Dad, please let me push alone!

It just so happened that Chu Yuanqing met all the requirements, and she didn't need to make extra carvings, she was already the highest muse, the most perfect art, and the most beloved god in Tang Liuli's heart.

So, possess her, control her, enjoy her, destroy her...

Tang Liuli's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she noticed nausea and nausea with a confused expression, and even wanted to vomit, as if someone in her heart was resisting the disgust, saying that it shouldn't be like this.

But the memory flashed back in a trance, the burning castle in the dusk, hanging upside down like an upside-down cross until the head was congested, and the mother who died of a burst blood vessel was looking at this side and smiling.

As a result, the emotional vortex that did not belong to her swelled wildly, drowning and swallowing the real voice deep in her heart.

The girl's emerald green pupils were out of focus, and her frowning brows were smoothed away. She was like a mechanical puppet, showing a cute and pure smile with a precise smile. There was an inexplicable sense of disobedience with a fake face. She turned her head and asked:

"Xiaoqing, do you like being kissed very much?"

Just when Chu Yuanqing wanted to refute that it was not true, Tang Liuli took off her thin blouse and choked the answer in her throat.

The child went upstairs and took a shower in the bathroom. The existence of this blouse was no different from pajamas. After taking it off, only the pure white lace lingerie remained inside.

This active idol trainee, bathed in the skylight outside the window, makes her skin fair and healthy. Her exquisite curves are youthful and beautiful, just like the exquisite sculptures of ancient Greece. The emerald green pupils are pure and clean, and the overall contrast is incredible. Beautiful words.

Tang Liuli's back was straight. Different from the state of social fear, she was exuding the charm that this body should have. However, her attitude was particularly frank, as if she was alone in the room. If she felt hot, she would take off her clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower. .

It couldn't be more normal.

Chu Yuanqing's eyes were dazed, but because the other party's behavior was too reasonable, he began to wonder if girls get along like this.

And this hesitation lasted until Tang Liuli hooked her fingers on the hem of the skirt, completely unable to hold back.

No, no matter what happens, there will be big problems.

Chu Yuanqing hurriedly grabbed the other party's wrist, and immediately averted her eyes. The scene of preventing crime came into view. She said in a discussing tone:

"Does Liuli feel hot? If the air conditioner in the room is broken, we can sit down there without taking off our clothes."

Tang Liuli turned her head to look back, and the palm that originally lifted the hem of the skirt actually grasped the hand that Chu Yuanqing voluntarily extended, and just like that, she tugged on the other party, and she fell on the soft bed.

The girl's body fluctuated with the elasticity of the mattress, and her long legs swayed and swayed. Looking at Chu Yuanqing who was forced to support herself, she blinked her ignorant eyes and said:

"I'm not hot, I just want to learn something better with Xiaoqing than before."

"Xiaoqing won't let me continue, because she likes to come in skirts?"

Chu Yuanqing was shocked, what kind of bullshit is he who likes to wear skirts.

No, this kid is getting more and more wrong.

Chu Yuanqing blamed himself habitually.

Well, she was quite reasonable in her accusation this time.

If it weren't for her goddess-like appearance and charisma that spread many virtues, no matter how abnormal Tang Liuli was, her previous pranks were the limit and she would never have collapsed to this extent.

Chu Yuanqing didn't mean to condone, not to mention that she didn't want to commit a crime, and she didn't have any inclination towards Tang Liuli. According to the current situation, even if she satisfied the other party, her personality would only deteriorate further.

She said seriously:

"Liuli, we are trainees, and we have rules and obligations we must strictly follow."

Tang Liuli thought for a while and replied:

"But in the rules of the program group and the definition of fans, even if they debut in a group in the future, there is no rule that you can't be like this with your teammates. It's better to say that everyone likes to watch Lily's business. The digestion in the team is completely happy."

Can you do this with your teammates?Like to watch Lily do business?Fans accept the digestion in the team?

