like a dream, only the beast of lust roared in his mind.