I love you, Mr.Commander

"I didn't move."

The bowl that can be washed in ten minutes. They were stunned and washed it for half an hour. Lin Qing came out of the kitchen with a sore back. The man was too high. He pressed down and delivered all his weight to her fragile back. He turned back and glanced coldly. He was relaxed and comfortable.

Approaching the sofa, I found that both of them were sitting there. Orange ran down the stairs with a strange thing in his hand.

Lin Qing found the switch and pressed it. The sudden light made the two people on the sofa uncomfortable. Ren Jiao didn't see the look of the man opposite. She got up while talking: "I'll go up first."

Lin Qing took her, turned her back to Dai Ze and winked at Ren Jiao: "talk with us for a while. Orange also likes to be with you."

Ren Jiao was dragged back to the sofa by orange.

The things in orange's hand were taken away by Mu Li. He put them in his hand and turned around. He pulled Lin Qing down and hugged her waist and took them over: "here, I bought them specially, which can be used."

As if angry, but also a touch of doting.

Lin Qing didn't immediately show what he was holding and looked over the man's shoulder at Dai Ze: "let's see a movie?"

Daze caught her eye: "what are you looking at?"

"A film I just bought today." Lin Qing waved the things in his hand. Then he saw that he was putting the disc. He thought he was prepared. Dai Ze didn't think deeply and nodded.

"OK, I'll be ready."

Before long, Lin Qing understood what the so-called preparation meant. The LCD screen is replaced by projection. The huge wide screen imitates the cinema effect. There are surround stereos hanging on both sides. The ceiling light is turned off, the screen is turned on, and the jumping picture makes people completely put themselves in the cinema.

In Changsha in front of the screen, there was a row.

Mu Li sits on the left with Lin Qing in his arms, and orange lies on Lin Qing's legs. He still doesn't forget to pull Ren Jiao. Dai Ze sits on the right side with some distance between him and Ren Jiao. From the back, the light projected by the screen shines compact or alienated heads.

Different forms and different moods. Fortunately, Lin Qing specially selected a relaxed comedy film, and soon several people entered the play. Mu Li couldn't help taking advantage of her. Some cool palms fanned the flames around her waist and would drill in along the waist line.

Watching the movie was dishonest. Lin Qing patted off his hand and was about to stare at him. Her chin was tightly clenched by the man's slender fingers. She heard a very shallow smile in her ears, and her chin was deflected by the force. The flashing screen light alternates between light and dark. The man grabs the opportunity, lowers his head and accurately finds her lip flap.

The lip liner was repeatedly depicted, and the air was hot and dry. Lin Qing resisted a few times. He was afraid that his voice would be heard by the side, so he had to accept it obediently. Feeling deep, she still couldn't help humming, and the man felt her cheeks turn crimson.

Fortunately, the film is not based on the plot. Missing a section does not affect watching, but Lin Qing has to guard against the men around him from time to time and can't concentrate.

Ren Jiao didn't seem to be affected at all. She occasionally smiled with the picture and didn't pay attention to the occasional abnormalities here.

At first, orange was lying in Lin Qing's arms, and somehow ran behind to pester Ren Jiao. When the film was over, Dai Ze was protecting orange who was about to fall asleep.

Dai Ze looked at the time. It was nearly 12 o'clock. It was late. Orange eyelids couldn't open, but the little guy didn't know how to hold on today. He just didn't sleep. He didn't eat when playing with an orange in his hand. He yawned all the time.

Dai Ze patted the orange on the back and put the orange back on the tea table. Before the light was turned on after the film, his eyes had adapted to the darkness. He picked up the orange and turned over there. He could only see the outline of two overlapping lines. His heart was tightly pulled: "I'll take the orange upstairs to have a rest."

In the dark, I don't know who's hand reached him. His slender fingers and cool fingertips were with a faint aroma when they approached. Dai Ze's eyes flashed, his wrists were buckled and dragged back. He staggered and poured into the sofa.

Almost at the same time, the orange in his arms was carried away by the other hand. He groaned when he felt the orange holding the man's neck.

At this time, the screen went dark, and the rolling subtitles flashed quickly in the fundus of his eyes. He was a little confused and noticed something wrong. The surrounding things seemed to be pressed fast forward, which made him anxious. Then he heard someone pick up the remote control, who could still press the on key accurately in the dark.

For a moment, the room was dark and silent.

Everyone held their breath. Dai Ze's wrist was still tightly fastened. He broke free without too much force. His hand trembled gently and didn't let go under hesitation.

The carpet under his feet perfectly absorbed the sound of walking, and there was a rustle in his ears. When he distinguished, he was suddenly silent, which made him think he had an illusion.

"What are you doing?" Dai Ze didn't think those people would play a prank, frowned tightly, and no one responded. The slight sound of walking sounded again. He simply held the hand back and went to the front of his body. In the dark, it seemed as if a pair of crystal eyes could not hide, and a little surprise and tension ran into his eyes.

Daze was shocked.

"You..."

The man still didn't speak.

There is no doubt that Lin Qing is Ren Jiao. However, it is this possible choice that makes him begin to waver. He knows it's impossible, but he still takes chances. Maybe he can let the next thing happen naturally, and then it comes down to admitting his mistake.

