Boss coming: kiss my sweetheart wife

Even without looking back, Qiushui knows that he is right behind her.

Her steps were not fast, and she didn't mean to wait for him. She walked slowly as usual, and the footsteps behind her were not urgent.

It seems that there are only two footfalls left in the world, interwoven with each other.

Qiushui is upset and irritable.

Passing a supermarket, he bought a la carte and came out. He was still behind her.

Qiushui walks to the front lane and turns on purpose.

Tang Junfeng steps slightly, or to follow up.

Foot just stepped into the alley, a stick fell from the sky, Tang Junfeng quickly reached out, caught the stick, but did not stop in the original place, afraid to hurt her.

"Why are you following me?" Qiushui is very angry. She hates people who are pestering, like demons that can't be thrown away.

"Autumn water." Tang Junfeng called her name in a low voice. Her voice was so low, like a melodious cello.

But now it falls in the ears of autumn water, like the sound of hell.

Her face sank.

Tang Junfeng looked at her eyes hate and anger, in a little bit of out, heart suddenly afraid.

The hand that grasps a stick suddenly pulls toward the body side, the body of autumn water was pulled by him to come over, rushed into his bosom.

Empty arms are finally filled with the warmth of the familiar, close your eyes, surrounded by the familiar taste of her body, Tang Junfeng has never felt so at ease.

"Qiushui, I miss you so much." Tang Junfeng's hand in a little bit tight, eager to her people into their own blood bone, never separated from her.

It turns out that falling in love with a person is such an appetizing experience.

Autumn water stupefied for a moment, then struggled: "you let me go."

"No He is now like a stubborn child, just want to hold his beloved woman, say nothing.

Qiushui kicks him with his feet and bites him with his mouth. He is indifferent, as if he won't hurt.

She bit his neck deeply, and the smell of blood spread among the sharp teeth. He still didn't hum.

Qiushui's strength slowly relaxed down, and finally buried in his neck, crying out.

"Asshole, asshole, asshole!" Every time she hits a man, her heart aches.

Why pester her, why not let her go!

She would rather never meet him!

Tang Junfeng's eyes crimson up, standing in situ, let her slap, bear silently.

If it makes her better, he is willing to be beaten by her all the time.

Maybe I'm tired of playing, or maybe I'm tired of crying. Qiushui still stops.

She suddenly pushed him away, red eyes slowly returned to reason, the outbreak of feelings, she bit by bit back, that pair of beautiful eyes, slowly become cold, cold.

Looking at his eyes is like looking at a stranger.

"Come on, what are you going to do to let me go?" Her voice slowly became cold and piercing.

Tang Junfeng stares at her eyes and doesn't speak for a moment.

"Do you want me to die before you leave my world?" She suddenly became cruel and asked in a painful voice. Tears fell down her cheek like falling pearls.

Tang Junfeng's heart sank little by little, which made it hard for him to bear.

The air in his chest seemed to be drained. Under his dark eyes, thick bags under his eyes were full of his fatigue and pain.

Qiushui also wants to say something cruel, scold him out of his own world, looking at his haggard appearance, as well as his neck, the place she bit is still bleeding, she suddenly can't bear it.

The empress raised her head and walked with a cold voice

Slightly side head, she Yu Guang looked at his clothes, fingers in slightly trembling, voice is like a machine without feelings, cool said: "don't give my life any more trouble."

With that, she left without nostalgia.

Tang Junfeng looked at her thin back, she still refused to forgive him.

Hand into a fist, a heavy blow on the rough wall, severe pain, but can not offset the pain in his heart.

When Qiushui comes home, the first thing he does is to close the curtains in his bedroom.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, has been patient, did not look out of the window.

In the next few days, Tang Junfeng appeared in her cold drink shop as usual.

Or the corner by the window, or a computer, alone, strangers do not close.

Qiushui finally arranges things in the shop and secretly instructs Qin Mu and Xiaojie to take care of the shop.

This night, she returned home, it was very late, deliberately opened the window did not close.

She stood in front of the bed, staring out of the dark window in a daze, for a long time, still did not go to close.She went to the bathroom, took a bath and skin care, prepared tomorrow's luggage, did everything she could, but deliberately forgot to close the window.

Until everything was done, she lay on the bed, blowing the cold wind, finally got up, step by step, heavy to the window.

Seeing the man standing by the street lamp under the window and the fireworks between his fingers, Qiushui's heart suddenly hurt, as if he was stabbed by something.

Action is almost panic of pulling the window, quickly closed, locked, closed the curtain, cut off everything outside.

Then he ran to the bed and pulled the quilt over his face.

He will leave soon, she comforted herself.

Tang Junfeng looked at the closed window and laughed at himself.

He lowered his head and lit a cigarette again. His fingers were shaking slightly, and his consciousness was blurred for a moment.

But he soon calmed down, leaning against the tree behind him, looking at the cold window again and again, trying to expect her to open the curtain and stand there to look at him.

Tonight, I'm afraid I can't wait.

She was ready to go out of the house in the morning, and had to get up early.

Standing at the door of the villa, waiting for the taxi reservation, looking at the place where the man stood last night, where there was half a shadow of the man.

She couldn't help dragging her luggage across the road, getting closer and closer to the tree.

I don't know why. Her heart beats a little fast. She seems to be doing something secretly.

"Who on earth is so ungrateful, throwing so many cigarette butts that no one needs to clean them?"

Qiushui was a little startled, turned around and saw a cleaning lady with cleaning tools coming towards her.

She subconsciously looked at the ground where he stood last night, where cigarette butts almost piled up into a hill.