Chapter 543

Cao Ming, Cao Ming, all she thinks about is Cao Ming.

Cao Ming gave her a birthday last year. Only their two birthdays.

Cao Ming also drank red wine, drank a lot, and poured it cup by cup. She looked worried... But Cao Ming patted his chest and said it was okay. She couldn't persuade him, so she had to let him go.

As a result... She knew that this guy drank red wine to have the courage to play hooligans!

It's not... He drank and looked at her suddenly... She knew that he wanted to see her snow-white translucent skin under her thin clothes. She didn't feel blame, but... Full of joy and a little ignorant of a little woman.

Cao Ming, I'm still a virgin.

But Fang Yan just doesn't look at her. His eyes are too hot.

But he was very patient. He spoiled her like a kitten, touched her hair and kissed her cheek. She snorted and said nothing. At the same time, he held her arm tightly to prevent her from leaving. Looking at the way she bit her lips and wet eyes to cry, he gently touched her fluffy hair for comfort and caress.

She clasped her arms and squinted at him.

She is still in the palm of her hand. He was relieved, so he stroked her cheek carefully and met her angry eyes. Finally, he wanted to put his lips on it and watched her close and slap angrily. He had to step back.

"Fang Yan..." he whispered gently.

"What's up?" Her voice was still lukewarm, gentle and kind.

"I really... Want you to belong to me." His voice was dreamy.

She smiled charmingly and deliberately made a dignified airs: "do you want to sleep with me?"

"No... No." He is very urgent and helpless, like a child who can't get toys, "I just... Want to have a good look at you."

She suddenly smelled the taste of lust, with the fresh and cold stimulation of blood. If Fang Yan wasn't reserved enough, she thought she would fight back. But they were not married. Since they were not married... Fang Yan just stood quietly, like looking at a spoiled child.

Cao Ming seemed to feel that she was sweet and moving. He gently pulled her out of the corner of the wall, and his face became dark, "you." His hot breath sprayed on her face.

Without saying anything, she quietly put on her coat that had been taken off the ground.

Fang Yan said, "good, don't worry. When I get married, I'll be yours."

Cao Ming looked at her face flushed, her eyelashes blinked, and she was about to cry. He didn't know Fang Yan was so shy. He couldn't help but grab her by the collar and press her against the wall to ask. But looking at the faint snow-white skin under her collar and the clear clavicle line, she looked away awkwardly and thought it was OK. He clenched his fist again and endured it hard.

He can't see women crying.

What is more remarkable than women's crying is that women want to cry or not, and they are shy and welcome.

Seeing this, he was even more unhappy.

Just cry, whet haw and don't talk. What does it mean to be guessed?

Oh, no, that's women's nature.

Can't you say something well? Ah, a bitter gourd face makes people feel really oppressed!

But her deep love for him made him speechless. So he just sat on the ground quietly waiting for her to put on her coat. She put on her Khaki woolen coat and stood up. He looked at her hazy profile and said, "let's go out for supper."

Fang Yan was stunned.

Cao Ming patted her on the shoulder.

"Hello." He threatened her directly. His eyes were as sharp as ever“ How serious is your hand? Women don't know how to take good care of themselves? "

The scene at that time was so real and illusory. She suddenly felt that he could be a sunny, simple and straightforward boy, as if he existed only in a dream. She turned her head and said, "what's none of your business?"

"I care about you." He was not angry at all. He gently took her hand and touched it... She looked at it and said that if someone else's mother would give him a kick directly. But she just turned her back and didn't look. "Tell me if you have something, and get out if you have nothing."

"Ha, what a grumpy guy." He sarcastically reached out and threw a dark chrysanthemum thing to her. His voice seemed more and more distant, "hand cream, take it."

Everything is good. But she was suddenly a little unhappy, so she played a small temper: "hum, you let me use it, I don't use it."

Cao Ming didn't seem to hear it, but Fang Yan had 100 reasons to believe that he was pretending. The bastard came to hook her shoulder again. "Let's go and eat."

There was a warm heat flow in his palm, with the warmth that Fang Yan couldn't resist. She looked up at the great man who stretched out his hand to her, and then at the hand cream on her left hand. This time she was neither angry nor petty, but obediently held his hand like a gentle little rabbit. She hugged him and said, "Cao Ming, I'll be yours sooner or later."

Cao Ming, I'll be yours sooner or later.

Really, I won't fall in love with anyone. I'm yours, so you see, now I'm still a virgin, intact, waiting for you.

Cao Ming, Cao Ming.

The hand cream was placed at the top by her. Fang Yan stepped on the small bench and took it down, almost sprained her foot. But at least she got it. She kissed the hand cream and imagined that she was kissing Cao Ming's Bronze face full of beard.

You are a good man, Shen Cheng, but I really can't fall in love with you. Forgive me.

She put the hand cream in her hand and felt it carefully, as if the warmth of a dead lover remained on it.

She told herself that this was the only gift left by her lover.

The bright color of the dark orange seemed to pierce her eyes. She stared and felt that her heart had become so cold that it seemed to fall into the abyss.

Cao Ming, Cao Ming.

You're gone now, my dearest.

Fang Yan thought about that time. No matter how long it was, she still felt overwhelmed with grief. She couldn't help losing her voice in pain. Tears soaked the soft bedding and pillow. She licked the salty smell of her tears. It was that day. It was cloudy and rainy. She felt wrong when she went out. The ground was too wet and slippery. Such weather was not suitable for going out. Fang Yan looks at Cao Ming with soliciting eyes.

Cao Ming just stroked her tender cheek and said, "good boy, take me on the plane.".

In the past, Cao Ming liked to touch the skin on her face. He said that her skin was really beautiful. It was like ice and snow. It was like a baby's tender and smooth, like a stripped egg. He liked it very much, but today, Fang Yan just felt that his eyes were very wrong.

How to say... Meaningful... Like looking for something.

Fang Yan twisted around in his arms and said, "no, no, let's not go today. Look at this ghost weather, where is it suitable to go out?"

Cao Ming just smiled. Somehow Fang Yan felt that his smile was very pale, just like paper. It broke with a gentle rub. He walked back slowly, returned to the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of flower green anti-skid sneakers.

Fang Yan pursed her mouth unhappily.

Cao Ming gently comforted her and said, "good boy, don't be capricious. Today's business is very tight."

Then he took out a pair of flower red round head leather shoes from the well placed shoes, which matched her skirt today. He lowered his head, wiped the shoes and said, "good, the shoes specially selected for you. Put them on quickly and accompany me to the airport."

Fang Yan kept her mouth curled. She could only put it on if she was unwilling.

She put it on impatiently and stamped her foot at him. "Come on, what are you still looking at here?"

Cao Ming is very patient and doesn't know what he is doing. He pulled out a black soft looking thing from a pile of colorful sundries and said, "let's use this umbrella today."

Fang Yan was surprised.

This is

Why does it look so unlucky?

In a daze, someone was shaking his hand. Half dreaming and half awake, Zhongfang Yan suddenly thought of a man who said that her hands were always so cold in winter and should wear more clothes. But she always doesn't listen to people who insist on beauty. When that person says she, she smiles and doesn't talk back.

It's just, who's that man?