What a mess these are!Is the internet so weird now?

Chu Yuanqing was a little shocked, and at the same time was dumb, not knowing how to refute these fallacies, she decided to get serious, and simply used physical means to knock the child back into the state of social terror of a paper tiger.

And unfortunately,

Tang Liuli was more decisive, she made a move first, hugged Chu Yuanqing's slender waist, turned over and pressed him under him.

Chu Yuanqing was a little flustered, and she realized that she had just run away from the curse, and now her body is so soft and weak, not to mention physically waking the other party up, it would be nice not to be pressed on the bed and beaten.

Bad, she won't commit a passive crime today, right?

Tang Liuli looked dazed, looking at that flawless face, the budding throbbing in her heart suddenly turned into cramping.

The girl heard the voice in her heart again, and the strong contempt, hatred, and disgust for herself all came to her heart. She seemed to be begging, yelling, and crying bitterly, saying don't become like that lunatic, don't become Be like mom.

Chu Yuanqing's white hair is flawless, like ink gradually staining the bed. Her clear golden eyes are so sacred that one can't help but get them dirty. Her lips are as delicate as cherry blossoms and soft, and when kissed, they are clear and fragrant, just like the best. With good white tea.

What a beautiful scene.

If you go deeper and untie the unnecessary obstacles, her inner beauty will definitely be far better than the previous experience.

But inexplicably, "Tang Liuli", who is now thinking chaotically, being manipulated into a marionette by her mother, desire, and dark emotions, understands one thing.

That is, as long as she continues, she will choose to commit suicide after she wakes up.

The real Tang Liuli is stupid and timid, stubborn and kind.

The person she hates most is not her mother, but herself who might become her mother.

What she fears most is not her mother's suicide, but the possibility of hurting others like her own.

The reason Tang Liuli insisted on living was to prove that she would not become like that.

So once this red line is touched, she naturally has no meaning to continue living.

Death will be the only destination.

But... so what?

What dominates Tang Liuli now is her desire for self-destruction buried deep in her heart.

Chu Yuanqing was keenly aware of the abnormality. She immediately forgot about the possibility of being beaten and couldn't help but worry:

"Liuli, wait, listen to me."

"Tang Liuli" didn't speak, just showed a vain smile, as if looking forward to embracing death, she bent down like a light feather falling down...

...

...

At the same time, at an antique record store in Zhelong Town, old songs with a sense of age lingered at the door. With a piece of a cappella harmony, a piece of soothing ballad, a piece of sonorous heavy metal, and a piece of transitional opera, the passion, sadness and direct hit the soul The song is played:

"Mama, just killedaman"

【Mom, I just killed someone】

"Puta gun agains this head"

[I point a gun to his head]

"Pulled my trigger no what's dead"

[Pull the trigger, the gunshot kills]

"Mama, life had just begun"

【Mom, life has just begun】

"But now I've gone and thrown away"

【But now I go away and leave it behind】

Chu Wangshu stopped in this record store, as if attracted by the music, and seemed to be meditating on something. She glanced at the balance of WeChat on her mobile phone, and after confirming the budget, she hesitated and tangled, and murmured to herself:

"I remember there is a record player at home, dad... probably likes this kind of thing?"

Thinking about it carefully, for so many years, she has never known what Chu Yuanqing likes.

Ever since he had the impression, Chu Yuanqing had no life of his own.

He worked to support her, resigned from time to time to take care of her, and was fired from time to time. He hardly had any breathing time, and even a little leisure time could only be used for pleasure.

And unless it is necessary to socialize, Dad does not smell of alcohol or tobacco. He is self-disciplined, reticent and strong, and his back is always straight. Emotions to bring home.

Chu Wangshu pursed her lips, and she tugged at the corner of her skirt.

Because they agreed to meet in an hour, she went back to the base first and changed into casual clothes with a calmer style.

Children of this age are like this, they always hope to be more mature in front of their parents.

This is especially true for sensible children in single-parent families.

