Chapter 483： a thankful heart

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Because she was distracted, she didn't hear the footsteps from far and near.

This may also have something to do with Tang Fang's deliberate restraint. After all, it is not a glorious thing. If you wake everyone up, even if your face is as thick as him, you will feel embarrassed.

The two sides met in the small hall, and then they were pulled into his room by Tang Fang.

When the slight sound of closing the door sounded, and then seeing Freya rush to bed like a fish returning to the sea, the heat in the girl's heart gradually cooled.

After all, she is a gentle and virtuous girl, her temperament is like the water in the spring by the forest, sweet and soft.

If it were her, I am afraid that she would not be able to withstand Freya's unintentional temptation, so that she would go beyond the border and burn the fire.

Tang Fang is a man, just in his youth, he is Freya's opium, and Freya is not his opium.

As a young talent with a net worth of 800 billion yuan, a smart man who can play big figures like Adam Oliver and Marlow Smith around, he should have been surrounded by stars like a shining moon in the sky. .

He is the backbone of everyone on the "Morning Star", with many responsibilities on his shoulders, weighing as much as a hundred thousand mountains.

He has hands and feet, and he also only has a heart. It is no different from ordinary people. The heavier the burden on his shoulders, the greater the pressure. He always finds a place to vent the accumulated pressure in his heart. Otherwise, one day will be swallowed by those negative emotions.

Is he too harsh on him? As early as in Crotan, he had not made up his mind, as long as he could save Marion and Aunt Virginia. Follow him in this life, regardless of identity. No matter what status...

He took responsibility for everyone and held up a sky. How much did he sacrifice for him?

Captain Tang may have done something improper, but it cannot be described by the word "mistake". No one is perfect. No one can take care of the feelings of everyone around him? Moreover, Freya was saved by him, without him. The little girl can only live in the world of killing, be a bloodthirsty and beautiful madman, or... be put into glassware by some people and become a special display in the laboratory for scientists like Faraday to use.

Thinking of these, the resentment and anger in my heart faded like the ebb sea water.

She understood Tang Fang's difficulties and no longer blamed him, but she couldn't eliminate the loss in her heart, and it was even harder to force her joy. Use a smile instead of frustration.

Psychology is like life, with mixed feelings and mixed feelings.

"Freya. Tell her yourself, what did I do with you during those nights of ‘Alkesi’?"

Tang Fang pinched Freya by the back of the bed like a chicken that fell into the water and lifted her from the bed.

The little girl knew nothing, smiled and said, "Sleep..."

"Anything else?"

She thought and thought, thought and thought, and shook her head.

Tang Fang looked at Claire and said with a serious face: "You don't believe me, you should believe her?"

Freya never lied, all the crew of the Morningstar knew this.

Claire looked at Freya, then at Tang Fang. Suddenly feeling stupid, Tang Fang has a thick-skinned face. He is still a more disciplined guy.

The so-called "care is chaos", just now she was too impatient. If you didn't ask Freya carefully, who said that when you go to bed, that kind of intimacy must happen.

Seeing her expression warming up, Captain Tang thought it would be better to be a real person: "Of course...actually...cough...I just ate a little bit...you know...just like we always do... …"

"Reality" is not actually "reality".

This kid has never been a fuel-efficient lamp, because he knows that now is a good opportunity to advance by retreat. When the ice at the bottom of Claire's heart melts quickly, he will raise the bottom line to a level and eat Freya tofu in the future. She just laughed and cursed at most, and...Two years later, the little girl opened up...With the solid foundation laid before, it is easy to accept, isn't it?

This is shameless, more unscrupulous, and definitely not a gentleman's behavior.

But... Captain Tang was not a gentleman at first, but he was addicted to the mouth occasionally. The shopping mall is like a battlefield, and the same is true for love.

There was Freya on the bed, Claire at the door, and Zhou Ai on the boat.

Speaking of a real villain, he didn't want to let go of these three girls. To realize his wishes, he had to put in more energy and more clever thoughts.