The last defense line at the bottom of my heart is close to collapse. They must be very close, and the light breath of a woman blows through my heart. His fingertips were no longer cold, and the heat of his blood was about to break a thin layer of skin.

He moved, grabbed the woman's chin, put one hand on her shoulder, and turned back to press her against the back of the sand chair.

The beating of his heart suddenly accelerated. He smelled the fragrance of women's hair. It was a brand of shampoo. He hadn't used it, but he was familiar with it. The body he pressed began to stiffen a little. From beginning to end, he didn't seem to intend to resist. He pressed down and only integrated the outline of darkness into his eyes.

Time solidified at this moment. There seemed to be a sound of footsteps standing by the tea table. A heavy object was carefully placed. One person swept away the scattered items on the tea table and one person put it gently. When bending, his back arched a beautiful curve.

The people next to him seemed to have a frozen look, his breath was suddenly low, and his big palm was about to probe into his thin waist. The bent body straightened quickly and pushed the hand away unhappily. It seemed that someone's foot was severely trampled on the carpet.

The trampled man was not angry, but raised his lips.

Time is approaching the zero point. Now there is only the last step, but they can't ignite it openly. Someone must attract kaidaize's attention.

Dai Ze felt that the people under him suddenly put out their arms, some stagnant, some hesitant, some astringent and uneasy on his shoulder. His slender arm pulled his head down, and with feeling, the people under him put their lips close to him.

When their lips touched each other, they both trembled.

Thin, cold and astringent, but it seems to break through desire.

The gradually rapid breathing staggered at the moment. The woman's initiative was undoubtedly a fatal temptation. He closed his eyes as if he wanted to keep all the pain and torture out of his body.

I don't know who made a faint noise. The woman under her pushed Dai Ze away. After quickly escaping, the woman wiped off the traces on her lips, covered her mouth and recovered her mood in the shortest time. She didn't even dare to breathe and face daze when she knew the truth.

However, there are not many such reasons to hate her between them.

At the same time, Dai zeran opened his eyes. There was a loud noise in his ear. It was champagne that blew open the cork. The shaking image in front of him made him open his eyes incredulously.

There are only a few incredible in his life.

"Happy birthday."

The clock on the wall swung and the candle lit his eyes.

Three big and one small figures beside the tea table, in the warm room, beside the shaking light and shadow, everyone's lips raise an arc.

The Yellow candlelight wrapped Dai Ze's shoulders and dyed his whole body in a thin luster. The eyes seem to be covered with white fog, chaos and confusion, and the brain can't think.

He could not imagine that when he opened his eyes, he was ready to meet the darkness, but what he saw was a shining light.

Lin Qing was hugged by Mu Li and took a step forward: "happy birthday, Dai Ze."

Mu Li hummed and agreed.

Ren Jiao takes out the previously prepared gift, hesitates and takes it back. Orange has sharp eyes and runs to Dai Ze after grabbing it. He lay on the man's legs and put his hands on his small chin: "Uncle Dai, look, aunt sent you a god horse."

Dai Ze raised his eyes and didn't open the gift, but he didn't refuse it.

Lin Qing pulled the orange aside: "the gift is to go back and see it again. Orange doesn't make people angry."

The little guy's black and shining eyes are bright. Where are there signs of sleepiness.

"Make a wish soon. Orange wants to help blow out the candles."

The cake is filled with colored candles. There are countless candles. The cake shop originally wanted to give the one with numbers, which was convenient and intuitive, but Lin Qing said it was meaningful to put it one by one.

As a result, they could hardly light the candles just now.

Mu Lijun's face was slightly heavy, and he was already thinking about how to wipe her dry when waiting for his birthday.

Daze whispered a word as he lowered his eyes. Then he took the orange and blew out the candle together.

The light enters the room, the champagne enters the glass, and a few people touch it and drink the toast. Dai Ze cut the cake according to the instructions of orange. Because it was midnight, everyone only divided a small piece to show it. When he dropped the knife, Dai Ze saw the birthday wishes written in his name on the cake.

Orange became a flower cat. Mu Li didn't like sweet and greasy food, but he was forced to sip by Lin Qing.

"Delicious." Lin Qing wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth. The man simply pinched her chin and handed her all the cream in his mouth.

Lin Qing blushed. Fortunately, no one noticed them at this time.

Dai Ze poured another glass of champagne. He played with the glass and stared at Ren Jiao between his fingers. Just now he was so surprised that he lost his way. When he woke up, he would naturally think of the astringent kiss not long ago.

There is no doubt that he knows who kissed.

Ren Jiao's whole body seemed to have been chiseled countless holes. She didn't want to eat any more. She pleaded that she was too sleepy and went upstairs.

Mu Li saw that the time was almost up. Before Lin Qing said a word to Dai Ze, he picked her up. Orange jumped on the man's legs. He fished and one on each shoulder.

"You put me down." Lin Qing shook his legs, "I can walk by myself."

"Not sleepy yet?" Mu Li took a heavy pat on her leg. "Since you're not sleepy, don't shout to sleep for a while."

Damn it, does he just say it in front of others?