Chapter 60: Episode 62: The Bright Moon Pillow, Chapter 63: Huai'an Returns

Episode 62
Her hands seemed to be shaking. Even the first button on his shirt had never been undone, as if it was a knot.
Saying yes, but not sure? Lu Youyan, it's not too late to run away now.
With his eyes sinking, he clenched her hand and forced her to unbutton him.
She was so embarrassed that, under his traction, her hand slid down to his warm and strong chest to unlock his remaining buttons.
He was not an impatient person, but he felt that patiently taught her to polish. He leaned over to her face and sucked on her earlobe. The action immediately made her gasp.
Biting lightly or heavily on the ear beads, he said suddenly: "It's impossible, just tear it off."
She could imagine his gloomy eyes, as if to trap prey. You Yan just felt that a heart was about to jump out. He didn't give her any time to hesitate, hugged her and hugged her, striding into his bedroom. He took a soft bed, and his tall body fell over.
The helpless pain was accompanied by the burning, and through his hands, the beautiful devil-like hands swallowed her.
"Xiaobai" she shivered to hide.
With light sweat on his forehead, in the darkness, he squinted his eyes and stared at her underneath. She couldn't drive in, she was so suffocated, just like the night when she was delivered to him four years ago, the night full of horror but enthusiasm.
That person, did she treat her like this, her here, everything she has.
The burning fire rekindled my heart.
The movements became more frantic.
The pain made her frown, but soon, a strange feeling came quietly with the shameful voice, so she couldn't help swallowing and biting his shoulders.
Frenzied to the extreme, the sound of waves crashing out of the window outside the window, at the moment, like a fireworks blooming in the night sky, the intense joy instantly drowned her and him.
"Little white." She screamed lowly, blooming to the extreme under him.
The close face, her tears, wet his eyes at the same time.
"Speak well." He kissed her forehead as usual, her moon-like eyebrows, her tear-wet eyes, over and over again.
When the salty liquid reached the mouth, his teeth licked the tip of his tongue. He tasted it before swallowing his belly.
Somehow the wind blows the curtains away.
Deeper.
The moonlight came in and reflected on her face, ceramic white and quiet.
Like a child, she fell asleep in his arms.
Four years and more than a thousand days and nights, she and him, once again, sleep on a bright moon.
I don't know how many times I asked her, only to know she was crying for mercy, and he let her go. She soon fell into sleep with tiredness, and again, left him.
His eyes were cold, but he gently stroked her forehead to wipe the sweat off her.
She slept well. But he couldn't sleep all the time, and he felt tired and exhausted.
Reached out to paint her eyebrows. The pair of eyebrows that she loved the most, like the light of the moonlight, entangled in her heart for a long time. It feels like forever.
forever and always? He realized what he was thinking, and his eyes darkened quickly. Between them is just what he once thought. Gaze fell on the bedside table with the things in it. He was useless tonight, he was released in her body again and again.
It's crazy! If she became pregnant and betrayed him, how could she have a flesh for him!
He doesn't really like children. Those days I spent with my elder brother are unforgettable. Such a small child has to make a living on his own. They all say that Gu's family business is big, but that's not their home. They are just illegitimate children who can't stand on the table.
Cut off the memories, he got up and walked to the window, burning a cigarette.
Unable to sort out how she feels about her.
Hate, and love.
He took a few sips of cigarettes and looked back at her.
Finally, he made a decision.
This decision is longer than every decision he made in the past, and he never hesitates to talk about business. He thought about it all night, but decided that it was done.
He picked up the phone on his desk and wrote a message:
Huai An, when you come back, let's talk about something.
The phone suddenly rang.
"President Gu, haven't you rested yet?"
The charming voice over there made him frown slightly, "Since you know it's time for a break, still calling?"
The man horrified: "It's embarrassing. I just want to ask President Gu what else can I do besides cutting off the power?"
"Why are the people on the property management side as capable as you?" He asked faintly, and cut off the phone.
Go to her, and touch her face with her fingers.
It was he who cut off the electricity.
It's dark, to make her give up all caution. He was never a gentleman.
She raised her eyebrows. Did she encounter any good things in her sleep?
"Little white." The voice was clear and there was a light smile on her lips.
The corner of his mouth felt a hint of smile, and his lips were slowly printed on her.
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It turned out that she knew that she liked Chi Huan, knowing that she came back because Chi Ma was married, knowing that he was only the second love in her heart, and he was still stupid enough to give her another chance. Willing to torture each other.
