Chapter 113

Lin Zinan was very delicate and intolerable. He wrapped himself in his hot arms, and his soft lips unconsciously printed on his well-defined texture.

Every inch of his body is the scenery that she loves very much. She has known and loved him for several years, but she has never been lucky enough to have any skin entanglement with him. At the moment, she is infatuated with him and doesn't want to let go. Her kiss is more active and enthusiastic

In the hot room, in the dim light, the enchanting and bewildered Lin Zinan tries her best to seduce the man beside her. She has been longing for a man for many years.

Gu Junqing's nerves were touched by her soft and delicate lips, and her lower body immediately tightened.

He perched and pressed Lin Zinan under him. Her soft body, like the tender flesh of seashells, was tightly wrapped around his waist. Her breathing became more and more serious, her eyes gradually blurred, and the shadows of two people on the wall were glued and overlapped.

Gu Junqing felt that he was like a boat sailing in the fog. He tried his best to explore far away and deep. At the moment when the defense line was about to break through, his eyes narrowed slightly and his brows frowned. Suddenly he pushed away the woman under him and lay on his back on the big bed.

Like a fish in a dry rut, gasping for breath.

"Nan'er, I'm sorry, we - we almost - hurt the baby. Nan'er, the most important thing in the first three months of pregnancy is that we can't - just too impulsive."

Lin Zinan's face is aggrieved, shy and angry. Her small face is white, but she has nothing to say. She feels the shame of being despised and her self-esteem is seriously damaged as a woman.

"Sleep, Nan'er, it's important for baby. If pregnant women don't get enough sleep, it will hurt their health." He held out his arm to the crying woman.

"Junqing, don't you love me anymore?" The little woman nestled up to him and sobbed softly.

"Nan'er, don't think about it. How can it be?" He didn't answer the question about love or not. He evaded, he evaded. At the moment, Lin Zinan was soberly out of control.

"Junqing, do you blame me for destroying your marriage with her?" Tearful eyes whirling small woman, taut small mouth, small nose a smoke.

"Nan'er, don't question my heart any more. I'm tired. I don't want to answer such a question again."

The good-looking big hand still hugs the woman in her arms, but the woman in her arms can't feel the slightest security and the temperature she wants. Her heart is empty and unwilling to bite her lips.

"Junqing, I'm sorry to bother you!"

"Sleep!" For the first time, Gu Junqing didn't coax her. Instead, he got up and looked at the delicate cupboard at the head of the bed. He wanted to find a pack of cigarettes. When the drawer opened, he was stunned.

He forgot that at the moment he and Nan'er were sleeping in his former marriage room, the marriage room with that woman, and the exquisite cabinet at the head of the bed. Many dried flowers were put in it. In two years, the fragrance of the flowers had penetrated into every corner of the drawer. When the drawer was opened, there was a faint fragrance of lavender, just like the faint fragrance on her body.

Unable to stop, Gu Junqing became addicted. He opened the drawer of the second drawer. Rows of neatly stacked underwear were separated by people's sensitive mind. His underwear was full of his whole body. His neat appearance was like a well ordered book, with clear edges and layers.

After flipping over a pair of boxed pants, the label on them has not been removed. The label is still brand-new, but there is no light. Nowadays, many girls are bright in appearance, messy in interior, unable to clean up the room, clothes piled up on the bed, shoes running all over the floor. Gu Junqing didn't find the cigarettes he wanted, but was shocked by the neat drawers.

Quietly open the next drawer, you can see the rectangular strip separated by a small grid, the size of which is uniform. According to the deep and shallow colors, list it out, and then pull open a rectangular strip. It's actually a sock for him. His mind is delicate, and the sock stack is very artistic.

He thought of Xishan villa, fragrant courtyard, bright and clean windows, lavender sheets, white furniture, she likes the collocation of white and lavender, these two colors are very easy to test a woman's cleanliness.

His mind inexplicably came up with a pure face, white skin, clear eyes, black hair, flowing on the shoulder, slender fingers, gently caressing the strings on the guzheng, quiet like weak Liu Fufeng.