"I'm all forced to be helpless!" he thought.

"You guy..." Claire sighed, a wry smile appeared on her face.

Suddenly she had the illusion that Master Captain was not a tree, but a rainforest that could not be seen. As soon as her bird fell on the branch, it would never fly out.

Freya's fight for a period of victory, she escaped from the devil's claw, shrank to the other side near the bed, and shouted: "I won't go to sleep with Tang Yun, I will sleep with you."

The voice was loud, and the golden needles on the balcony lowered their beautiful heads, not only because the night wind was getting stronger, but also because of shame.

"Sister Kleiya, you can speak for me, otherwise Tang Fang will **** me up again."

Tang Fang’s face was a bit dark. Although it was nightfall, the reporters around the hotel did not leave. The large and small interview vehicles were still parked on the road outside the courtyard. All kinds of photography and recording equipment were aimed at the villa. Some people with no bottom line even Release small drones.

She shouted out in this voice, maybe tomorrow she will not only be on the headlines of current affairs publications, but I am afraid that she will also be a guest star in the entertainment version, leaving a few anecdotes with a strong fragrant flavor in the alleys.

This is very literary, but not to his delight.

He stepped back to the door with an unnatural smile on his face. He looked at Kleiya reluctantly and said, "I'll go downstairs to lay the ground floor. By the way, I will discuss life with Bai Yue and look forward to the future."

Claire stared into his eyes for a while. There were a few Feimei flowers on her face like a jade. She sat down next to the edge of the bed and said to the little girl, "You really want to sleep with him?"

Freya nodded vigorously. He said crisply, "Of course."

The answer is simple, like fried bamboo shoots.

Claire said: "Why are you still stunned? Don't you change your pajamas? Are you planning to wear a linen pocket overnight?"

The little girl looked down at her clothes. Said: "This is not called a burlap pocket, this is called'Laerma'."

But she got off the bed and ran out the door, without slippers, her footsteps lightly like a beautiful butterfly dancing ballet.

Tang Fang looked at her, from far to near, walking from the door to the bed.

The girl smiled slightly, looking reluctant. Then she got up and walked outside without saying anything, she knew Tang Fang must know what she meant.

Suddenly, one hand took her and pulled her hard.

The wind blows the willows.

When she recovered, a veneer sounded: "Since you have entered my room, do you still want to leave tonight?"

…………

Claire didn't know why things had changed so dramatically, anyway, when she recovered, she and Freya were already sleeping next to Captain Tang.

That girl not only didn't care, but also looked excited. It's like a kid getting a lollipop.

Didn’t she know that lollipops are single food...

The girl said silently, "Our Lady is on," and condemned the unhealthy metaphor just now.

Then she looked at the ugly guy between the two.

She knew that it was not actually called "ugly". It should be "suffocating uncomfortably", because anyone who is happy in his heart will not be better if he has to pretend to be an old monk in concentration.

She even knew that cuddling left and right was the wish of almost every normal man, and now... he finally realized it.

In fact, it’s not necessary for three people to share a bed like this, but Captain Tang said that Freya would unconsciously release weak electrical energy during sleep, and that her physique would be hurt if she stayed too close, so the matter became this now. appearance.

Why does he take advantage of him every time something happens? The hostile forces outside are like this. Even she and Freya couldn't escape.

Claire thinks this is fate.

There is an invisible rope between her and Captain Tang, and one end is tied to her. Tied one end to him...like the dishonest hand reaching into the shirt.

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The light of the matrix lamp on the ceiling gradually extinguished, and Tang Fang opened his eyes wide. Watching the darkness slowly fill the room.

Freya was resting on his right arm, her head like a monkey that could not sit still, grinding it away. The little mouth smacking soundly, I don't know what kind of food in the dream, and occasionally there is a little dripping, which should be her saliva.

Claire hugged his left arm, buried her head in the gap between her shoulder and the pillow, looking shy.