It was rainy that year, and the person who came out of the crowd to cover the drawing for him was not someone else, it was her. That year, because it was determined that he was "poor" and that the person who bought him food every day for excuses was not someone else, it was her. That year, because he suspected that he was still trapped in the hotel of the fire and ran away, he ran back to find him not someone else, or she.
And that year, between them, it seemed that she was the first person to move, otherwise, it was him.
The kiss, before it was finished, her frown, wriggling lips, seemed to slang.
The voice gradually became clearer: Brother Chi, what should I do.
It turns out that this is the most sincere word in your dream? !
Chapter 63: Huai'an Returns
He looked at her like that, Hitomi turned grey, and the cell phone resting on the table suddenly trembled slightly.
Walked over and answered.
"Bai, my journey is over, tomorrow's plane. Do you miss me?" The soft voice of the woman came from the end of the phone. Finally, she paused before she said those words.
"How do you think I answer?"
"Think, OK."
A little bit coquettish and a little pleading, unlike Zhou Huaian, who is usually capable.
"Okay." He gave her a positive answer.
Laughter stretched across that, and it looked bright and moving through a thin cell phone.
"Can President Gu be at heart, is there anything more honorable than that?" After the meal there was a sweeter smile, "I've always wondered why you have a crush on that city, these days , Walked in the company of your friend Carmon, I think I understand. The place is too pure, there is a feeling of sitting and watching Yuncun Yunshu. "
"Kamon said that you had planned immigration. If you were to be honored, Bai, I hope that in the future I will have the honor to accompany you to live with you."
"Wai'an, I won't go to that city all my life."
There was a silent voice on the other end of the phone. Wyan was smart and probably guessed something.
Soon, her laughter came again, "Okay, there are still many places in the world where we can settle down. North America, Europe, South Africa, President Gu, lend me your big secretary to use it, these days are tired Yes, although my car was left at the airport, but I do n’t want to drive, can she let me pick me up at the airport the next day?

"Sorry, Linda cannot lend you."
On the other side, the voice was silent for a long time, and Huai An said angrily, "It doesn't matter, I drive it myself"
"You just don't welcome me as a driver for you?" He smiled slightly, interrupting her.
"You!" Annoyed there, but also frowned.
"Wai'an," he paused, and said, "have you received my message?"
"Well, you said in your message that you wanted to talk to me about something."
He was silent for a while, Fang said, "Come back. No matter what, this business trip hopes you will start happily and end successfully."
"Okay, see you later."
Ending the call, Gu Yebai lit a cigarette again.
In bed, Jo Mo was having a nightmare and was crying in pain.
He looked indifferently, he didn't know what she had dreamed of, whether it was Chi Yan, or a strong self against her, but it had nothing to do with him.
From beginning to end, it was just his wishful thinking. Ridiculous.
Pushing the cigarette into the ashtray, he walked out of the bedroom naked, no longer attached.
Waking up with your eyes open, and gazing at smallpox for a minute, a long time in two minutes, my mind was still a bit slow.
These high-end and exquisite decorations around are not her own pighouse. She used to dream too much of her reunion before, but yesterday she sat up abruptly and looked at herself in the quilt with disbelief, plus countless greens The purple marks, all last night, flashed in front of them very clearly, not a dream
His frantic kiss and the possessive touch of her suddenly trembled with shame.
The pillow next to it was empty. She probed in the past, there was no temperature, and she felt a sense of relief at the same time. It was also good, a lot less embarrassing.
Thinking of the clothes still hanging in the bathroom, she randomly picked up the sheets and wrapped them around, and was about to walk out of the bedroom quietly, but was pinched by something under her feet. She was a little hesitant and looked down, but found a brown wallet.
That was her wallet.
Why is it here? Should her bag be in the guest room? She thought, suddenly the corner of her eyes fell on the front sofa, and her bag was there.
He brought it in.
Maybe it was accidentally dropped when it was brought in. He probably didn't see it, he didn't know if he saw it.
She thought, putting the wallet back in her bag.
When he left the door, he was about to turn towards the bathroom.
In the downstairs hall, he has been neatly dressed, and today is a pure black handmade suit. At the table, he frowned, holding the cup in one hand and looking through the papers in one hand.
He heard the sound and passed his gaze.
She blushed and looked at him dumbly.
"Don't move." His voice was low.
He said the same thing last night when the room was full of darkness. His words always made her feel inexplicably relieved—thinking of yesterday's events, her ears were burning.
His figure disappeared.
When she reacted, a tall, tall figure had reached her.