Chapter 11: Sullen

If in the past, someone said that she would quicken her heartbeat to the same female, Lin Xingqing must think it must have been a joke that was not funny at all.
But at this moment, the heartbeat was loud and beyond doubt.
She, Lin Xingqing, at the age of twenty-three years old has not passed away, in a night surrounded by blooming flowers, her heartbeat accelerated towards Fang Xia, who is also a woman.
Even if the heartbeat is quicker at this moment, it does not mean that she has a passion for Fang Xia, but the information of this representative is actually very delicate.
Blame it on the person in front of me ... it's too sultry to be quiet!
Even if this person has always been a serious, normal look.
But once, twice, three times ...
If Fang Xia was n’t flicking her, Lin Xingqing dared to write the name upside down!
With such a thought in mind, what Fang Xia said after that, or what she did, was already completely overbearing, even when the hands were pulled out of the room, they were pulled back, Lisao's eyes flashed. The stunned surprise was clearly captured, and Lin Xingqing didn't pay attention to it.
It was quiet at night, after all kinds of washing, as usual, Lin Xingqing went to sleep first, and Fang Xia was on the bed. After sleeping, she slept in the same way as before, but after a few rests, she fell asleep.
Lin Xingqing, who was sleeping next to Fang Xia, finally fell into insomnia after confirming that Fang Xia was asleep.
Looking left and right, turning left and right, trying hard to endure but still moving like a caterpillar.
I don't know how long it was, or maybe it was too much. Fang Xia, who had fallen asleep for a few days and stayed still, closed his eyes tightly and sounded with a sleepy voice:
"Don't make trouble, go to sleep."
Fang Xia's regular body was slightly tossed on the side, her hand that had been stuck in the quilt holding a hot temperature ring around her waist.
Lin Xingqing: "... Fang Xia?"
"..."
In the darkness, there was silence. In the embraced posture, the two skins were close together, and the nose was almost the same fragrance of the shower dew. If they seemed to be seamless, they could even smell each other's hearts.
Too close, closer than ever.
but..
After carefully trying to get rid of fruitlessness, Lin Xingqing looked at the eyebrows and stretched out, his long hair spread out, so that with a little soft Fang Xia, after the eyelashes flickered a few times, he took a long breath and finally Closed his eyes.
"Lin Xingqing, you are my wife."
This night, this sentence was almost tossing and turning in the dream like a magic spell.

6 o'clock ~
Without an alarm clock, a powerful biological clock is enough to wake up Fang Xia, but even if the whole person is fully awake, she has not moved, just lying so quietly.
Fang Xia's hand had a strong sense of weight, and the already familiar smell was spreading between the noses, and when she turned her head slightly, a black silk was randomly placed on her hand, and the body was surrounded by the floor, The girl who was next to each other, who looked extremely clever, was raising her red lips at the moment, as if she had had a wonderful dream.
"Don't make trouble, go to sleep."
His ear sounded with a little temptation, followed by the seemingly inadvertent, but in fact Xiao thought for a long time around the waist.
Girl's waist ...
After a night of numbness, his very hands moved slightly, and the data about the size of the waist in his hand instantly passed into the brain.
It is no more than two feet long, and it can be held in the room.
Ding Lingling ~ Ding Lingling ~
When the point was clear, Ling's voice sounded unwillingly, and Fang Xia's sanity was almost caught.
Take a deep breath and quietly take back the dangerous hand that you want to get into the clothes and slowly pull out. The brows of the person in the arms are wrinkled gently, and then there are some attached rubbing pillows, and the thick eyelashes are soft and soft Little arc.
He squeezed his lips vigorously, and his mind could not help showing that she had been watching her eyes late last night, and the lips were still uncontrollably leaking a trace of joy.
Turn off the alarm clock, wash, change clothes, and walk out of the door, silently looking at the sleeping girl lightly: "Good morning, Xing Qing."
When stepping outside the door of the room, Fang Xia looked as usual.
"Miss, early."
"Early, Lisao."
"Miss, breakfast is served to you."
"Ok."
"Miss, this morning is in a good mood. Has the company discussed any big business?"
Lisao entered the house from Fang Xia at the age of four, and stayed there for more than 20 years. Although she was a servant, her affection was different from those of others, and because of this, on a bright morning, she looked at Fang Xia In the impenetrable expression, you can know Fang Xia's thoughts, and you can also tentatively chat a few words.
Fang Xia ate breakfast as elegantly as usual, and at that moment the movement could not help but slightly paused.
Are you in a good mood?
Is her performance so obvious?
Pausing for a few seconds, Fang Xia continued to eat breakfast, ending the breakfast time in a quiet, looking at Lisao, Fang Xia lightly said while wiping the corner of her mouth:
"It's not the company's business, Lisao, see you at night."
There is no redundant language description, but it is rare to respond to Lisao's topic sideways.
Lisao froze for a moment, looked at the figure and did not go back, and shook her head with a smile, her eyebrows also stretched.
4:40 pm
The office is still busy, while Gao Yun G Shang G Xiao G builds a high salary, it also represents a high-intensity work, whether it is Fang Xia or the overall company atmosphere, the same is true.
Desperate Saburo is not just about screaming.
But after reviewing a document in his hand, Fang Xia rubbed some sore neck, glanced at the time on his wrist, put down the pen silently, and began to pack up the document, ready to leave work.
Ding Lingling ~
Like the alarm clock in the morning, Fang Xia laid the last document in her hand, picked up her phone, looked at the call and reminded the mad "Young Master." Press the connect button, and sit back on the sofa. By the way, the whole person has a relaxed posture.
Compared to the quiet environment of Fang Xia, as soon as the phone is connected, you can hear the deafening music and the woman's smirk, panting, and breathing.
In that incompatibility, Fang Xia still maintained a relaxed posture, but did not speak, but just so quiet.
A few seconds later, the noisy tone in the microphone was instantly quieter, and a slightly hoarse female voice sounded.
"Hey, Fang Xia, you are a dull gourd, so boring every time, I found a very fun place today, full of excitement and atmosphere, the most important thing is that Huanfeiyan is thin, all kinds of beautiful women catch a big one Well, even if you are a dull gourd, there will definitely be someone who will give her a hug. The twenty-seven-year-old virgin, the woman, should also indulge herself. "
The one who called the young master was a woman, even though her voice was a little hoarse, but the words were rampant, random, but quite deserved of the "young master" style.
But at the beginning, she would take the title of young master so that it is not a character, but ...
"Sullen gourd, why are you still not talking? Think about how many people come to me, I don't care, I am so active, why don't you even hum."
The female voice over the microphone looked a little impatient, and at the same time, Jiao Yanyan's various female voices rang again, and it was quite emotional as accompaniment music.
But from the beginning to the end, it did not meet Fang Xia's taste. It was not before, now ... not even.
Fang Xia's palm moved slightly, and that hand could still feel the touch of rubbing the slim waist in the morning. While listening to the impatient voice in the microphone, he insisted on not looking like it. The curvature of Fang Xia's lip angle became more and more obvious A little more, in a dimly lit dimple, she gently tapped the table, in a quiet environment, so that the tapping sound was particularly loud, and Fang Xia's unhurried voice finally rang:
"Yiqian, please enjoy yourself. I won't go. Don't look for me in this kind of thing in the future. I already have a family."
"What do you enjoy yourself, is there less chance for me to enjoy it? Most of them are for you ... Trance ~ Fang Xia, you ... what do you say ... family? What family? I I do n’t know! "
"Yiqian, I am married, and wait for her to accept me more, I will put the banquet, and I will invite you at that time. It is not early, she should wait for me, I will go to work to find her, goodbye . "
"Hey, what does it mean to get married? Please invite me at the banquet? Fang Xia, aren't you and me a gangster wearing a pair of pants? How about such a big event ..."
The original mad, hoarse female voice did n’t know when to start to take it seriously. The female voices of Tsing Yan Yan disappeared completely. The only thing was that the female voice seemed quite unwilling to chatter. After that, he hung up neatly.
Sound, hang up again, sound again, hang up again.
A few times later, a text message was sent.
Flip it, it's a sentence with a strong extreme control tone that emphasizes punctuation:
Fang Xia, you guys who have love and no friendship, wait for me!
Have love without friendship?
love?
Fang Xia looked at it quietly for a while, and finally couldn't help but smirk before putting the phone in his pocket. Even after walking out of the office, the expression was finally taken back by her, but the brisk footsteps leaked like morning Her voice.
love
She likes the word.


