His Long Love

"Don't think about it. Ji Wanzhou put yourself on this road, which is for everyone to play with. Don't be afraid that your brother will love you." The drunkard pressed Qingge on the edge of the swimming pool. Her fat figure rubbed on her body, and the breath of wine in his mouth would be printed on Qingge's face.

"Touch"

the drunken man who was just making trouble was thrown out by Ji Wanzhou with one hand. I fell on the edge of the swimming pool and didn't get up for half a day.

Around a cadre of people, see Ji Dashao, a moment all sober up, drag each other feeling walk out of this right and wrong place.

In a few minutes, all the people who could walk at this time left Lucy.

Lucy came to pick up a cigarette and lit it. She took the boat out of her mouth and stuffed it into her mouth.

Then he looked at Meng Qingge provocatively.

With some pity on her face, "sister, it doesn't matter. I'll get used to it later."

Season evening boat impatiently threw the cigarette in the hand, "how she does and you have nothing to do with it."

Lucy is not angry but laughs. Her perfect figure is wrapped in a swimsuit. She looks like a mermaid just out of the water. She is pitiful. There is no doubt that Lucy is strong in this respect, she does not refuse to love, and even very much wants the season boat.

The distance between them was very close. Lucy reached out and stroked Ji Wanzhou's chest muscles. She went down all the way. She was not happy and dissatisfied. She didn't know how many times she did.

Meng Qingge looked at the scene of two people looking at each other, and suddenly recalled the words of the double before, which was also the content revealed by Ji Wanzhou after drinking too much. Is this the mission in the legend.

"That's why you invited us here?" Season evening boat impatiently pushed away this woman, the face cold seems to be able to fall frost.

"You seem to care about her. That beautiful little actor is really pleasing." Lucy didn't mind too much. She laughed, instead, she talked about Meng Qingge.

"It's none of your business." Ji Wanzhou was not a good person to provoke. Now Lucy has touched the bottom line of his heart. Ji Wanzhou doesn't want to let Qingge get hurt again.

In order to reduce this flaw, he didn't even look at Meng Qingge. Of course, he knew how vulnerable this sentimental little thing was. Even for his words, he would think about it.

"Ha ha, goodbye. I'm waiting for you. " Lucy looked at Meng Qingge's helpless eyes and gently printed her red lips on Ji Wanzhou's body. She left with a proud smile on her face.

By this time, it was almost midnight.

Ji Wanzhou takes Meng Qingge home.

Meng Qingge didn't believe it. She just wanted to run away and find Wang Meilin. Before he called, she was stopped by Ji Wanzhou.

"I have nothing to do with him." Ji Wanzhou couldn't explain. He didn't know why he wanted to explain. This woman should have listened to him and went home step by step. She would not have done so much and would not have been caught by Lucy.

"I have known my position for a long time. You don't have to hide it. Thank you for your tolerance during this period. I really should go." When Meng Qingge talks, he is very calm. But out of the tone, he was shaking all over the body, "these days are very happy, I won't occupy you, you go to him for reunion."

Unconsciously, she was already inseparable from this person.

"What are you talking about? Who told you that. " Ji Wanzhou, listening to her talk, feels more and more wrong. But inexplicably, the little wife still wants to occupy herself. It's interesting.

Meng Qingge said to himself, completely ignored him. Ji Wanzhou just at the edge of the swimming pool, the anger aroused again has the trend of resurgence. Regardless of Meng Qingge's struggle, he overwhelms people on the sofa.

Now he just wants to block his mouth so that he can't say anything that hurts others or himself.

"Your love for me is all fake. It's true." Meng Qingge almost cried out, tears kept turning in her eyes, she held her head high, not to let the weak tears stay.

The next action of Ji Wanzhou is to stop, and the position of the card is very uncomfortable. But it couldn't go on anyway. To say that love for her is false?

Ji Wanzhou fell on the door and went out.

On the way, he remembered the unusual points between these things. He always felt that some places had been ignored by himself. It's really cool to drive on the road. At this time, Ji Da Shao, who has already lost his breath, doesn't care how much he will be fined by the traffic police.

In the early morning, he saw a sweet shop just opened, misty dessert.

It opened so early.

Ji Wanzhou looked at the open shop door and went in.

In jijiawu, Meng Qingge has completely lost her fighting spirit. Although her intuition is untrustworthy, she still can't control her own random guess.

She couldn't go out, because Laohei was bound to be left by this man, watching her let him walk freely. Since I have long wanted to regard myself as a plaything around me, why give her so much hope.Let him can not help but close, can not help but indulge in the body of the season evening boat.

The sound of pushing the door at the porch, Ji Wanzhou came back.

"Come and have some?" Ji Wanzhou shakes the bag in her hand. The package is her familiar appearance. She doesn't turn on the light. The light is very dark and can't see clearly. At the same time, I can't see the expression on my face.

Meng Qingge saw clearly at this time that he had the package of misty sweets in his hand earlier tonight. After opening it, he was his favorite strawberry mousse.

Just received back tears immediately filled Meng Qingge's eyes, she can't help, a drop two drops, drop in front of the tea table.

Ji Wanzhou looked at the thin man, biting his teeth and not crying, expressing his last stubbornness. Ji Wanzhou only felt that the pain in his heart was not good, and it was almost broken.

"Don't cry, I've always been by your side. Ji Wanzhou heart sour, astringent, reached out to embrace his little wife.

Meng Qingge this time did not struggle, she obediently returned to that she cherished the embrace, absorbed that little warmth.

Two people cuddle up to each other, on this narrow sofa, no one means to leave first, until the sun rises completely.

Meng Qingge has been completely asleep, with mousse residue on his mouth. The tear mark on the small face is still clearly hanging on it, delicate and pitiful.

Ji Wanzhou holds Meng Qingge in her arms, and gently kisses her eyebrows. Regardless of the rising sun outside, she murmurs, "good night, my little wife."