The cheerful night elf swarmed into the room, flipped Freya's long hair, and spread a cool green blanket on his chest.

Suddenly, a shadow rose into the sky, and then fell quickly.

Tang Fang trembled and took a breath.

It was Freya's dishonest foot, which happened to hit something weaker between his thighs.

It hurts, it's sour.

He regrets a bit, secretly asking whether he did something wrong, some things look good, but once he is there, he will find that it is not the same thing, such as marriage.

In such an environment, let alone doing things that are timely, even if it is just sleeping, it is no less difficult than learning from the West.

He tried to push Freya's feet away, lest the little hoof would do anything else that people would be angry with.

I didn't think of a hand that didn't belong to him stretched over and gently removed the foot that was between his legs.

I couldn't see Kleiya's face in the darkness, but I could feel her trembling hands.

"So...she can't sleep either."

Tang Fang thought this was nonsense.

"Tang Fang!" At this moment, a voice suddenly exploded, Freya sat up hysterically, and said, "Don't you play bedtime games today?"

He felt the delicate body holding his arm on his left suddenly stiffen.

"The experiment of attaching a high-energy electron beam to your hair has been completed, otherwise you think why your hair has changed color, hurry up to sleep."

Freya didn't speak, put her head back on the pillow, put her arms around his waist and continued to sleep.

A warm breath came from her shoulders, and Claire's body returned to softness.

Tang Fang grabbed the hand she was pressing on her side and crossed her five fingers. Hold gently.

The fragrance of flowers is wild and the moonlight is quiet.

On the balcony was a pot of small yellow flowers, which Clea had picked and placed in the courtyard downstairs. There is a reassuring taste.

------The lily flower has a nice alias called Wangyoucao.

I don't know how long it has been. Freya has slid under the pillow, headed into Tang Fang's creak, her feet bent, and curled up into an irregular handstand z.

Captain Tang was in a bad state at this time. He had been in a shallow sleep state. He might be too excited, or his posture was uncomfortable.

A cat's cry came from outside the window, and a shadow fell from the eaves on the balcony. Then relayed down, plunged into the flowers and made a rustling sound.

Claire on the left moved slightly, and a moist feeling came from the gap between the shoulder blade and the pillow.

Tang Fang woke up from the confusion, tried to move his aching right arm, and suddenly heard a slight sob from beside him.

He suddenly became sober a lot. Based on the wetness of the shoulder blades and the source of the sound, a thought suddenly came up in his mind——Cleaner is crying?

The faint moonlight seeped into the room, and the crystal light tubes on the ceiling could be seen vaguely.

Tang Fang closed his eyes and opened them again, gradually adapting to the darkness, and could roughly see all kinds of things in the room. So he turned his body slowly and looked at the person next to the pillow.

The two delicate eyebrows are sometimes arched and sometimes stretched. Tears overflowed the corners of his eyes and wet the white pillow.

She curled up, tighter than Freya's...

With his arms folded in front of his chest, he shuddered from time to time, like a frightened kitten.

Tang Fang tried to pat her shoulders lightly, but found that there was no response, thinking that she must have dreamed something, and then he cried unconsciously.

He thought of Claire's background, of Sosiah's tragedy. Think of the quiet and serene girl by the lake in Crotan who once leaned on a rock.

He couldn't help stretching out his right arm and hugging her into his arms.

childhood. It will always be the happiest moment in memory, with the reminders of parents. There are the smiles of grandparents, there are fairy tales covering the walls in the room, and the delicacies engraved in the mind on the dining table.

But when these all turn into shocking blood and surging flames, what does it mean to a child?

For power, for status, and to be able to rule the world, how many lively lives have turned into corpses that have lost their temperature in the ruins of Sothya's collapse.

Tang Fang had not experienced the Sothya purge, but had witnessed the Wendenbat massacre with his own eyes.

Growing up in the shadow of such childhood, living in such sad memories, she is not lost, let alone crazy, she is like a weak little flower, tenaciously open and quietly swaggering.