My heart was stung by bumblebee. It hurts.

"Junqing, what are you looking at?" Behind a pair of soft boneless hands, wrapped around him.

"Nothing!"

Gu Junqing turned around and hugged Lin Zinan's shoulder. He gave her a kiss on her forehead: "Nan'er, it's time to go to sleep. Go to sleep!"

"I'm afraid I won't see you when I wake up."

Huo Zhi, the young girl, makes Lin Zinan feel afraid. She is so beautiful. When she first met Gu Junqing's wife, she was once shocked. The most beautiful woman is the combination of purity and charm, but Huo Zhi gracefully integrates the two.

Even though Gu Junqing has repeatedly made it clear that she will not like the young girl, she still has to be careful. On Huo Zhi's beautiful face, there are always two eyes that can talk, and the water is full!She was afraid, afraid that Gu Junqing would be deeply attracted by those eyes, and even more afraid that if he really fell in, he would never have his own position from now on.

"No, Nan'er, I will always be by your side." He turned around, wrapped Lin Zinan, put it in the quilt, carefully tucked in the back corner, full of kisses on her beautiful red lips, coaxed the beloved woman to sleep with a sweet smile.

With a beloved man by his side, Lin Zinan's heart of worrying about gain and loss was completely put down. He had a good sleep. His two dimples were clearly printed on both sides of his mouth, which was very lovely.

Slowly pulled out by the south son pillow sour arm, he leaned against the head of the bed, began to seriously look at this bedroom, that is he and Huo Zhi's wedding room, he almost never came, I don't know is coincidence or intentional, south son just chose this bedroom tonight.

The style of the bedroom is very messy, not like the appearance of a new house. At the beginning, he was very resistant to the marriage. His father once said with a smile: "although he moved out alone, the old house also needs to keep a bedroom as a place for the couple to settle down. Qing'er, choose one!"

In his anger, he pointed to a room at random. He didn't care much when decorating it. He cleaned it up at will. Today, it seems that it's a mix and match style.

The furniture is imported from Italy. It's made by hand and expensive. That's my father's intention. Only the bedside table is selected by Huo Zhi. The two white bedside tables are for lovers.

One is mainly white, supplemented by bean paste green, and the other is mainly bean paste green, supplemented by white. His one has just seen it, which can only be described as shock.

All of a sudden, she had a strong curiosity. What did she look like?

Curiosity is like crazy grass. Once it is aroused, it will itch. It can't sit or lie down. It seems that there is a little hand with a hook, scratching him little by little, and his heart will throb.

He simply got up and went to the other side of the bed. The little woman on the bed slept very deeply, and was not disturbed by him at all. She was as deep as before.

Like a pilgrim, Gu Junqing opens the bedside table with great piety. The pattern is similar to his one. The difference is that her drawer is still empty, only a thick layer of dust is accumulated, telling the long time in silent language.

Slowly, he also lost interest in looking down, leaving only the last drawer. Gu Junqing's hand stopped in mid air, hesitated for a moment, and went on. In that drawer, there was only one man's shirt, which was his.

Why is his shirt here? After pondering for a long time, he finally remembered.

On that day, he angrily acted recklessly in her body and ordered her to leave. At that time, she had just taken a bath and was wearing his shirt, which was very big. When she came to her thigh, he stripped it off coldly and ordered her to roll as far as possible. Then, like an angry lion, he pushed her, scolded her, and counted carefully, which was the most severe word he scolded It's: bitches.

He didn't remember how she left that day. The only thing he remembered was her pale face, big tears, wronged eyes and biting lips.

After that, she still carefully folded his shirt. She had to praise that her hands were so skillful and her clothes were stacked like a handicraft. From a distance, she looked like a book with exquisite packaging.

When his big hand touched it, he suddenly touched a hard object. Under the shirt, he moved the shirt away, and it was a hard shell. On the shell, there was a picture of a man who was very cold, as if he were a Shura in hell. The cold was pressing.

Gu Junqing was stunned for a long time. The man on the shell was himself.

Is it difficult for her to be the coldest and coldest in her heart?