Mature Man's Sweet Love

Looking at his back, Su fan's heart, always can't help the pain, but she, how long can she persist? Shaorui snow pain, pain after found the healing person, then she? Pain, the wound also have to lick it!

When Sufan passed by his window, Huo Shuqing just turned around, but didn't see her.

Now, he's on the phone at home.

Her mother said that she was not feeling very well recently, as was her father Huo tingkai.

"We don't know how many years we can live. Do you really want us to go down without seeing our grandson?" Mother seldom mentioned it directly. Maybe she was stimulated by something these days. Otherwise, seeing sun man the day before yesterday would come back to Huo Shuqing's mind.

Just like him and sun man, what else do you talk about children?

"Now that you've settled down, don't you really think about it?" Said the mother.

"Mom, I've been very busy at work recently," Huo Shuqing said.

But his mother interrupted him.

"Qing'er, do you two have any problems?" Mother's voice dropped.

"Mom, no --" Huo Shuqing denied.

No matter how he and sun man are, he doesn't want his parents to worry about them.

"Listen to me, I heard that there are many people who can't give birth now. You two haven't heard from each other for so many years - we were too embarrassed to mention this to you before, but after two years, you will be 40 and sun man will be almost there. If you don't go to have a look, if you drag on, you just can't cure the disease." Said the mother.

Huo Shuqing was stunned. Did his mother think that they had no children because of their health?

"Qing'er, tell mom the truth, have you two checked it? Do you have a problem, or does she? " Asked the mother.

"Mom, I have my own discretion in this matter. Don't worry about it." Huo Shuqing said.

"Be careful, you know how to prevaricate me! Do you want to watch me and your dad close their eyes until they die? " Said the mother.

My father is over 70 years old and my mother is nearly 70 years old. Who knows if I can have tomorrow night after tonight? But, to say the least, how many people can know whether they can see the world tomorrow?

Huo Shuqing sighed deeply and said, "Mom, I'll discuss with sun man - Oh, mom, I have something to do now. I'll call you later."

With that, Huo Shuqing hung up, sat on the Chinese sofa and closed his eyes.

He has not been in the mood to talk about it with sun man for a long time. However, when his parents are old, he always gives them an account. The question is, what should he say?

His mother thought that he and sun man had no children because of physical problems, but how did they know that his marriage with sun man was so cold? With no desire for bed, even if you are healthy, where can you get a child? What's more, sun man doesn't have a mother like that. How can he be willing to give birth? Now, he can't imagine how terrible it would be for him and sun man to have a child!

At this time, there was a clear knock on the door.

"Come in --" he said, but without raising his eyelids.

It's not others who knock on the door, it's Sufan.

She watched him hang up the phone and sit on the sofa. Then she summoned up the courage to knock on the door.

There's one thing she wants to find out. It's very important.

At this moment, the Shao family have lunch break, the whole yard she and Huo Shuqing did not sleep, no one should find her to find him.

She pushed open the door and went in. She went to the sofa. Seeing that he didn't open his eyes, she thought he was very tired, so she said, "you have a rest first. I won't disturb you."

Hearing her voice, he opened his eyes, but saw that she had turned to leave.

The white figure on his head has already lost the flower he inserted.

"Wait a minute," he said.

Sufan stops and turns to look at her.

"Come here -" he said, looking at her.

She didn't want to be submissive.

"I have one thing --" she said.

"Come and talk!" He held out his hand as before.

Su fan nibbles at the corner of his lip and goes over, but just like in the past, he pulls him to sit on his leg.

But today, she was afraid, or she didn't want to. She pushed him away and stood up.

Huo Shuqing looked at her in surprise.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

Her hands, uneasily interlaced in front of her body.

Perhaps his mother's phone call just upset him, or he was upset by the thought of his marriage with sun man. At this time, Huo Shuqing obviously lost his past patience and said, "is there something wrong? Say it

His tone, no intimacy, Sufan heard it.

She was still standing in front of him.

"You, you have a wife, don't you?" She said.He was a little impatient, and said: "I am so old, can I still be single?"

