Chapter 8: . Ex-girlfriend of White Lotus (8)

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The crystal-encrusted chandeliers twirled like vines illuminate the bright room, making the room bright and bright like the day.
Lin Lang leaned against the window to read.
Bean's raindrop hit the glass window, making a dull impact. There was heavy rain outside, and the dark sky was extremely low. The old housekeeper who loves to be infatuated is worried about the newly transplanted clusters of Huang Ditang.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
"Young, young master?"
Standing outside the door was a soaked young man with messy hair covering his pale face, like a homeless wanderer, gloomy, depressed and desperate.
The old man looked distressed and died, and quickly asked him how he did it.
But he pressed his lips and said nothing, his eyes fixed on the ground.
The vision is blurred, I do not know whether it is rain or tears.
Until the floor covered with soft blankets, someone stepped on a pair of snow-white feet, accompanied by a slight sigh, which gradually warmed the boy's body frozen by heavy rain.
The large and soft towel covered the teenager's head, and the fragrance of roses was faintly floating, just like the girl's warm and full eyes.
What followed was her relentless reprimand.
"Jiang Qiyun, don't you have a brain, right? It's such heavy rain and thunder, you won't find a place to avoid it again?" The girl poked his head with a finger.
She may not know that she looks so angry, so bright and moving.
Carefully, he rubbed his hands with a towel and slowly touched her. The other party was in a rage and did not notice his small movements. Later, he became more daring and took advantage of his height to embrace the petite girl in his arms.
Tight, there is no gap.
He wanted to do this early in the morning.
That Miaoman's curve gradually became clear, especially the chest, like a ball of soft cotton.
Can not help but hug tighter.
"you……"
She blushed to push away the shameless man, but he buried her face on her shoulders and necks and wept lowly.
So, the hand raised high, hesitating, could not bear, and finally fell to his back with a soothing gesture, patting lightly, like coaxing the injured child.
"obedient……"
In the bedroom, the teenager fell asleep quietly, with a sweet smile on his white face, as if dreaming of something pleasant. A bright red knot was tied to his slender wrist, which was asked by Lin Lang when he returned the temple last time.
Even when I was with the hostess, I didn't pick it up.
Lin Lang sat on the edge, gently squeezing her fingers through the hair of Juvenile Cyan, moving gently and gently. This little devil, willing to remove her gritty claws in order to stay beside her, is now more docile and clever than the newborn cub.
But without sharp weapons, what can you do to protect yourself?
"Good night, Yunyun." She leaned over and burned a shallow kiss on her forehead.
It was a sign of prey.
You can't escape.
The thick and thin eyelashes of the teenager panicked and continued to pretend to be asleep.
Lin Lang mouth slightly hooked.
Jiang Qiyun returned to the Jiang family. The happiest was the old housekeeper. The rebellious child in his eyes seemed to grow up a lot overnight and became mature and sensible.
In the second half of the school year, Jiang Qiyun entered the key high school with the highest score in the province, and continuously skipped grades. He made an exception to participate in the college entrance examination. With a five-year age difference, he went to the same university as his step sister. He was shining throughout the entire body and was highly sought after by the media, and was repeatedly mentioned.
There was light on Father Jiang's face, and he no longer pursued his previous affairs.
In an instant, it was Jiang Qiyun's 18th birthday.
Father Jiang said he would do a big job for him, but refused.
He had already selected the person who celebrated his birthday.
Under the dim street lamp, the teenager leaned his back on the electric pole, and the smoky woolen scarf held the delicate face, and the eyelashes twitched slightly, like the ink wings of a butterfly. He sighed softly and quickly formed a white mist in the cold air.
Slender fingers were full of anxiety to dial the string of numbers.
The waiting time seems to be over a century.
"Sister, it's me."
Before he could rejoice, he heard the voice of sorry across from him.
"Well, it's okay, it's really okay, you're busy, my classmates will help me celebrate."
"Okay, that's it, bye."
Jiang Qiyun couldn't hide her disappointment. She missed her birthday for the second time.
Probably really too busy?
He desperately tried to find a reason for Lin Lang, but sometimes, reality did not allow him to deceive himself.
Peeling the shell of the lie, the wound has not yet scabed.
He stopped.
A pair of lovers stood on the sparkling riverside.
The girl closed her eyes, hugged in the arms by a tall boy, and kissed gently with her head down. Her waist was so slender that it shattered like a crystal, and her long black hair fluttered gently in the wind.
Everything is beautiful and incredible.
There was fine snow falling in the sky, and the cold melted away in the eyebrows.
The teenager turned away without expression.
The snow was stained with light scarlet.
It's nothing.
It's really nothing.
It was just cheated again.
Until late at night, a car drove into the Jiang family.
"So, good night."
Lin Lang reached out and said goodbye to the broken hair in her ear, her eyes were like autumn waves, her red lips were gorgeous, and she became more and more confused under the lights.
The angel is so beautiful that it becomes a demon that deceives all beings.
She had just turned around, the man made three steps and made two steps, the warm body covered, the ape arm stretched out, the man hugged and kissed from behind.
"Well--"
Lin Lang's low exclamations were engulfed by all but couldn't resist, so she clung to the other's chest softly, letting her lovers ask for it gently.
The man who loved the horse did not find it, but the kissed person slowly opened his eyes, calm expression, how could he be half confused?
The glazed glass eyes reveal a touch of faint blue, like a phosphorous fire floating in the night, beautiful and unreal, but deadly.
In this pose, she easily captured the figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor.
He seemed to be stunned, with one hand still holding the curtain.
Unexpectedly saw this intimate scene-his beloved is in the arms of others.
The opportunity came just right.
Lin Lang glanced at a glimmer of light.
"Lin Lang, I love you." The lover's fingers rubbed her cheeks, full of deep affection, and said sincerely, "Marry me, will you? I will use the rest of my life to cherish and cherish you!"
Lin Lang just smiled.
Although the distance is a bit far, the intentional person can still distinguish the voices of the two.
Don't.
Don't marry him.
Please, don't leave me behind.
I must obediently listen to you, it doesn't matter if I lie, I will pretend not to know. So please, don't promise him.
I will be crazy, really crazy.
The nail was embedded in the palm of the hand, and the young man upstairs stared at the delicate girl. She first tilted her head, staring at the man seriously, and waited for the person to be tense. The man's eyebrows, "Without flowers and without rings, you want to abduct people? Thinking beautiful!"
The man was stunned for a while, then exuded, and asked several times in disbelief, "So, you promised to marry me? God, am I, am I dreaming? Lin Lang, quick, quick Pinch me! Tell me, this is not a dream! "
He whirled in surprise and smiled round his mouth.
Chen Qingli has always been sane and calm in front of people. Only when intimacy is a little out of control, let alone now, he can't control himself to calm down.
Lin Lang was amused by his reaction, his eyebrows bent, and his nose was touched intimately.
"fool."
The man was obviously mad with joy, and rushed up, hugged people up and down the plateau, circle after circle, without feeling tired.
The girl's skirt fluttered in the fine snow.
In the cold night of severe winter, laughter spread far away.
Jiang Qiyun slowly loosened his clenched fists, the white carpet ran through a pool of blood, and the strong smell spread.