Chapter 75: Seventy five

The restaurant was selected by Lu Jiaheng, and finally ate Japanese food.
If Gu Han dared to joke about three years ago, then now it is completely quiet.
The roommate and the school grass talked about freshman love from freshman love, and it was not until graduation that I knew what kind of experience it was.
Gu Han felt a little sad.
Several people sat at the table, Lu Jiaheng went to answer the phone, and as soon as they left, Gu Han's grudged eyes looked at Chuchi.
Chuchi also had a little bit of imagination. She straightened her neck and looked down at her obediently. She confessed her mistake in a low voice: "Don't be angry, I'm wrong."
Gu Han looked at her with sorrow: "Don't talk, you and Ben didn't take me as a friend."
The warm sake served on the table, holding hands with her hands, and with a dazzling expression, she looked at her with a smile: "Gu, Gu beer."
Gu Han narrowed his eyes: "Come on for a cup?"
When you say it, you just pay it. At the beginning, Shuri squeezed two small cups.
The two leaned over the table and leaned together. At the beginning, Hachiri had short arms and was a bit struggling. The two drew closer, and their wrists intersected. The first garden was a little embarrassed.
Because Gu Han yelled to fight wine with Lu Jiaheng, a few people also ate and hung out all afternoon and were not very hungry. They simply chose the home wine house. This sake tastes sweet, and the first drink is finished. , Swipe your mouth and feel it carefully.
The first time she drank sake, she thought it was better than beer, and the beer was bitter. For the few times she drank beer, she only wanted to hiccup every time.
After three cups, Lu Jiaheng returned, followed by a few bars of cold beer.
Gu Han and Lin Tong are villains, and just a few people have a small pot of sake, and she got up. A glass of ice was pushed in front of Lu Jiaheng and said seriously: "Senior student, you are not kind, we are a treasure of the first small garden Little girl, you cheated away without saying a word, for a few years."
Lu Jiaheng took it, rubbed his fingertips over the wall of the cold beer glass, and the water drops rolled down.
He smiled and nodded: "It's my fault, punishment, I'll do this cup first."
Gu Han: "..."
Lin Tong: "..."
Xue Niannan: "..."
Gu Han felt that this place could not be found. Her highest record was eight bottles of beer. Although there were no broken pieces, it was almost the same. She already felt that she was half a hero. As a result, the senior student of the water glass was about to do a good job. And they are not a level at all.
Chuchi held a glass of plum wine, pinched the ice cubes inside the straw to play, watched as if watching the landing Jiaheng goo goo go go and do it.
He tilted his head slightly, his neck pulled into a sharp vertical line, and his throat knot rolled as he swallowed.
Drops of water dripped from the wall of the ice beer mug, flowing down his neck, winding down all the way and sliding into the neck of the shirt.
There is a kind of wanton appeal, which makes the salivary glands unconsciously active again.
Hakuichi's face was a little bit hot, and I don't know if it was the effect of the few glasses of sake I just drank.
She lowered her eyes with her cheeks up, lowered her chopsticks, and rubbed her ears secretly.
Lu Jiaheng bottomed out with a cup, and empty bar pushed towards the side table. Without changing his face, he pulled a pierce to the front again, just raised his eyes.
Gu Han was very aware of the current situation and put his hands together, honestly admitting: "Brother-in-law, I surrender."
It was already evening when I came out of the izakaya. Gu Han and Lin Tong sang the national anthem together on their shoulders, and Chuichi jumped up and down to clap their hands and applauded. He raised his arms like a concert conductor and drew triangles.
Only Xue Niannan was awake, she called in advance, Xue father drove the car to pick them up, and coaxed the two girls into the car, Xue Niannan looked at the first gardener in Jiaheng's arms: " is you."
Lu Jiaheng "hmm" and watched her get in the car.
Father Xue's car drove away, Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in his arms.
Chuchi leaned in his arms cleverly, with his small head hanging down, breaking his finger to carry the "Disciple Rules".
The soft and glutinous voice, with a sense of meaning, vaguely, one at a time:
"Winter is warm, summer is sad..."
"Morning saves, faintness sets..."
"What's behind, what is..."
She rubbed her eyes and muttered something again, and then teased herself, her small shoulders trembling and giggling.
Lu Jiaheng lost her smile and felt that she was quite good when she was drunk. She played with herself so honestly.
He raised his hand and squeezed her little face: "Little drunkard."
Chuichi raised his head.
Shuirun's big eyes looked at him, his eyes reddish, and his expression was confused.
He raised his hand and scraped the tip of her wrinkled nose: "Go home."
Lu Jiaheng drank and couldn't drive, the car was left there, and the two drove back.
At night the lights were shining brightly, Lu Jiaheng accompanied Chu Zhi in the back seat of the taxi, she shrunk in his arms, and she was not moving honestly, whispering all by herself, then giggling.
Like a little fool.
The air conditioner in the taxi was turned on very well. At first, he felt that there was a fire burning in his body, and now he felt even hotter. After sitting for a while, he began to pull the coat without honesty.
Lu Jiaheng pulled her coat to keep her from moving, holding her tightly in her arms and pressing.
Hakuchi was very uncomfortable, arching like a small loach, trying to get rid of his shackles, but unsuccessful, she pouted unhappily and raised her head to see him.
Lu Jiaheng lowered her eyes and hugged her arm to tighten, deliberately pressed her throat: "Be a little better, otherwise I won't want you."
Chuichi's originally unhappy expression, staring at him with big eyes, heard the words, lost for more than ten seconds, and became aggrieved.
She looked up at him grievously, her ruddy lips deflated, and her eyes were wet. The next second, the crystal tears contained a circle: "Lu Jiaheng..."