Not only is he impatient, he is not happy, why does she still struggle with this problem? Does he have a wife? What does it have to do with them? But she, today, has been because of this matter to his face, as if he owed her eight million in case. No matter how much he dotes on her, he can't stand her being left out for such a long time. And now, he thought she would be as obedient as in the past to stay by his side with him, but he asked such a silly question!

"Since, since you have a wife, why do you still have to --" after all, she has no confidence to confront him head-on, especially his eyes. If she just looks at them, she will have no confidence.

Huo Shuqing stood up and walked towards her step by step.

"Why should I be with you, right?" He asked, but in his eyes was her strange look, strange cold look.

Su fan's heart trembled uneasily and nodded.

With a complicated smile in his mouth, he took her by the hand and went all the way to the dressing room, standing in front of the wide mirror.

"That's why he held her from behind, one hand holding her wrist, the other hand swimming in her face, fingertips slowly sliding from her face to her shoulders.

She felt itchy and trembled. He laughed silently.

"No matter how many times we do it, you are so sensitive, Sufan. I like it," he said, wrapping the tip of his tongue around her earlobe.

"Well --" she snorted and looked up, but she didn't know that he was lifting his hand to untie the thin band around his neck.

The upper part of the skirt suddenly fell down, and a half fruit of her body appeared in the mirror. She rushed to find the belt, and at this time, the only shelter of the upper part of her body also fell to her feet.

There was no time to find the tape, so she raised her hand to block her chest.

Although this body has been touched by him many times, she still dare not look at herself like this in the mirror.

However, before her hand reached her chest, he took the lead. One hand directly covered her soft and not very plump, squeezed them together and rubbed them with no emotion.

"No -" she pleaded low.

"I want it, Sufan!" He said, the other hand lifted her long hair on her shoulder, revealing one side of her shoulder, and his hot lips stuck to it, gnawing.

"Please, don't --" she was afraid. She was afraid that someone would come in.

"Don't you want to know why I am still with you when I have a wife?" He said, kissing her.

"Why Her voice is no longer coherent.

"Because --" he said, holding up her skirt with one hand --

she had foreseen what would happen next. Heaven, don't --

out of the window, it was the sound of cicadas in the middle of the day. She couldn't, couldn't be here with him.

He forced himself in and pressed her against the glass mirror.

Mellow and plump, squeezed out of shape by the glass mirror, the man behind her didn't want to let her go at all.

Her body, with his movements and constantly rhythm.

This is not the result she wanted. She came to him, not, not to do it, not -

"because, Sufan, look now -" he pulled up her body, one hand stuck in her waist, the other hand raised her face, forcing her to stare in the mirror.

In the mirror, her long hair is dazzled, her eyes are misty, her cheeks are scarlet, and her chest is full, shaking with the movement of the man behind her.

No, it's not her. It's not her. How could she be like this?

"Look at you, Sufan, such a beautiful girl, do you think I will let go? "Ah?" He lowered his head and put his face to her. "I like you, Sufan. Do you know why? Because only you, only you make me what I am now, only you can do it, and only I can get you like this! "

"But you're married --" she said.

He jerked forward as if to punish her for saying this.

"Yes," she cried.

"Do you want to ask again?" He asked in a dumb voice, with his head down and her earlobe in his hand.

She cried.

She hated herself like this. Why did she always submit to him?

She is really stupid, stupid to ask him such a question, he has a wife, but also with her, so obvious reality, she does not understand?

No more, no more!

She closed her eyes, hands powerless on the mirror, waiting for him to vent, but today, he seems not willing to end here, in her tears, pulled away from her body.

The sudden emptiness woke her up and looked in the mirror. It turned out that he had disappeared.

Is that the end?

However, a moment later, he came in again, picked her up and went straight to the ancient bed.Looking over the screen, she looked at the window and found that it had been closed. Presumably, he just went to close the window! After all, it's bad for his reputation to have a relationship with his subordinates in broad daylight in such a place.

She is his lover. When he needs her, she exists. Such she, cannot obtain his love, cannot, cannot obtain his future!