Thorny First Marriage

Sang Qi was like calling a dog again. I ran to him and stood in front of him. He suddenly reached out and touched my head. I almost put my hand in his palm and spat out my tongue at him.

He reached out and touched my head. I thought he would hold me or kiss me, but he didn't do anything. He just looked at me quietly.

Finally he said, "why, don't you have anything to tell me?"

"And you?" Sang Qi looked at him: "are you going to run by yourself?"

I'm really seriously thinking about it. Cai Bajin looked back and said, "Mr. sang, I only bought your ticket. It's too late to add more positions."

"Come with me, then."

"I'd better go then."

"Yes, it's important."

"Is it important?" I asked him.

He was close to my ear and said, "what can I do? I don't want to go."

Sang Qi's big palm was on my back waist. I knew that he was very patient and didn't put it into my clothes.

Who let him take a car with us, the sweet talk between lovers is like this.

I put my arms around his neck and gave him my kiss. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of CAI Bajin, who was sitting in the co pilot's seat. He obviously shook.

He said with a smile, "good numbness."

I said with a smile, "you are the best doctor in the world. How about numbness?"

"But it doesn't matter," he said

I raised my head from his arms, also holding his face: "there is a numb words I don't know when to say or not."

"I can get the best doctors in the world."

"You're not a doctor."

"If it's broken, I'll connect it for you."

I whispered in his arms, "my ribs are going to break."

He held me in his arms again, and the bone he held me was about to break.

I nodded, and then I nodded again.

I couldn't help laughing. He held up my face and solemnly said to me, "no matter what the reason is or what the reason is, you are not allowed to leave me again."

He suddenly bit me gently, a little tingling, more itching.

I shrunk in his arms and felt his lips fall on my head, on my earlobe, even in my neck.

I won't think a word more about the past, such as yesterday's death.

All sorts of emotions tore at me ambitiously.

Sweet, crazy, entangled

So I was dragged into the car by him, hiding in his warm arms: he hugged me with a force that choked me.

I struggled out of his arms, his eyes bright, suddenly took my hand: "take me to the airport."

I heard it, but sang Qi didn't seem to hear it. He was still kissing me attentively, as if he was doing the most important thing in the world.

I don't know how long he has been kissing me, but I vaguely heard Cai Bajin urging: "Mr. sang, the plane is going to be late."

Does it also mean that sangqi is willing to throw away all the past?

I know that his kiss is different from any of the previous kisses, no vent, no resentment.

His kiss was intense and fanatical. It didn't give me a chance to think at all.

But sang Qi didn't give me a chance at all. He had already held my face and kissed me.

I'm still trying to tell whether he said it was true or not, or literally.

His eyes are full of neon, colorful, make me dizzying.

I looked up in amazement and disbelief to see his eyes.

He said, "yes, we can go back to the past, but," his low voice blurred in my ear: "remember, don't make me sad any more..."

He held me for a long time, I couldn't breathe, he buried his face in my hair, I heard his voice very low, but very clear in my ears.

His arms are steady and warm. The most important thing is that I feel a sense of familiarity. I haven't felt that kind of familiarity in the past for a long time.

I wanted to grin with him, and suddenly he reached out and pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

At the gate of the residential area, the light is bright and elegant. A few bright words of Xiaozhu are reflected on his face. It's colorful. I can't see any expression on his face clearly. It's really embarrassing.

Sang Qi didn't speak and I understood everything. I turned around and looked at him with a smile and wanted to say excuse me.

A few months ago, he told me that we maintain our current relationship not because of anything else, but because he is too lazy to change, and we can't go back to the past.

Sang Qi has not spoken for a long time. I think the answer should be obvious.

"I wonder, can't we really go back to the past?"

"What do you want?"

"I'm afraid we're too calm now, so insipid that we forget how intense we were before."He asked me, "what are you afraid of?"

He stood behind me, I felt the air flow of his speech sprayed on my back neck, and his voice was very low.

I swallowed my saliva difficultly and said, "Sang Qi, I'm a little scared."

What can I say? What can I say to him now?

I want to turn around, but he said, "don't turn around, just say what you have to say."

How did he come back?

Before I looked back, I heard sang Qi's voice: "I'll give you another chance. If you have anything to say now."

I stood in the dark for a while, slowly turned around, just turned around, suddenly heard the rapid footsteps.

I'm wearing slippers. The night wind makes my heels ache. I'm wrapped in the night.

There were many words that sang Qi couldn't say at that time. Because of running, his heart beat faster, but he quickly returned to normal.

I know in my heart that I can't catch up at all. I can't run fast in slippers, and I'm a sports idiot by nature. Before I run a few steps, I gasp to stop and look at the dark front dejectedly.

I remember that I didn't know what to do before. I followed the car for a few steps.

When the car carrying sang Qi left in front of me, my mind suddenly jumped out of a lot of words.

I was speechless. I licked my lips and watched sang Qi stoop into the car. Then the car started and drove away from me.

Originally, I didn't prepare to say goodbye to him in a thousand words. It's not a farewell. I'll be back in a few days.

He very light very light ground smile: "if have no words, that I left."

After the exhortation, I had nothing to say. I looked at him foolishly.

"Well."

"Smoke less and drink less."

"Well." He answered again.

"Don't forget yourself too much when you work. Pay attention to rest."

"Well." He hummed faintly.

As if there were really no words, I rummaged and said to him, "be careful on the road."

Cai Bajin's face was desperate: "Mr. sang..."

"Find a way to change your ticket to my wife's, and then you come over on the next flight."

Knowing that it was impossible to accomplish the task, Cai Bajin could only readily agree to it. Suddenly, I sympathized with him.