Overnight .. good sleep.
Lin Xingqing opened his eyes, holding the phone inertia, glanced at the time on the phone. When these four words flashed in his mind, his mood was quite complicated for a time.
She was destined to suffer from insomnia. As a result, Fang Xia reached out and took her into her arms. The nose was full of familiar fragrance, and a steady and strong heartbeat could be heard on the ear.
Just yesterday I found myself facing Fang Xia's rapid heartbeat, and I slept in Fang Xia's arms sweetly at night.
This mood is simply ...
After staying in bed silently for a while, he let out a long breath, and Lin Xingqing finally went downstairs as usual.
"Miss Lin, good morning, breakfast has been burned, I told them to serve them."
"Okay thank you."
Such words are the idioms of every morning, Lin Xingqing is already used to it, the taste of breakfast is as delicious as ever. Refreshing and refreshing.
And human inertia is too easy to generate, but for a few days, Lin Xingqing has been used to this kind of life.
"Sister Li, I will go out and come back in the afternoon."
Lin Xingqing sighed silently, arbitrarily treated her long hair, while inertially followed Lisao's voice, while walking out.
"Okay, Miss Lin. When Miss went out today, she was in a good mood."
The sister-in-law Li, who would never say anything more on weekdays, was as rare as the seemingly gentle morning.
Lin Xingqing's footsteps paused slightly, resisting never turning back.
"Oh, is that so? Sister Li, I know."
Lin Xingqing, with her back to Lisao in the tone of tone that tried her best to calm down, was instantly confused.
Fang Xia is in a good mood, why is it good?
No, what does her good mood have to do with her?
It doesn't matter how, they are husband and wife.
Yuck, what a husband and wife, that's just ... just ...
Well, they are husband and wife.
But even as a couple, Fang Xia's mood can be irrelevant to her.
Well, it doesn't matter, but why is Fang Xia's mood good? Could it be because in the morning it was discovered that she did not break away from her shackles, and she slept very sweetly in her arms.
Shameless!
So secretly spurned himself, and then whether it was bright sunshine or gorgeous flowers, those were just clouds.
First floor, second floor, third floor ...
Until walking to the familiar floor, looking at the quiet and deep aisle, Lin Xingqing patted his face lightly, and finally patted Fang Xia, who is still incomparably strong in my mind, and struggling with a slightly hot face As usual, he walked to Lin Yufeng's ward.
Although Lin Yufeng said every time that she did n’t need to see her every day, Lin Xingqing seemed extremely stubborn on this point.
My father ’s life was hers. Although her words were so tender, she felt very real after Lin Yufeng became ill. Uneasy.
"dad.."
The familiar ward number, skillfully clasped the doorknob, and smiled lightly in the mouth, before the words were spoken, Lin Xingqing swallowed again.
Through a door, there was a voice coming out of the room, small and depressing, but if you listen carefully, you can blur the voice clearly.
That's Lin Yufeng's voice!
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