She is very kind, kind to a bit weak.

She is very virtuous and never complains.

He suddenly understood why Zhou Ai would rather be wronged than hurt her.

He put her head under her jaw and hugged tightly the slowly softening body.

The girl had stopped sobbing and rubbed his chest like a young bird avoiding the wind and snow.

Freya fumbled a few times on Yu Wen's surviving sheets, finally found his place, gently turned over, and snuggled behind her back.

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In the early morning of the next day, the sun rose and the moon set, and the quietness by the window was dissipated by the sunlight passing through the gaps in the high-rise buildings, and the inner wall of the room was painted with a golden touch, like crunchy toast.

The huge sky city was awakened by the sun, and the citizens, whether they were awake or not, or even sleepless all night, walked out of their homes and started a new day of life after the fragrant breakfast.

The chefs of the "Venice" restaurant are very busy, because the originally cold restaurant has become extremely lively. In addition to the hotel guests, some reporters and business personnel of mining companies have also joined the dining army, as if a surprise attack, the kitchen after hitting the hotel was caught off guard .

The backyard is still quiet, especially the Chinese villa area where Tang Fang and others are located.

The wind blows the willows, the fragrance hits the people, and the veils on the window frames on the sunny side fly up like clear waves on the sea.

Tang Fang felt that there was a heavy object on his chest, and there was a little soft and slippery warm gadget roaming from top to bottom.

The high-energy electrons floating beneath the skin seem to hear the night elves singing the moon god, jumping out of the invisible jungle, holding hands to dance a beautiful dance.

One word "shuang", two words "very cool", and three words "very cool".

Under such a stimulus, he slowly recovered, and then realized one thing, Freya was making a fool of him again!

The three of them were in the same bed last night. This little girl slept most peacefully. She didn't even wake up at night, and it made sense to wake up early.

He then realized another question, what is that little warmth...

What else can it be? Except for Freya's tongue!

Hmm...and...who tm took off Lao Tzu's shirt? Kleia would definitely not do this, obviously only one person would be so ashamed and ashamed.

Still Freya!

When he was trying to wake up his brain slowly, that moistness stopped at his lower abdomen, and his saliva wetted the skin around his belly button.

Tang Fang suddenly thought of Claire, in case she saw this picture...well, I would call Qiang.j.

...Is this shameless?

Fortunately, worrying is all unnecessary. His sleep quality is not good, and Kleiya is not very reliable. It was not until the middle of the night when he was embraced in his arms, and then he fell asleep. At this time, his breath was long and his sleep was scented. Her beloved Captain Tang is being **** by other women.

Freya's small mouth finally stopped below her belly button, the tip of her tongue left her skin, and the cheerful electric flowers slowly faded and disappeared under her skin.

Tang Fang was a little lost, and then noticed one thing, it was early morning, he was a man...

He felt that something was going to happen if he kept on, so he opened his eyes vigorously and looked towards the end of the bed.

Freya seems to be a curious little girl who has met Song Mushroom for the first time. UU reading is looking at him...Looking at him...Always looking at him...Close...Close...Close again...

Tang Fang said, "Freya, what are you going to do?"

She looked innocent and said, "Say hello to him."

She still can't forget the incident that happened at the seaside of "Cui Fanke". Master Captain told her that people must have a heart that knows how to be grateful. (A great event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phone waiting for you! Follow it~ Click/Official Account (WeChat add friend-add official account-enter qdread), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now follow qdread immediately WeChat public account!) (to be continued)

ps: My dears, don’t urge it to succeed. Didn’t you say it? The Babylonian plot is coming to an end, and there are still seven or eight chapters to end. It’s tiring to know that you have to connect some things together, and get a satisfactory result. I haven't slept for a few days.

I found that no matter whether it is counting the stars or sheep, or watching the nose, nose and heart, it doesn't cost a dime. If you can't sleep, you can't sleep.

Besides, I think my daily writing is not bad, um, I think... don’t shoot me~