Chapter 43:

Yao Chen originally planned to tell Han Yanyan things at dinner. She is a girl with a strong face and a soft heart, otherwise she would not be exploited by her parents on her feet. Sold by her parents as goods, she will be sad and sad.
He thought of comforting her at the dinner table and on the road, letting her slow down, and then taking her to his place, he could then get down.
This arrangement was originally good, but the result was disrupted by Han Yanyan.
After she read the signed contracts, IOUs, and guarantees, she said nothing more, terribly silent.
The soothing remarks that Yao Chen had prepared earlier were useless. In the car, she sat opposite him, looking at the night view out the window without expression. Yao Chen was a bit afraid that she would be smashed. It would be very easy to smash someone if her emotions were too strong.
He couldn't help but say, "In fact, the bloodline thing, after you cut it off, you will find it very easy, and not as painful as you think ..."
Han Yanyan turned his head, the dark eyes in the dim carriage were dim.
For a moment, Yao Chen stood up and sat on Yao Chen's leg, blocking his mouth.
Yao Chen caught off guard and stayed for a while. When his silly open hands finally reacted, she let go of her lips when she held her waist.
"Can you shut up?" She asked.
She looked very cold, but Yao Chen's blood was all hot.
"Yes." He smiled.
She pressed it against her back and covered her lips.
The car stopped at the traffic light intersection, the driver and the co-driver's younger brother felt the shaking of the body. The rear compartment of the extended luxury car is completely closed, with an isolation baffle in the middle, which can neither see the situation nor hear the sound.
But the shaking was so obvious that the two looked at each other.
"I fuck!" Said the younger brother, "did you?"
The driver grunted.
The red light turned green, and the driver released the brakes and stepped on the accelerator to start. The younger brother said, "Slow down, slow down."
So the car drove slowly on the slow lane. Fortunately, there are fewer cars at night, which does not interfere with others.
The back compartment is humid and dim, and the glass is filled with mist condensed by the heat emitted by the human body.
Han Yanyan has many memories in the carriage. Ding Yao likes to use to relieve the sequelae of a large amount of adrenal hormones secreted to the body in a short time.
Not every time you find a suitable camping ground, many times the team can only park in the wild, everyone sleeps in the car.
The narrow space is full of moisture. The impact and sprint made the body squeak and shake, attracting two or three zombies to lie on the glass window. Han Yanyan was smashed and shattered, and Ding Yao let the thunder break and peek at the zombie. Ding Yao just laughed, he didn't.
Bad taste.
Han Yanyan could only climax under the hordes of rotten zombies.
How boring at that time. No TV, no radio, no cell phone, no computer, just have fun at night, everyone is happy. I don't know when I will die.
Han Yanyan actually thought about it many times later, how did she fall in love with Ding Yao? Look at Yao Chen, Yao Chen's various wrists to her are enough to capture an ordinary woman, and make her fall in love with him. But she didn't care about Yao Chen for half a minute.
Han Yanyan thought, because of the environment?
The environment in the last days is too special. The stress of death is suspended above the head every day, and the adrenal hormones erupt more frequently than hormones. The human heart becomes numb because it has no future. A little bit of warmth, a little sense of trust, was magnified infinitely.
She actually didn't love Ding Yao as much as she thought. What was most uncomfortable for her was that she couldn't get it out of her breath.
As for Yao Chen, is he Ding Yao? is it?
Yao Chen has always felt that in men and women, the word "fierce" can only be used on him. He did not expect that one day Han Hanyan would overturn this perception.
She peeled off the skin of the fairy, and she was really a biting goblin, fierce and fierce, as if to drain his bone marrow blood, so that she would become a fairy.
She really made it to bliss. At that moment she pulled his hand from his back of the head and suddenly let go, pressing firmly on his shoulder. The other hand around his neck scrambled for support, finally resting on the carport.
Yao Chen looked up at her, only to see that her neck had been stretched more slender because she looked up. She suffocated like this, unable to tell whether it was joy or pain. Yao Chen gasped suddenly, and for the first time synchronized with Han Yanyan.
It can't be described as inappropriate.
But at this moment of joy and happiness, Han Yanyan pulled off his shoulders. In such a quiet and confined space, Yao Chen clearly heard her whispering a name.
She murmured in his ear and shouted, "Ding Yao."
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Yao Chen: "..."
Fuck! !! !!
It's a man's name, it must be a man's name!
Yao Chen's accustomed people don't care what is true or innocent. Only this time, it is really unbearable! At that moment, he wanted to strangle Han Yanyan!
Just ... reluctant.
Yao Chen's anger and jealousy were burning more vigorously than desire! He sat on the seat, hugging the woman who was soft on his shoulders, breathing for a long time and recovering. Once the refractory period had passed, as soon as he supported the seat, holding Han Yanyan, he stood up and pressed her to the opposite seat.
The two have been recessed and not separated, and the two sports can be said to be seamless.
Yao Chen was full of anger, but also reluctant to beat and scold this fairy, so he had to turn her anger into anger and burn her!
