"Human heart" is a hell outside the norm.
The fragrance of clothes and the shadow of temples, the lights sweep the scenery, and life is like a dream.
The dance in the hall on the first floor of Zheng Mansion is still lively. Just now, no one seems to remember the big scene in Xing 'an. Zheng Antong changed his wet clothes and came downstairs again, laughing and entertaining guests freely.
Chen Bo came out of the back kitchen and quietly went upstairs through the hall. On the tray in his hand, a bowl of chopped green onion noodles is steaming.
No matter how busy it is underneath, the third floor where Zheng Pianran's dormitory is located will always be quiet like a distant night.
"Master." Chen Bo light-footed, come forward to knock at the door, respectfully ask for instructions softly.
I only heard the soft footsteps in the room, from far to near, and then the young man opened the door himself, holding the face in his hand.
If others saw this scene, they must have fainted. Unfortunately, Zheng PianRan has broken XinGan case as much as the stars in the sky, and Chen Bo's surprised expression has been used up.
"Before the dance, I intercepted a document for Mr. Zheng, which has been put on your desk. The testing agency has verified and sent a team of people, which is in the past. " With these words in a low voice, Chen Bo lowered his eyes and withdrew.
Zheng PianRan very quiet, gently closed the door, turned back to the bedroom next to the big bed, looking out of the window by starlight. The man on the bed fell asleep.
The dark long vent pillow, black hair against the soft white muscles, palm-sized face without a flaw, pure black and soft white makes the red lips more vivid. In the white bedroom where he used to sleep, the beauty and black hair lay quiet and dazzling.
He gently shook her hand, caressed his slightly hot left cheek, and suddenly laughed silently.
More and more daring. I couldn't hit him with wine, but I gave him a slap in the face, quick and heavy.
When I first started downstairs, I should have put up with it again. Why did you save her so quickly? I don't know a little girl. Just scare her.
The sleeping man felt his burning eyes as if in a dream, frowned, cocked his head, pulled his hand out of his hand and turned his back on him.
That little yellow skirt looks satisfactory in front, and only a few thin ribbons are hung behind it. Talk is better than nothing. Her whole snow-white back, in this soft color, is more like ice and snow.
"hey!" He ordered himself not to look any longer, looked away unnaturally, and even his voice was hoarse: "wake up!" " "
The newcomer can't bear to be disturbed. He broke a pillow. He held his face in his hand and was hit head on. He frowned angrily and reached for the quilt. He shouted at her angrily, "eat something and sleep!" " After drinking so much wine on an empty stomach, let her go. It's uncomfortable to get up early the next day.
The newcomer knows how strong this guy is, and he can't hide. He propped himself up with a sad face and half closed his eyes. He took a sip of noodle soup with his hand, threatening and tempting, and finally took a few more sips. It's just that the curve of her posture is exposed, and most of her delicate breasts are exposed under the tube top dress, which makes the eyes of the people who end the bowl straight black.
Tucked her in and patted her for a while, knowing that he should go back to the study at once, but he sat in the dark for a long time.
The night is very quiet, only her shallow breathing, like lingering smoke, like a substance, gradually cocoon his heart, out of breath.
His eyes were burning in the darkness that no one could see, cold, hesitant, wandering, painful and struggling. ...
Singan didn't know what dream he had, so he let out a sob and a cold sweat oozed from his back.
Bent over and kissed in front of her eyes, Zheng Pianran finally got up and went to the study.
**
The yellow envelope is quietly waiting for him on the table.
In recent years, she has become more and more outrageous. Although he restrained himself again and again, his concern was chaotic, and he leaked clues several times. I'm afraid my uncle won't believe the natural story of his former brother and sister. But I didn't expect it to progress so fast. If he hadn't arranged it early, this thing would have been passed on to my uncle through him.
Slender fingers caressed the thick envelope, but Zheng's mouth was bent by the radian of cool thin and slowly recovered.
What is there to open?
Yes or no, his love cannot be taken back. Those endless, intense and unswerving loves are all in his life. Whether she is his own brother or sister or not, all that love has been given to her, and she will never get it back unless he dies.
She is already his life.
The night is as heavy as water.
Zheng Pianran threw away the envelope and smiled happily.
**
The pace of returning to her is so easy. He lifted the quilt from her body with his hand, and the impatient sleeper kicked him. He lowered his head and pinched his slender and symmetrical calf in his palm.
Xing' an was sober, and looked back at him in a daze, dazed and unprepared.
He smiled, wrapped his long white legs around his waist, rubbed against his body and pressed her down, kissed her deeply, and went down the river with his hot palm.
Singen was stunned by his sudden desire to burn us to death. He once acted recklessly, until he was stripped like a newborn, and he struggled to come up. She just came to her senses and shouted out the words that would only call him when she was a child for two hours: "... brother?" ! "
Zheng PianRan sucking her neck, "well", only feel more love | move, down to his coveted two snow jade, exhaled swallowing, full of kneading.
He has been depressed for many years, and once he wants to release it, it is like a prairie fire. XinGan 1 of "melody", the whole body a warm, covered by him. He kissed the past without leaving an inch, just like worship. She was trapped in the clouds, but she didn't know that Zheng was doomed.
"Singan, remember this day ... the day I went to hell."
A fiery friction, a confused sting, and his whispering words ended Singan's girlhood.
For many years after that, they had countless happy and tense relationships. At first, neither of them mentioned it again, but when they were together or turned their backs on each other in the dead of night, they all remembered silently that Zheng Pianran felt that there was no so-called gambling in life, while Xin Gan only remembered the misty lingering.
About this time, the cold night was shrouded in hot emotions. Xin Gan couldn't see the night clearly with his eyes wide open, and felt that he had been dismantled and reassembled, unable to move. The man below him gasped and chewed her shoulder contentedly, putting one hand under the quilt and stroking the place where she had just held him.
She was lying on his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and suddenly it was hard to remember that this was Zheng Pianran who had been tit-for-tat with her for more than ten years but cleaned up everything for her.
There is so much love and hate between them, how can she just feel calm at the moment?
"Singan ... Singan?" He called her, one by one, very gentle, never gentle. The new worker is too sleepy to talk to him. He didn't lose his temper, hugged her tightly and didn't touch her again, but he didn't stop all night. The newcomer feels strange and uncomfortable at all. Are you really so happy?
Of course, she didn't know that someone finally plunged himself into endless hell. Although it can't be redeemed from now on, he has got what he wants in his life. How could he be unhappy?
The author has something to say: Lao Zheng's heart is failing at this time. After that night, Zheng changed the paternity test report, so Lao Zheng got his own son, so he had the next ten years. Everyone is willing to be right or wrong. Let's just go to the theatre. Don't be serious.
At the end of the last chapter, I forgot to say thank you. How happy or bad the journey was is over. Thank you for staying with me.