Chu Wangshu recalled the past and felt a little regretful. She felt that she should be more considerate of her father. It was she who witnessed the vicissitudes of life in the past, and the handsome and youthful man gradually turned into the lifeless appearance of today.

Even if her father has been bad in every way in recent years, she has to be patient and communicate with him.

Well, Dad must have been working very hard recently, right?

Chu Wangshu thought about it and walked into the record store. At this time, the song on the record player was just in the middle of the song, and a sad hiss echoed, which made her a little emo even more depressed.

— Bismillah.

This is an Islamic prayer, translated to roughly mean, to swear in the name of Allah.

Chu Wangshu cheered up and recited Bismillah silently in her heart. She also swore in the name of Allah that at least during today's meeting, she would never lose her temper with her father or cause any trouble.

5 minutes later,

The girl walked out of the gift bag confidently, and she chose "Spanish Garden Night". This piece uses a combination of piano and symphony orchestra. The style is quite classic impressionism, and there is no lack of romantic taste.

I believe that as long as I give it to my father, let him listen to these more and be influenced by some music, he will slowly discover the beauty in life.

Chu Wangshu is a top student. In her opinion, many people feel that life is boring because they have not accumulated enough aesthetics, so that they cannot dig out the beauty in life.

For example, it is also blue, it can be the foreign Klein blue, or it can be interpreted by the moon white in the ancient style of Daxia.

For example, the same piece of beauty.

What may pop up in the minds of educated people is that the lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is opened to both sides of the face.

Those who have no culture can only be aba aba, thinking that the lotus leaf is quite big and the hibiscus is very beautiful.

And this interest in details is the key to accumulating enthusiasm for life.

Chu Wangshu felt that his father needed it very much.

Well, at least this method is better than asking him to find a stepmother!

That being said.

When Chu Wangshu walked to the coffee shop with the wind chime swaying in front of the door with the gift bag in hand according to the navigation, she was a little timid, and she whispered unconfidently:

"Giving this kind of thing as a meeting gift, will it be a thunderstorm?"

"If Dad says the record player at home is broken, do I still have to buy a record player?"

Chu Wangshu shook her head and put the thought behind her. She walked into the coffee shop, sat in the sun-soaked seat facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, opened the menu, glanced at it, put it aside, and began to wait. .

This store is very strange, the decoration is very elegant, and the layout has been carefully designed, but there are not many seats to choose from, leaving a large visual space that makes the mind comfortable.

The barista at the bar far away is a silver-haired and meticulously groomed foreign old man over 60 or [-] years old. He has a straight back and wipes the silver cup silently. He looks like a rich man's butler. A mysterious style.

And suddenly, there was a violent sound upstairs, as if the bed was shaking, which made her frown uncontrollably, feeling inexplicably agitated.

Isn't this coffee shop that Dad agreed with a bit strange?

Chu Wangshu looked at his watch, and now it was more than 5 minutes before the agreed time.

The little girl took a deep breath, she just felt a little strange, is it too hot in summer?Still, the air conditioner in the coffee shop is too cold. Even if you don’t arrive within 65 minutes of the appointed time of about an hour, it’s not considered late.

But just inexplicably unhappy.

Chu Wangshu calmed down, smiled, took another deep breath, and said:

"Not angry, not angry."

Well, by Allah, no, in the name of God Buddha Sanqing, she will never be angry today!

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On the other side, the upstairs bedroom.

After Chu Yuanqing said that, he coughed violently.

Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, but she was like an empty shell, she couldn't cough up much blood, and her porcelain-like skin was sickly pale, as if the next breath would turn into foam, shatter into pieces, and return to the sea of ​​people.

Tang Liuli looked behind this scene, her thoughts froze in an instant, and a little bit of rationality was revived in the strong stimulation. One after another, the questions turned into heavy hammers, breaking the shackles and curses given by "maternal love" bit by bit.

what am i doing?

Didn't I notice that she was coughing up blood?