Lu Jiaheng's heart is soft and crisp.
Chuchi called him, pitifully, tears rolled down in the blink of an eye.
She shed nonsense with tears: "I teach you to read disciples rules, don't want me..."
"..."
Lu Jiaheng was a bit crying and laughing, he sighed, raised his hand, the index finger knuckle gently wiped off the tears in the corner of her eyes, holding the person on his lap and hugged in his arms: "I am funny, I want you to want you, first Baby is so good."
Chuchi blinked his eyes, rubbed his palms on his hands, and raised his arms around his neck.
His head rubbed against his chest for a while, and he raised his head again, his red eyes staring straight at him.
The light from the streetlights and car lights outside the window was shining brightly into her eyes.
Lu Jiaheng pursed her lips and looked at her, nobody moved.
Her arm pressed down, hooked his neck down, and the man sat on his lap straight up, the small neck stuck, kissing his lips.
Lu Jiaheng was taken by surprise and was taken aback by her.
Her lips were hot, her breath was breathing, she clumsily held the lip of his lower lip, and the soft, soft tip of her tongue licked everywhere indiscriminately.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head and clasped her shoulders with one hand, his head backed away, pulling away the distance.
The lips and tongue were apart, and the tip of her tongue was still spitting out, with saliva, crystallized.
Chuichi looked at him blankly.
In the taxi, the driver's line of sight swept through the rearview mirror intentionally or unintentionally.
Lu Jiaheng stared at him calmly, and gave him a cold look from the rearview mirror.
The driver hurriedly took back his eyes.
Lu Jiaheng raised her hand, pressed her head, and buckled her small head to her shoulder: "Let's get home soon after lying down for a while."
"I don't want it." Chuchi mumbled, squeezing his neck in dissatisfaction with him, trying to lift it.
He was so strong that she tried hard and was still pressed tightly. At first, he died quickly, biting down on the side of his neck, and won’t let go.
Lu Jiaheng sighed, rubbed her hair, and coaxed her in a low voice: "At first, don't bite, I'm in pain."
The first puppy seemed to have listened to it too, slowly, reluctantly loosening his mouth. Two seconds later, the soft and soft tongue reached the place where she had been bitten before, soothing and delicate. Swipe across, licking inch by inch.
Lu Jiaheng stiffened, grasping her five fingers behind her head and tightening.
She was buried in his neck, and the little black head was not honest for a moment, rubbing back and forth, kissing and licking all the way up the side of the neck, along the chin, and the skin behind the ear.
She kissed for a while, then stopped, muttering in his ears with a gooey gossip, laughing foolishly, saying enough, and putting the lips together again, licking bites clumsily.
Lu Jiaheng clasped her hands with one hand behind her head, looking straight ahead, licking her lips, trying to suppress the breath.
Less than an hour's drive, like a century has passed.
As soon as the taxi stopped, Lu Jiaheng pulled Zhang from the wallet and handed it over. Without waiting for money, he directly opened the door and got off the car.
The wind was cold at night, and he shrank his shoulders at first, raised his head, and his two short legs wandered twice, automatically obeying his waist.
Lu Jiaheng held her on the elevator, she was holding him, and her lips were looking from the ear to her lips, like a chick waiting to feed, eagerly searching for something in his mouth.
He gasped heavily, and with a bang, the elevator doors slowly opened.
Lips and teeth entangled, Lu Jiaheng reached out the key with one hand, opened the door, and flashed in.
With the sound of "Bang", the door of the room was hit, followed by the muffled sound of the physical body hitting the door panel.
Lu Jiaheng supported her back with one hand, to prevent her from being hit by pain, and pressed the person against the door panel heavily, the breathing sound was very heavy.
Like a frog boiled in her warm water, she played all the way slowly.
Slowly, it's even more grueling.
The nerves are almost broken.
His offensive was fierce and fierce, like a wild beast that was agitated. By comparison, she had just looked like a playhouse for children.
At first, he tilted his head slightly slightly and accepted it with difficulty, lips and teeth entangled, and saliva flowing too late to swallow down the corners of her lips.
For a long time, he let go of her lips, the tip of his tongue hooked the water off the corner of the girl's lips.
Her coat fell to the ground long ago. Lu Jiaheng turned her into the house and walked to the bedroom, swaying, and the clothes fell all the way, revealing the girl's thin white shoulders and slim waist.
Lu Jiaheng leaned over and knelt beside the bed on one knee, placing the person on the soft bed.
The moonlight poured down the window, the light was gloomy and dark, on the dark gray bed sheet, the girl was lying naked on the top, the skin exposed on the outside was shockingly white, the long hair spread out, the wet eyes were red, and he looked at him confused .
Like a sacrifice that was sent to the altar, it was like a demon who came to his blood and charm his mind.
He bowed his head and kissed her, down his delicate chin, pressed his neck down and sucked the rose-colored tip.
At first, the whole person trembles, raising his arms around his neck, holding his head tightly, and sending his soft body up, groaning vaguely, as if whimpering for help.
Alcohol fermented, her consciousness was hazy and vague, Ruinuo's throat was crying, and he called his name, "Lu Jiaheng..."
He was dumb: "I'm..."
At the beginning, Hakuchi cried awkwardly, his legs clattered around his waist in a disorderly and helpless way, weeping, and pinched his fingertips into his shoulders, "Uncomfortable... Lu Jiaheng... I am uncomfortable..."
Lu Jiaheng supported the bed with both hands, raised his head, and kissed the tears falling from the corner of her eyes.
There was a lingering sweat dripping on his forehead, his teeth were bitten tightly, and the line of his jaw was tight.
Every sound she called him was like a string strung on his heart, tightening slowly, inch by inch.
She is sin and the only redemption.