His Burning Thirst for Her

Ning Huan looked down at the suit in front of him. He didn't dare to say anything.

Where can I wash high-grade custom clothes.

Shen Shiyuan estimates that he will not wear it once or twice. He has plenty of money. For him, a coat of tens of thousands of yuan is the same as a few yuan in Ninghuan's eyes. He is not bad at that.

But better than better.

Her house is still bought by mortgage and installment, and the prize money for the performances in these years is only more than 300000 yuan. In addition to the so-called living expenses given to her by Ningzhong every year, she has no more than one million yuan in her account.

The land of a city is an inch of gold, the house of bicuiyuan is more than 20000 square meters, her house is 80 square meters, and the down payment is less than 500000.

Now she has just graduated and joined the dance troupe for less than half a year. Her salary is ten thousand yuan a month. After she provides the house every month, she only has more than two thousand, more than two thousand. If she saves it in one year, it will be more than twenty thousand and thirty thousand.

And her grandmother's illness, if one day rather severe, she will be more embarrassed.

Shen Shiyuan's dress is her salary for nearly half a year.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped.

Shen Shiyuan got out of the car and looked at her.

Ning Huan quickly got out of the car with his clothes and followed him into the elevator.

Shen Shiyuan pressed the top floor directly, and there were only two of them in the independent elevator. Ning Huan stood aside, his eyes falling on the frozen egg white in his hair, and his mood was a little complicated.

Shen Shiyuan stood there, his whole body was angry. Ning Huan took back his sight and tried to reduce his sense of existence.

Fortunately, soon the elevator door opened.

This time, Ning Huan didn't wait for him to move, so he took the initiative to follow him out.

Shen Shiyuan's house style is almost the same. The cold European style of black and white is very simple as soon as he goes in. Even now it's only September, Ning Huan feels a little shady.

Shen Shiyuan went directly into the master bedroom. Ning Huan was still standing alone in the porch, holding his clothes and not knowing what to do.

After standing for a few minutes, she guessed that Shen Shiyuan should have taken a bath, so she had to sit down on the sofa.

Ning Huan has been practicing ballet since she was four years old. It has been 18 years now. When she is still, she has a kind of temperament all over her body. It's like sitting on the sofa, her back is straight, and her legs under her black jeans are slender and slender by the high heels.

I don't know how long it's been. It's getting dark outside. Ning Huan hears the sound of opening the door.

She subconsciously stood up, hugged her clothes, pursed her lips and looked at him: "three little, I should go back."

Shen Shiyuan didn't answer her. His eyes fell on the clothes she held on her chest. He raised his eyebrows slightly and walked up to her: "how much do you like me --"

he said, deliberately stuck here.

Ning Huan on his line of sight, the smile inside the black eyes let her cheek hot. She wanted to step back, but he held her back first.

"My clothes."

She has been practicing ballet for more than ten years. It's nothing to split her waist. Her waist is as soft as water. When his hand is buckled, she bends back 45 degrees.

They were so close that she could clearly smell the fragrance of his bath gel, which she had never smelled before.

His face was getting closer and closer, and the tips of their noses were almost touching each other. I saw the thin lips of the man pressing down on her cherry red lips