There was a noise at the bathroom door, and Song Heng hurriedly put the raincoat into the drawer.
After a while, Lu Xinting came out wrapped in a bath towel and saw Song Heng sitting on the edge of the bed a little awkwardly, with his hands and feet not knowing where to put them. She was surprised, "What are you doing sitting there?"
Something strange flashed across Song Heng's eyes, but his expression remained calm, "Waiting for you."
Lu Xinting walked to the sofa, "Come here and blow dry my hair."
After hearing this, Song Heng stood up and walked to her side, picked up the hair dryer and dried her hair.
His fingers ran through her long, soft hair. Song Heng stared at her hair in trance, and accidentally hooked her hair, causing her pain.
Lu Xinting said "Ah", turned her head to look at him, and complained.
Song Heng didn't hear clearly and turned off the hair dryer, "What's wrong?"
He didn't seem to realize that he was hurting her.
"What are you thinking about? Absent-minded?"
Song Heng's expression was slightly startled, his Adam's apple swallowed, "It's nothing."
Lu Xinting reached out and grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and looked close to his face, "Something's wrong with you today, are you worried?"
Facing her suspicious eyes, Song Heng quickly looked away, "No."
"Tell me, what's going on?"
This man's face was silent, but Lu Xinting could see through him at a glance, and Song Heng also realized that he couldn't lie in front of her.
I can't pretend anymore, so I just get started.
Song Heng grabbed Lu Xinting's chin, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Lu Xinting was caught off guard by the kiss, and realized that he wanted to use kiss to escape the problem, so she reached out to push his chest.
Song Heng quickly grabbed her wrist, held the back of her head with his other hand, and kissed her more deeply.
Lu Xinting was wrapped by his hot lips, and her body was gradually ignited.
Parting breathlessly, Lu Xinting was disturbed by the kiss and couldn't think. She opened her slightly red and swollen lips and said, "You today..."
Song Heng's slightly calloused hands touched her face, and his voice was low and hoarse, "I want you."
Lu Xinting looked at him blankly and was silent for a moment. Unable to resist his teasing, she lay back on the sofa and said, "Then do it."
Song Heng wanted to go in directly, but she suddenly remembered and clamped her long legs on his waist, "No, I'm in danger today. I've run out of what I had at home. You prepare that..."
Song Heng paused, his eyes darkened, "Ready."
"Go get it."
Song Heng picked her up and said, "Let's go to bed."
Lu Xinting circled his neck, and her long black hair was scattered on the man's strong arms. During the few steps towards the big bed, she looked up at the man's cold and hard jaw, shrouded in the dim and ambiguous light, which was particularly sexy.
Her cheeks were a little hot and her heartbeat couldn't stop accelerating. She had to admit that although this man was not stunning, he was very attractive. Even in the past few years, he was still very attractive to her.
After Lu Xinting was placed on the bed, the man's tall and broad body covered her, casting a shadow over her.
The hot kiss fell again, from her neck to her collarbone, and then to her chest...
One is heavier than the other, leaving a string of ambiguous traces.
Lu Xinting's eyes were filled with mist, and her eyes were obviously blurry, but she did not forget to remind the man who set her on fire, "Pay attention to the measures."
Song Heng reached out and took out the small package from the drawer, took it in his mouth and tore it open. He put it on while staring at the passionate Lu Xinting.
Lu Xinting bit her lip and looked away. She didn't know why, but she felt that Song Heng was particularly profound and attractive tonight.
So much so that the moment she entered, she felt a shock to her soul.
He leaned down, and his heavy breathing fell on Lu Xinting's ear, one after another, endless...
When he reached the peak of desire, Song Heng was sent to the deepest part, and he was buried in her body for a long time.
That night, Song Heng wanted her several times.
A box of small packages has been used up.
In the end, Lu Xinting collapsed in his arms from exhaustion and said in a blur of consciousness, "Take me to the bathroom..."
"Just sleep like this."
Lu Xinting protested softly, her throat hoarse, "I want to take a shower."
Song Heng coaxed her, "I want to be in there, so why don't I take a shower?"
"Not good." Lu Xinting muttered unhappily, "You don't care about hygiene."
"Xinxin." Song Heng held her tightly in his arms, "Let me do it once."
Lu Xinting didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, so she said vaguely, "Okay, you have to remember, I'm letting you go this time."
"Yes, I remember." Song Heng kissed her blushing cheek and repeated in a low voice, "I will definitely remember."
…
Gu Zhiyin went to the project and picked up Yanyan from school.
Kindergarten ended at four o'clock. When Gu Zhiyin went there, the kindergarten teacher held Yanyan and looked at the door.
"Go and bring Yanyan up." Gu Zhiyin sat in the car and ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes, Mr. Gu."
The driver, Xiao Chen, got out of the car and talked with the kindergarten teacher. The teacher looked regretfully at the expensive car parked on the roadside and handed the banquet to Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen opened the back seat door respectfully, Yanyan got in and saw the man sitting on the side, "Dad."
"Yeah." Gu Zhiyin picked him up with one hand and held him on his lap.
"The teacher said you got into a fight with someone?"
Yanyan's face visibly stiffened, and she lowered her head in annoyance, "He pushed me first."
Gu Zhiyin pinched his chin and raised it, "Did you win the fight?"
Yanyan blinked her eyes, "Yeah!"
Gu Zhiyin looked at him calmly and asked, "Why did I push you?"
"For the painting, the teacher chose mine instead of his."
"Any more?"
Yanyan thought for a moment, "He likes to play with his deskmate, but his deskmate won't play with him."
"What does it have to do with you?"
"His deskmate always pesters me." Yanyan frowned.
"Girl?"
"Um."
Gu Zhiyin's face remained calm, "Which girl?"
Yanyan shook her head, "I don't know."
Yanyan is usually very quiet in school. When others come to him, he tends to ignore them.
But there are a lot of girls who want to play with him. The teacher organizes games, and those girls always want to be in a group with him.
He didn't even remember the girl's name, what she looked like, and he had no impression of her.
"Your name is Liu Xinhan?" Gu Zhiyin suddenly asked.
"It seems..." Yanyan raised her head, "Dad, how do you know?"
Yanyan looked at Gu Zhiyin, and her expression suddenly changed.
I saw my old father opening his schoolbag at some point and taking out a pink letter.
Gu Zhiyin raised the pink paper and said, "Isn't it written on it?"
A little girl of three or four years old, who could not write yet, drew two little figures holding hands, and also drew a few little hearts, with her name crookedly written on it.
"Why do I have this in my schoolbag?"
Gu Zhiyin was funny, "You ask me?"
Yanyan was stunned. He guessed that the girl secretly put it in.
"I'll call your mother." Gu Zhiyin immediately took out his cell phone.
Yanyan hurriedly grabbed her father's sleeve and said, "Please, don't tell mom."
Gu Zhiyin looked at her son's pleading eyes and laughed, "I asked her where she was and picked her up for dinner."
Yanyan let go of her hand in embarrassment out of trust in her old father.
"Where is Ning Ning?"
Mu Ning was attending a new product launch conference, which had just ended.
"I will pick you up."
"Okay, I'll wait for you at the venue and call me when you get there."
Gu Zhiyin was about to hang up the phone when she suddenly said lightly, "Oh, by the way, Yanyan is in love, and he even fights over the little girl."
