I love you, Mr.Commander

Lin Qing went out before she got up. Before she left, she covered her quilt and leaned over to kiss her on the corner of her forehead.

Lin Qing whispered, and the man put his big palm on her cheek: "I'll go out and some comrades in arms will come back later in the evening."

I don't know if Lin Qing could hear clearly. He rubbed his hand.

Little short legs turned the doorknob and ran on the wooden floor. A small figure just blocked the light outside the window. Lin Qing turned over and heard his son lying in his ear and whispered, "Mommy, do you have a little brother?"

Lin Qing an exciting spirit bounced up from the bed.

"Where's your daddy?" She touched her side. There was no temperature for a long time.

Orange sat on the edge of the bed shaking his two legs and holding a bottle in his hand: "Daddy has gone out long ago and said he won't let me disturb you to sleep."

Lin Qing looked at his son's star eyes and rubbed his small head. This is his father's style.

In the afternoon, there was a rain. The moist air swept away the noise of the city. The rain soaked in cool water fell on the skin, shaking and trembling. It was no longer as hot as early summer.

Lin Qing put the dinner on the table. The blue and white porcelain plate and the marble table complement each other. She rarely took the trouble to cook a braised fish. The orange would hold the bowl with fish.

"Wait until your father comes back." Lin Qing patted his son on the back and took him to wash his hands.

On the way, orange looked up and said, "Mommy, will daddy come back for dinner in the evening?"

Lin Qing remembered that the man called back at noon, as if he didn't have to wait for him to eat.

Only half of a table of dishes went down. Lin Qing was tossed and choked these nights. He was a little sleepy at eight Jiu o'clock. Orange went to bed early. When she came out of the small room, Lin Qing looked up at the time on the wall. It was almost ten o'clock.

The man hasn't come home yet.

She dialed the phone to say that she should pay attention to safety on the road, but the phone never got through. She put down the phone and told herself that this was not unusual as a man.

In the hotel, Mu Li booked a box with a night view. Several comrades in arms haven't seen each other for many years. As soon as they talk, they forget the time. He put his mobile phone into his coat pocket before. At this time, his coat was hung on the hanger in the corner. The atmosphere was warm. He didn't notice the vibration of his mobile phone.

At the end of a meal, it was already past zero when they left the table, and a group of people planned to break up. After drinking a lot of wine, Mu Li was still very sober. When he stepped down the steps, he was hit by someone coming up.

"Sorry, sorry." Obviously, the woman also drank wine. She was drunk at the bottom of her eyes. She bumped Mu Li and quickly bowed her head to apologize.

Mu Li didn't care, waved and walked down.

"Commander mu?" Ear, but suddenly came the woman's surprised call.

This voice is somewhat familiar. Mu Li turns back. His black eyes have been immersed in the night for a long time. The hotel light illuminates his eyes, but it doesn't shine into the bottom of his eyes.

The man seemed to explore, and after a long time, he narrowed his eyes: "is it you?"

Bai Xuan nodded and couldn't control her tears.

"It's really you, not me." Bai Xuan tried her best to restrain her emotions, but blurted out some words, "I thought I'd never see you again."

Mu Li frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. Thinking that she was in a hurry just now, she asked, "Why are you here so late?"

Bai Xuan was wearing a knee length skirt. Because she still carried the skirt corner up the steps, her fingers tightened secretly: "come to see a friend. When she left just now, she left her things in the hotel. Come back and get them."

Mu Li was carrying the night on his shoulder. The humidity condensed after the rain was inhaled into his lungs, and most of the wine strength dissipated. His thin lips seemed to be due to the gentle radian of these words. The man had walked down several steps: "OK, you go."

Without any more greetings, he is leaving now.

Bai Xuan let go of her skirt and leaned forward slightly: "Mu Li!"

"What else?"

Mu Li paused at his feet. When he turned around, his tall body against the night hit the bottom of the woman's heart. She had never called his name, and her cheeks fainted.

Bai Xuan raised her eyes and ran into the man's deep eyes. She couldn't see his face clearly. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by both hands. She still managed her wisdom, but her body impulse couldn't stop.

They were separated by several steps. Bai Xuan took a step and stepped on the empty step. Before she breathed out, her slender waist was held. The man's big palm was calm and only belonged to him. She held her breath. I don't know if she had an illusion. She caught a very deep cold from his black and shining eyes.

"Are you leaving?" Bai Xuan grabbed the man's arm and held it tightly.

Mu Li brushed her hand away. After she stood firm, they separated from each other. They were very close. His ice was too cold to be close.

"Be safe." His voice was a little low after drinking wine, and the words on his thin lips seemed to be frozen.

His attitude towards her was clear from beginning to end.

Bai Xuan clenched her lips. I'm afraid he had already seen through that thought, otherwise he wouldn't never take the initiative to contact. But now it's not easy to meet again. She didn't shake. Her brushed hand held the air conditioner, and her palm sweated because of tension.

Through the wine, her affectionate eyes looked into his eyes, but she couldn't help avoiding them for a moment.