The car was calm, and they all entered the villa where Yao Chen lived, and began to shake violently at a fast pace.
The driver felt sore.
The younger brother is more Buddhist, and gestured to the driver: "Go around, go around ..."
The car was lingering slowly in the villa area. I do n’t know how many laps it took. The driver and younger brother were a bit sleepy.
Thank goodness!
The driver yawned and parked at the door of Yao Chen's house. He didn't know what was going on inside, and he didn't dare to open the door for Yao Chen as usual. It took a while before the door opened.
Yao Chen and Han Yanyan were both dressed up, only a little in a hurry. Yao Chen told them, "It's not too early tomorrow, just wait for my call." After that, I walked into the door with Han Yanyan, or Han Yanyan.
There are courtyard lights in the yard, the driver and younger brother can see clearly, Han Yanyan's legs tremble.
When the two of them entered, they murmured for a while and drove away.
Han Yanyan's clothes were wet and sticky, and his legs were sore and trembling. Compared to the bodies of the first two worlds, this body is too weak, and you need to exercise well in the future.
"Where's the bedroom? I want to take a shower." She said tiredly as she entered the door.
Yao Chen snorted, fell to the door, and dragged her to the door.
"Ding Yao is your ex boyfriend?" He asked, pressing against the door.
Based on the premise of Han Yanyan's boyfriend, he called him "boyfriend" with a smile. This time he changed his name to "ex-boyfriend", and especially emphasized the "front".
Han Yanyan glanced at him quietly. Yao Chen has no reaction to the name "Ding Yao". Even if he is really Ding Yao, he does not have Ding Yao's memory of the last world.
She a little coldly denied: "I don't know what you're talking about. I want to take a bath." After that, I wanted to push him upstairs.
This woman pulls X and does not recognize anyone. Yao Chen laughed.
He pressed her back on the door, arms her on the door and locked her in the small space in front of her, stared at her for a while, and pressed her tongue against her cheeks. This person ’s name, I let others disappear. Tell you, there are so many ghosts in Qinghe Bay who want to ask for my life. "
When he said this, he had serious light in his eyes and was serious. A life is nothing to him. He was full of anger, and he was reluctant to smoke toward Han, only to chop the man and toss the corpse.
Qinghe Bay ...
Han Yanyan remembered. She lowered her eyes and said gently, "What do you mind if you can't see your whole life. Do you mind bringing Emily to them?"
Not really.
Yao Chen likes to tease her with Sakura Sakura, but even if Han Yanyan saw him take them out overnight, it was a faint glance. Yao Chen used to like to look at her as if she had no emotions, and found it interesting. But now he remembered, she didn't really care much about the slight glance she cast.
Suddenly it didn't taste in his heart.
Even Emily, Amay, and Ying Ying are more jealous about who they will introduce more often.
Han Yanyan relaxed and leaned against the door softly and said softly, "Don't lose your temper, my legs are shaking, and I will take a shower and go to bed. You are still not human, you will kill me. "
The words of complaining seemed to hide the compliment that made the man proud, and Yao Chen felt comfortable, seeing her tiredness, and her heart softened. He snorted, and stooped and hugged her--the way to hold a child.
Han Yanyan exclaimed, then chuckled and hugged his neck.
Men who came from the bottom and developed later often enjoy more material enjoyment than those born with a golden spoon. The large bathtub in Yao Chen's bathroom was simply extravagant.
Han Yanyan soaked his hands and feet, as if he had no bones.
But Yao Chen had no plans to let her go. Although she pressed him fiercely, although he liked him, it was not his habit to give others the upper hand. To women, he is used to conquering thoroughly.
Han Yanyan is floating in the clouds, every cell is penetrated by electric current, every pore is open for breathing. The body seemed to evaporate and freeze, finally falling heavily, penetrating through layers of clouds and mist, and falling on a large soft bed.
Her toes were tense and trembling, her consciousness was empty. The instinctual clenching of the man pressed her, and all the palms touched were sweat. Sweat slipped along the tendency of the muscles to bulge, and the skin was wet and sticky, and the bath was washed in white.
Yao Chen hugged her and turned over, letting her lie on her chest. Her eyes were out of focus, and she was completely disappointed.
He touched the bedside table, lit a cigarette, swallowed for a moment, gently stroked her back, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
There is nothing unhappy that cannot be relieved by doing one big game. If one is not enough, you can do another.
Han Yanyan said "um".
After a long time, Yao Chen had almost finished smoking a cigarette afterwards, and Han Yanyan suddenly said gently, "It feels like a dream ..."
Yao Chen held a cigarette: "Huh?"
"I always feel that my previous life is like someone else's life. It feels like ... the whole world is not right, like a fake." Han Yanyan said gently.
"Yao Chen ..." She looked up at Yao Chen and asked softly, "Do you feel that way, feel ... trapped in this world?"
Han Yanyan stared at the man without blinking, lest he miss a change in his expression.