Fall in love with kissing you

Yan Si walked far in the quiet corridor, his cold eyes flashed through the stars outside the window.

In the hospital at night, most patients lean on their beds and wait for the sunrise the next day, as if waiting in hope, and the pain can be reduced.

Men's footsteps are steady and powerful, and the sound of western shoes is like that of watchmen in the old night.

Yan Siyuan turned to enter the elevator, casually lit a number, leaned lazily against the wall, took out a cigarette in his pocket, touched it in his hand and turned around. Before he lit it, the elevator tinkled.

Yan Siyuan twisted his eyebrows and was slightly surprised. He raised his eyebrows and swept them. The red and shiny numbers glittered back and forth. A "4" word made his hand stagnate, and the elevator door slid slowly and automatically.

The elevator pattern of the auxiliary building is not consistent with that of the main building, but the positions of numbers 1 and 4 are surprisingly similar. The man bowed his head and cursed, and pressed the number of the first floor again.

Out of the front door of the hospital, Yan Siyuan subconsciously looked at the auxiliary building. There were lighted windows on each floor, which were as small as stars in the distance.

Yan Siyuan carelessly took back his eyes, went to the parking lot, took the car and went straight back to Yan's house.

In the mansion, Zhang Yuan was still sitting in the living room talking to her friends on the phone. She looked up and saw Yan Siyuan standing by the door. She was so surprised that her mobile phones fell to the ground.

"Why did you come back at this time? Where's Chu Qing?"

Yan Siyuan looked at Zhang Yuan calmly and threw the car key on the rack. "Chu Qing is asleep. I'll come back for a meeting."

Zhang Yuan looked at him suspiciously, hung up the phone in a hurry, ran to Yan Si's far face, crossed her waist and pointed to the key point, "so you left Chu Qing alone in the hospital?"

Yan Siyuan sipped his mouth, went straight up the rotating stairs and threw down, "Mom, I'll be there early tomorrow morning."

Zhang Yuan laughed angrily, but looking at Yan Siyuan's back, she had no choice but to stamp her feet and turn back.

Yan Siyuan went to the study to deal with the work first. It was nearly noon when he came out. The night was as thick as ink. The downstairs living room flashed a weak light, and the shadows disappeared.

He rubbed his hair and returned to his bedroom. He kicked something in the dark and turned on the light. Only then did he find that it was Chu Qing's cartoon slippers, which were placed disorderly at the door. He stared at them for a while, and finally put them neatly on the wall like a compromise.

After taking a bath, Yan Siyuan fell into bed. He either didn't sleep or didn't sleep well these days. The soft big bed can just alleviate his fatigue.

Vaguely, he smelled a faint fragrance, which he always smelled on a woman

He turned to his side, half opened his bleary eyes, and saw a long black soft hair, like a black waterfall pouring down his head, draped over a woman's round white jade shoulders, and a big red silk quilt lying on the same pillow as him.

The woman's small Yingrun ears moved, as if she had noticed his movement. Looking back, Yan Siyuan was slightly stunned. Then he was cold and asked her, "Why are you here?"

Chuqing smiled at him, her lips slightly tilted, her eyes curved, dimples faintly visible, so sweet that she could be intoxicated. Yan Siyuan's heart moved. The woman stretched out her hand towards him. Her catkin was snow-white, her skin was light and slippery, and her skin was like curd. Suddenly, in Yan Siyuan's eyes, he noticed that Chuqing seemed to be naked, and her half exposed crisp chest was hidden in the red silk quilt, which was a different temptation.

Yan Siyuan just stared at her, "what are you doing?"

Chu Qing approached him step by step. His body was winding and tightly attached to his arm. Yan Siyuan's body was suddenly tight. He heard the woman attached to his ear and said, "didn't you let me reflect? I'll find you now..."

She held her head on her side and tooted her bright red mouth, as if she was very distressed. "What should I do? I want to be violent and gentle..." as she said, she turned her eyes and cunningly hooked the corner of her lips. Suddenly she held his hand and pressed it on the soft snow peak. Chuqing approached him with her red lips gently, "why don't you tell me."

Yan Siyuan only felt that there was a bunch of fireworks exploding in his mind. He fiercely grabbed the woman's softness and rubbed it into various shapes. One turned over and pressed the woman under her body, bent over her and gasped. His eyes were as dark as a hungry wolf at night. He stroked the broken hair between the woman's temples and smiled softly and cruelly, "Chu Qing, I'll tell you now."

When he was deeply buried in her body and a light flashed in his mind

Yan Siyuan suddenly opened his eyes. The dazzling morning light was reflected on the ceiling. Yan Siyuan immediately closed his eyes and gasped thirsty like a fish losing water.

He bit his teeth and felt the mud under him.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Yan Siyuan was startled, and his temple swelled, "who?"

Zhang Yuan's voice came from outside the door, "it's me, Siyuan. Get up quickly. My aunt made breakfast and stewed soup. You can send it to Chu Qing."

Seeing that the people inside didn't answer, Zhang Yuan knocked again. A moment later, she heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Then she went downstairs at ease.

Yan Siyuan threw all his clothes into the trash can, opened the shower directly, and stood under the water. He rubbed his face. He felt a little clearer. He touched the moustache on his chin and suddenly remembered that a woman sat on him last night, touched his moustache and smiled.

The water rushed into his mouth. Yan Siyuan suddenly surprised himself and choked a few mouthfuls.

How could he dream that Chu Qing did that

Yan Siyuan changed his clothes, glanced at the sheets piled up at the foot of the bed, and felt more and more unlucky.

It must be the reason that Chuqing's breath was left in the room that made him have a spring dream for no reason.

When he went to the table and sat down, Yan Zhenbang was reading the newspaper. Yan Siyuan called him low. Seeing his father's jaw slightly, he also took a newspaper and read it.

Zhang Yuan helped to come out with breakfast, looked at the almost synchronous picture of the two father and son, reluctantly shook her head, walked over and put away their newspapers, and said angrily, "what newspaper do you read after breakfast?"

The two father and son had breakfast in silence. Zhang Yuan knocked on the table at Yan Siyuan. "Remember to send breakfast to Chu Qing. Where can people eat those dishes in the hospital?"

Yan Si twisted his eyebrows impatiently and answered the word "en" concisely.

Yan Zhenbang paused with his chopsticks, looked at Yan Siyuan and asked faintly, "how's Chu Qing's body?"

Yan Siyuan took an unexpected look at his father. He didn't expect him to ask about this kind of thing, but he nodded and said, "there's a concussion. I have to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days."

Yan Zhenbang answered faintly. In a flash, he seemed to think of something. He asked unintentionally, "I remember Yan'er seems to be living in the hospital?"