Dirty Games

The moment she pasted on his chest, her soft body suddenly became stiff, just like the strings of a zither suddenly tightened.

This is her silent language, in the silent expression of her resistance and resistance.

She doesn't like to be touched by him!

He clearly felt, an inexplicable sense of frustration, as if the turbid current swept him, so that he did not feel that his arms were tightened.

Fear spreads on Jing Xiaomeng's back. She is afraid of another round of plunder. Her limbs are cold and her hands and feet are cold. Even if she is close to his body like fire, she does not feel the temperature because there is a piece of ice in his bones.

He touched her finger, slightly a Zheng, "waste material, are you cold?"

"No, I'm just You want to sleep, OK? " He asked, hoping to let her go.

"Did I keep you up?" He seemed to be annoyed and bent down on her neck and sucked hard as punishment.

She shrinks her neck in pain. She feels like a companion to a tiger. Is it wrong to want to sleep?

"Can you put your hand down and hold it so tightly that I can't breathe." She lowered her voice, a little begging. She can't sleep like this.

He did not let go of his hand, but cruised to the top, without scruple covering her chest, "hurry to sleep, and then nonsense don't sleep."

She was so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to cry. It was strange that she could sleep when she was held by a man.

She breathed deeply, breathed again, and forced herself to be calm. She is an immortal Xiaoqiang, with super adaptability, to get used to this cruel and tyrannical man and make fun of it!

Although she tried to ignore her, but the red clouds on her face revealed her mood. Lu Haoyang looked in his eyes and drew a micro arc around his mouth.

A woman who warmed up the bed seemed to be good. He liked this way of sleeping. The size of the small waste materials was not too big, which just let him master it.

He had a good night's sleep.

The next day, as soon as Jing Xiaomeng woke up, she was kicked to the kitchen to make beef pie. She dare not disobey the tyrant's orders.

She had not packed her suitcase, so he called for a servant to do it for her.

When the servant picked up his clothes, a small notebook fell out of it. He bent down to pick it up. He found a picture in the middle. He was a boy. He was sunny and gentle. The scene behind was Columbia University.

Behind the photo, there is a line of beautiful small characters: Qin Xuechang is a white cloud in the sky, while I am a grass on the ground. I can see him every day when I look up, but I can never touch him; Qin Xuechang is a bright star at night, and I am an insignificant orangutan in the jungle. His light always shines on me, but there is a distance of 10000 light years between him and me.

There is a shadow over Lu Haoyang's face, his good mood suddenly disappeared, leaving only the gloomy haze.

Damn scrap. How many men have there been?

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and Jing Xiaomeng came in, "land animal, beef pie is ready, I also make you a fried dumpling..."

Before her voice fell, Lu Haoyang burst out with a low roar, "get out of here!"

She took a breath in secret. The eldest young master seemed to be angry again. He was very bad tempered and moody. She had better avoid it as soon as possible.

Turning to leave, the people behind like a hurricane general hit, a grasp of her collar, "I let you roll?"

Hearing this, the servant in front of the wardrobe realized that it was himself. He put down his clothes and ran out. It seems that Lu Haoyang's bad temper is known to all, and even the servants are afraid.

Jingxiaomeng timidly turned around, caught a glimpse of the photo in his hand, and was startled and snatched it. "Why do you move my things?"

He didn't want to explain such a trivial matter. He grabbed her by the shoulder and thumped her in the corner. "Do you have other men besides Zhao Songbai?" When he questioned, the corners of his mouth were taut, obviously gnashing his teeth. This was a sign of his anger, but she didn't understand what he was angry about. She didn't do anything wrong.

"He's just my senior in high school. He went to the United States after graduation. I don't think he'll come back." She explained in a very low voice. If it wasn't for his anger, she didn't bother to explain. They were just a rental relationship, not a real couple. Her privacy didn't need to be explained to him.

Lu Haoyang's ink pupil shrinks, and the cold and incomparable outline becomes milder. It seems that his anger is reduced, and "the past tense?"

"There is no progressive form. Where does it come from? People are married. It is estimated that children can play soy sauce now." She turned her lips, Qin junran is her distant dream, when the news of his marriage came, the dream was completely awakened.

Lu Haoyang's heavy mouth slightly raised, a trace of extremely secluded sneer overflowed, "do you secretly love him?"

Her face red, "is so what, middle school, secretly love the school's best boy is not a very normal thing?"

Lu Haoyang's eyes like the wind, from her cheek brush, "fortunately, you and I are not the same school, or another boring fanatic." His thin lips were close to her ears, and his tone was casual, like breathing through her hair.She choked and coughed a few times before breathing. "You're not my dish." She said without hesitation.

This seems to let him calm down anger again, he grabbed her shoulder fingers suddenly tight, hurt her frown, "I this dish, you can't afford it!"

"I know, we are two world people, I dare not climb up to you, so don't waste feelings." She said in a calm voice.

He let go of his hand. "You know yourself."

"I said, I don't want to be a high-ranking person, and I don't want to get married. I just want to find a person of the right family." As she spoke, she slipped out of the narrow gap between him and the wall. His aura was so terrible that she could breathe normally only by keeping a certain distance.

After finishing his collar, Lu Haoyang went out. He felt much better and went to breakfast.

Jing Xiaomeng sits on the sofa and stares at the photo in her hand.

Qin Xuechang should be a father, right?

He got engaged soon after he went to America.

She did not receive his wedding invitation, the news was seen in the circle of friends. She is just a little girl in primary school. Where can she be invited?

One day in college, she suddenly received his email, telling her that he was married and sent a wedding photo, hoping to get her blessing.

Since then, she has made up her mind to face the reality and find a boyfriend to have a good relationship.

Dream broken, but life will continue.

In her trance, the mobile phone suddenly thought, is a strange number.

"Hello, hello."

"Xiaomeng, it's me." The soft and magnetic voice in the microphone is so familiar and so far away.

She had a violent spasm all over her body. Her eyes were bigger than the copper bell, and she was staring at the man in the picture with fright.

Did she hear me wrong? Are you hallucinating?

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