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Chapter Forty Seven

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    In the evening, Jiang Ying studied several cases of the same type, and her mind was a little knotted, and she couldn't sleep, so she simply went to the sofa in the lobby to watch the video and waited for Meng Jingshu to come back.

    He opened the door to see her waiting, his eyes were full of surprises, without saying a word, he directly hugged her and brought her back to the big bed in the room.

    People followed suit.

    But no matter how handsome this man is, he still came back from the dinner party, which is unbearable.

    Jiang Ying stepped on his chest with her foot and forcibly stopped him.

    "Go take a shower, go take a shower!"

    He was drunk, half drunk, his cold brows and eyes were slightly reddish, and when he looked at people, there was a touch of color.  Or just looking at her.

    He suddenly held her slender ankle, lowered his head and kissed her instep.

    Feeling moist, hot and soft to the touch, Jiang Ying shivered, feeling that her whole body was being bitten by ants.  With a half-smile, he grabbed her feet and wanted to do something wrong.

    "Oh, you" Jiang Ying kicked her feet and discussed with him in a low voice, "You take a shower first, wait, wait for me okay?"

    He pushed his limits: "We still need a tie."

    ""

    He began to undress.

    "That `s a deal!"

    He laughed miserably, scratched the soles of her feet, and finally went to the bathroom.

    Jiang Ying wants to cry but has no tears.

    While waiting for him to take a shower, various fragments flashed through her mind.

    When I was in college, there was a frenzy of adult videos in the dormitory. At that time, the environment was still relaxed and there were a lot of resources, so they were able to enrich their knowledge.  So now he wants to play other tricks, she can't accept it

    But it's just too magical

    High school was the stage when she frequently dreamed about Meng Jingshu, but her imagination at that time was very pure. For a long time, Meng Jingshu was just a handsome young man in her heart, approachable but not obscene.

    So how did all this happen?

    ? Over the past few years, they have had a casual friendship. They thought that there would be no more intersections, but somehow they started such a relationship overnight, and it went deeper and deeper.

    Jiang Ying was addicted to it, but couldn't help but wonder if it was just fate playing a joke on them.

    It was her obsession that became a demon, creating an illusion.

    He even said that he loves her

    The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, and Jiang greeted the call.

    Seeing the notes on the screen, Jiang Ying's mind cleared up in a second.  Her scalp was tense, thinking that she was going to die anyway, she gritted her teeth and connected.

    "Hey, why are you still up so late?"

    When Meng Jingshu came out, she heard her soft voice, and immediately frowned.

    The other end of the phone said: "Late bird! I am here at eleven o'clock in the morning."

    Meng Jingshu couldn't hear the content on the phone clearly, only heard that it was a man, and then saw Jiang Ying pursed his lips and smiled: "Oh, so it is like this"

    Intimate particle words.

    His brows sank, his voice was a few degrees colder, and he asked her, "Who is it?"

    He deliberately did not control the volume to ensure that the person on the other end of the phone could hear it.

    Sure enough, the other side asked: "Why are you talking!"

    Jiang Ying didn't get angry, took a look at Meng Jingshu, and said to the phone: "It's the voice of the TV!"

    Meng Jingshu came over and grabbed her wrist tightly, and asked again in a low voice with a cold face: "Who?"

    Jiang Ying glared, and directly showed him the call page.

    It's Xu Jiahong.

    He let go.

    Jiang Ying endured Xu Jiahong's complaints from bullets and bullets, and said helplessly: "It's no use telling me these things"

    Meng Jingshu was still gloomy beside her, like a monitor.  Jiang Ying bumped him away angrily, walked to another room and dragged him away.

    Xu Jiahong naturally asked her to tell her about Huang Yanfei.  In the past two months, he has expressed his friendship openly and secretly, and the two of them have remained in a tepid state. He still wants to wait until he returns to China to launch a full-scale attack.  Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, things will change.

    Huang Yanfei had been indifferent to him for a few days, but today he finally showed his cards.  He was not reconciled, and after questioning hard, he found out that Jiang Ying was playing a role in it. He was so angry that he beat him to the ground without checking the time.

    After scolding him a few times, the guilt in Jiang Ying's heart was gone, and he yelled back angrily: "Did I not help you or say good things to you?  If she doesn't like you, she just doesn't like you! It's going to rain, my mother is going to marry, what can I do!"

    Momentum is something that ebbs and flows,nbsp; "Don't sleep."

    Meng Jingshu grabbed her hand and pulled it hard. Jiang Ying fell into his arms and was pinned on his lap.

    He said: "You promised me."

    Jiang Ying pretended to be stupid: "What?"

    He kissed her from the neck down, and his voice became hoarse: "You promised."

    Half drunk but not drunk, I remember quite clearly.

    Jiang Ying smiled and put his arms around his neck.

    His enthusiasm is always flammable, and a short kiss is the primer.

    Jiang Ying was picked up by the volley and quickly fell into a soft place, but it was too fast.

    "Why are you on the sofa."

    He sucked the kiss hard, keeping his hands incessantly: "There is no reason."

    Just remembering that she came to him when he was sick, took his temperature in the middle of the night, accompanied him to the hospital, was too tired to open his eyes the next day, and remembered to change his bedding, and then curled up on this sofa to take a nap in the morning.

    On that warm autumn day, the sun shone in through the window screens, and her long hair spread behind her back was covered with a hazy golden light.

    He will never forget the mood of that day in his life.

    ""

    Jiang Ying only feels hot

    He turned on the floor heating at home, and he didn't feel anything on the bed, but the sofa was short, she rubbed the thick sofa cushion, and moved it again, it was really hot.

    After about three to five minutes, he picked her up.

    Just as Jiang Ying wanted to fulfill his promise to push him down, he felt that his hand was cut back to the back, and there was something more, which became tighter and tighter.

    "" She was sweating slightly, "Why is there a tie here?"

    Meng Jingshu put his arms around her half body and looked over her to see the situation behind. It was also his first time playing this game, and he had no skills, so he was studying hard for fear of strangling her.

    He is also hot, but because of eagerness.  The visual effect is strong, his breathing is getting heavier and heavier, but his hands are orderly.

    "Just now, I brought it in from the balcony." He said gruffly.

    ""

    A washable tie that is quite strong.

    "Are you drunk or not?"

    He chuckled lightly: "You can try."

    Jiang Ying was transferred in a different direction in a daze, he looked up at her from below,

    "You come."

    ""

    ? It turns out that what he meant by "more" earlier was not a complement, but a union.

    He deliberately tormented her, making things difficult for her.

    Jiang Ying couldn't bear it, and called him in a crying voice: "Meng Jingshu"

    He heard the sound and looked up, startled.

    I have never seen him like this before. His temples are wet, his face is red, his thin lips are full of blood, and his eyes are as if possessed by a demon.

    That night, they entangled until very late.  Jiang Ying was extremely tired physically, but excited.

    ? Meng Jingshu died down and became gentle and pure.  He didn't want to fall asleep, and stroked her hair and cheek over and over again.

    He asked: "Jiang Ying, why are you so far away from me?"

    She said: "I am in your arms."

    "It's still far away," he said.

    She whispered: "I don't know" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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