Not everyone dared to look directly into his dark and deep eyes.

"I......" Bai Xuan opened her mouth, and her clenched lips left a row of shallow tooth marks. Her rosy cheeks looked cramped and her heart said, "can you stay with me for a while?"

"Bai Xuan."

Mu Li's eyebrows and eyes are tinged with thin cold, and the frowned eyebrows are like ink in the night. His face was slightly heavy, and the coldness in his eyes frozen her heart inch by inch.

"I know it's too much, but, but." She did not dare to go on. Some words were destined to rot into her stomach all her life, but her retreat could not change any situation, let alone let him look at himself more.

Her body was out of control. Bai Xuan carefully put her slender arm around his strong waist.

Baijiu's body was trembling and her arms were more and more boldly tightened. The strength of her shoulders pushed her away.

"Bai Xuan, what I did was not for this. You should know how to cherish yourself."

Mu Li left this sentence and walked away. Seeing his tall figure disappear to no trace in the field, Bai Xuan couldn't help feeling lost. Some people are doomed to be untouchable, but if they fall in love, they will be willing to put out fire like moths. They will stop only when they are black and blue.

He didn't even notice that she lent her mobile phone to Ling Annan at the bus stop on the seaside highway that day, and she watched him open the door with her own eyes. At that time, she couldn't help shouting his name. She thought it would attract the attention of his friends, but he didn't even look at it.

The man's affectionate feelings had never been felt before, and he knew that he had already loved his wife deeply. But Bai Xuan still kept close to it and left perfume on the man.

There was no dream all night. When she woke up the next day, her body was still sore. Lin Qing was tired and couldn't open her eyes. She hit her arm next to the man's strong chest muscles. She opened her eyes.

Muli didn't wake up yet. When he came back, he drank some wine and was afraid to wake up Lin Qing. He took a shower and went to bed directly. At this time, he lay on his side, half of his handsome face buried in the pillow, and the resolute lines set off the perfect handsome of his facial features.

Lin Qing changed her clothes and got out of bed. She walked very lightly around the end of the bed and picked up the clothes and trousers that the man had left on the carpet. She didn't know where the car key fell out. She shook and looked through each pocket again.

The neckline hanging from the shirt on her arm shows a woman's perfume. It's very light. If you don't distinguish it carefully, it will be covered by wine.

Lin Qing tugged at the corners of his clothes, as if his heart had been hit hard by something.

She suddenly remembered that men always pestered her to have a son during this time. Lin Qingqi was puzzled at the beginning. Does it mean that having a son is born? And he loves tossing so much that when she is pregnant, she can only see and can't eat for a few months?

Now, smelling this perfume, Lin Qing couldn't restrain her from getting sour. She believed him, trusted him, and really smelt other people's scent on his clothes.

No woman wants her man to be approached by other women. In particular, she still leaves such ambiguous evidence of love.

Lin Qing threw some clothes into the washing machine, put in the washing liquid and went back to the bedroom.

Mu Li got up when he heard the news. Just entering the bathroom, the bathroom door was open, and the electric sound of a razor came out. Lin Qing went in with her heel.

In the mirror, the woman's slender arm is on the back ring of herself, and her fingers are clasped in his strong abdominal muscles.

"You came back so late yesterday."

She rarely took the initiative. Mu Li unexpectedly raised her eyebrows and kept moving in her hand: "well, I drank late with some comrades in arms."

Lin Qing put his face on his back ridge and rubbed stiffly: "what time did you come back?"

The man didn't want her to worry. He folded over and rubbed her head: "it's not twelve o'clock."

Lin Qing let go and asked him to wash, handed the towel on the shelf and stared at the man in the mirror for a long time.

Seeing that she had never been so focused, Mu Li couldn't help laughing. His wet fingers picked up her chin. He put his handsome face close, and his thin lips almost touched her lips: "what do you think? I'm so fascinated."

Such a frivolous action made Lin Qing have a long lost palpitation. She suddenly looked up at Mu Li's line of sight, slightly raised her head, hit the tip of her nose, and hit the bottom of his heart: "don't you say you feel most in the morning, do you want it now? Do you want to do it? "

Mu Li was a little stunned when he heard the speech. He thought he had heard wrong. He pinched her chin with his fingers and said, "what are you talking about? Say it again? "

Was she asking?

Lin Qing was so painful that he patted off the man's hand. A pair of clear eyes stared at him and still asked, "don't you want it?"

Mu Li couldn't help laughing. He pressed her shoulders and pressed her into his arms. The cleaned jaw had a faint smell of shaving water: "I don't wear that thing if I want to do it, aren't you afraid I'll toss a son?"

Lin Qing bites her lips. Why isn't she afraid? It can be seen that the man has pulled over her body and washed her face carefully, which means nothing to do.

Why not?

Lin Qing is a little absent-minded. If she had been put in the first two days, the man would have to toss her around. It's called morning exercise, but what's the matter today?

At the bottom of her heart, an idea that couldn't be thrown away was killing her reason.