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In the silence of the room, they stalemate to the end.
After Jiang Ying got home, he turned on his computer and worked overtime as a side job. He confirmed the requirements with his counterparts over and over again, and revised the manuscript repeatedly. Meng Jingshu received the data from Wei Zhanfeng and read it for a while. He went to the balcony to make a few phone calls, and Jiang Ying was still reading the paper when he entered the room.
I wanted to say something to her, but I didn't make a sound after all, and went to take a shower first.
As if arranged, he finished washing, Jiang Ying also finished his work, and was closing the computer. When Meng Jingshu came out of the bathroom, she raised her eyes, and they happened to meet her eyes.
Meng Jingshu stopped rubbing his head: "You"
A burst of bells interrupted the slightly difficult opening remarks. Meng Jingshu is not a procrastination person, so he quickly passed her to answer the phone.
They were busy alternately, both of them were a little angry because of the previous dispute, the more so, the less opportunity to talk properly.
By the time Jiang Ying also took a shower and dried her hair, it was getting late.
Meng Jingshu was on the balcony, carrying her on his back. The night in late autumn was very cool, he was only wearing thin home clothes, with his back slightly hooked, not shrinking or shaking in the cold wind, he was still as tall and stable as a tree.
The balcony was not turned on, and the red light between the man's fingers could be seen at a glance. What is more obvious than the red light is the smell. There is a gap half a palm wide in the glass door, and the pungent smell wafts in faintly.
Only twenty-five years old, already an old smoker. Say it or not, it has always been like this.
Jiang Ying was a little angry, walked over and said coldly: "Don't smoke the mint to death."
With a backhand "snap", the glass door closed tightly.
The back of the man outside the door froze.
She didn't even look at it, and closed the curtains.
Meng Jingshu threw half of the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.
There is a 12-story building under your feet, which is shorter than his house. The commercial building is close to the main road, even in the middle of the night, there is no shortage of vehicles on the road.
He stared at the speeding vehicles, subconsciously trying to do something to alleviate this terrible mood, so he counted, one after another.
In less than half a minute, everything was messed up.
"Fuck!" He gritted his teeth and cursed.
It's even more annoying after scolding.
Even swearing had to be whispered so that she would not hear her.
He blew on the cold wind and lit another cigarette.
I don't know how long it took Meng Jingshu to enter the house. He lifted the quilt and lay down, raised a gust of air, and rushed to the back of Jiang Ying's neck, the temperature difference was so great that it was irritating.
Jiang Ying didn't seem to notice at all, she was lying on her side, playing with her mobile phone.
Suddenly I heard him calling her in a low voice: "Jiang Ying"
Without hesitation for a second, she returned the words to him: "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."
Meng Jingshu stopped talking, and turned his back to her a little angrily. There was one person between them, and the bed had never been so spacious.
Jiang Ying was distracted when she swiped her phone. She couldn't remember what she was talking about for a post. She turned the pages until her eyes were sore, and she couldn't read a word.
It was getting closer, and the whole city was quiet, but she was still extremely awake, and it was obvious that the people around her were not asleep either. Although he was lying stiffly without moving a bit, and he didn't even make a sound of breathing, but she just knew that he was just as irritable and felt aggrieved.
So what are they doing?
She didn't sleep with him just to trouble herself.
The purpose of the cold war is to emphasize that one is right and to force the other party to submit.
But she had no intention of arguing with him about the past, so why bother to annoy him and disturb her mind now. All she wants is to have fun in time, to abandon the past and the future.
She arched up from under the quilt, threw her hands on him with open arms, and hugged his broad shoulders tightly.
Meng Jingshu obviously froze, and then said indifferently: "Let go, I want to sleep."
Jiang Ying didn't listen, she just thumped from his back to his chest, she pulled his hands away and burrowed into her arms, the temperature and breath of the man's body covered her head and face.
She muttered: "Stingy, they all took my bed and slammed your door once or twice, what's wrong?"
Really thought he was mad at her for slamming the door?
Young Master Meng has a strong temper, which can be resolved with a few touches and a few words, not to mention that she is so eloquent.
He turned over and lay down, pulled his hand from the bottom of her neck forcefully, closed his eyes, and made up his mind to ignore her.
Jiang Ying said angrily: "Can you fall asleep if you close your eyes?"
He still did not answer, motionless.
The more he is like this, the more she has a desire to destroy.
Because?Sex|People who sleep together because of sexual desire, why should they be demanding about the minutiae? If she doesn't settle, he doesn't have the qualifications either!
He can only carnival with her in the quagmire of lust and become dirty together.
She plunged into the quilt like a fish.
After a while, Meng Jingshu sat up suddenly.
"Jiang Ying!"
He lifted the quilt to catch her out, but she was the first to get close to the water, and she had already controlled his life.
Her body was half lying down, only her head moved. She had no time to speak, so she slightly raised her head and looked at him.
Her posture was almost fatal, Meng Jingshu took a deep breath, her forced indifference and tranquility were torn apart, her body surged up and down, her chest heaved suddenly and violently, and her eyes were as hot as flames.
His feedback is always as unabashed as a beast. She likes to be with him like this, she will feel very alive.
Her cheeks were exerting force, forming small depressions, her face became very sharp, her pupils were bigger and darker, and his gaze seemed to be attracted by just one look, and he couldn't move away. Like a demon floating in the dark night, his embarrassed soul has nowhere to hide in front of her
Half of her face was sour, and she sat up.
Meng Jingshu pulled a tissue over and said in a rough voice, "Spit it out."
She obediently leaned towards his palm.
"It's a bit bitter," she said.
Meng Jingshu paused, grabbed a ball of paper towels, got up again and carried her to the bathroom, took a cup to catch water, and rinsed her mouth.
While doing these things, he didn't say a word. Jiang Ying raised his eyes from the sink, and saw him looking at him, his eyes were sticky, and there was an unnatural flush on his sharp-featured handsome face, the heaving of his chest hadn't calmed down, and his wheezing hadn't subsided. Apparently he hasn't recovered yet.
"How do you feel?" Jiang Ying was a little proud, and smiled slyly in the mirror, "It's the first time I did it, it's not bad"
Meng Jingshu's breathing became heavy again.
He is just the most vulgar man. He would become cautious because he heard her talking about other men. I will also be ecstatic because I have some first time.
The body is obviously ebbing, but the heartbeat is like a drum, and it is about to burst the eardrum.
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