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Chapter 893: Chemical law
Chapter 893: Chemical law
Chapter 893: Chemical law
In the living room, beer bottles fell all over the floor. During the period, Rong Xiaoshan went out to buy twice, and now the empty boxes are stacked on the floor-to-ceiling window.
Rong Xiaoshan was drunk, and he kept talking about the fun he hadn’t played for a long time. He got up and touched the toilet in Cui Xian’s house, urinated, and then slowly slipped and fell on the sink. On the ground, sleep soundly.
The ears seemed to fill the living room, Ge Jingqiu laughed and cursed, "You lose! Drink! Donuts? Donuts?"
No one noticed that there was a room whose main door was closed tightly at the moment.
...
As long as it is you, anything will do.
His heart shrunk slightly, his eyes flickered, and then he lowered his head and kissed his lips hard, absorbing her sweet fragrance vigorously, and the force between his mouth and teeth was surprisingly strong, and he held her waist tightly, pressing people tightly against his arms. in.
Wei Sheng couldn't help holding out his hand to hold the placket in front of him.
The lavender jewellery box rolled down along the foot at some unknown time.
He kissed, and stood still looking at her eyes.
Her eyes flickered, shaking her fingertips, and one by one unbuttoned his shirt until she slowly revealed her vigorous and strong body. Wei Sheng's eyes flickered, and she saw that the lower ribs were already following the warp. The scar that faded away.
She stretched out her hand to caress the scar, it was the one who saved herself in the past.
Only a little bit, people will never be saved.
Calculated like this, there are almost two yin and yang separations in this life alone.
Wei Sheng took a step closer, looked up at his handsome face, stretched out his hand to ease his waistband, and then leaned against his arms, putting his hands against his back, his head lightly resting on his shoulders, no He breathed without tension, "I... ready."
"Okay." He lowered his head hoarsely and whispered in her ear.
The clothes slipped, and he showed her all in front of his eyes, his eyes could not help being dark as an abyss. With her slender body and long black hair scattered on the bed like a waterfall from her shoulders, it was enough to form a strong visual contrast. Under the bright indoor lighting, she closed her eyes tightly and lay there, as if let him take it away.
He stretched out his hand from the shoulder and wandered down, as if trying to remember every inch of her. He leaned down and kissed the pale red lips, then slowly lowered his head to reach her, she opened her mouth in shame. He turned his face and closed his eyes tightly, until he heard him whisper in his ear, "Relax."
When she opened her eyes, she turned her head to meet his eyes, the eyes seemed to suppress the flames, making her face red and hot, and she slowly relaxed a little obediently, panting vigorously with her mouth slightly open, her misty eyes Looking at him flashingly, watching him pull away his wrist clasped to his shoulder and lift it above his head.
Watching him under the dazzling light, leading her to do all the shameful things.
The toes were already curled up inadvertently.
...
"Are you ready." He pressed her forehead and looked down at her.
"Yeah." She couldn't help but respond, looking at his eyes that was almost covered by the broken hair scattered between his forehead.
He kissed her on the cheek, tentatively applied some strength to a clean and slender finger, and felt great resistance at the same time. Due to the tearing pain, she clenched her teeth suddenly, raised her head and closed her eyes tightly.
He paused, and broke through the resistance again and went one step further. She opened her mouth and pressed the voice in her throat.
He looked at her distressedly, leaned into her ear and said, "Call it out."
She lifted her lips as if she had been instructed, and the trembling voice came from her throat. Wei Sheng closed her eyes tightly, and couldn't believe that the voice came from herself.
It was even more obvious that he felt his whole person tense suddenly, his breathing became heavier, and a pair of gloomy eyes fixedly staring at her.
Two and a half years ago.
Inside a two-story English villa in San Francisco.
The door opened, and the teenager's hair came out from the door in a mess. He still held a dark pistol in his hand. The trigger ring of the pistol was only hung on his index finger, and the gun body was hanging on the side of his trousers, following his footsteps. Slowly shaking.
The boy's eyes were dull, his complexion tense, and the broken hair on his forehead was already stuck together because of the scarlet splash.
Inside the house, Yue Feng hurried out and shouted from behind him, "Cui Xian! Wait for me!"
The young man did not wait for him, but walked forward mechanically until Yue Feng walked over to his side and avoided the gun in his hand, "Are you going to take this thing out? You follow me!"
Cui Xian slowly raised his eyes to look at Yue Feng, and then followed him behind him with gloomy eyes until he got in Yue Feng's car.
Yue Feng was sitting in the driving seat, while he was sitting in the co-pilot, leaning on the window like a haggard, looking at the rows of trees passing by outside the window. After careful planning by MSS, he and Yue Feng just helped Zhou Hongxiang avoid A major loss, and at the same time blamed the matter on Yue Feng's'rival'.
In that villa, Zhou Hongxiang ordered Yue Feng to kill the opponent on the spot, and as soon as Yue Feng took the gun, Zhou Hongxiang changed his mind, causing the gun to be handed over to him.
The three of them were lying in a pool of blood, still not closing their eyes, staring at themselves closely. One of them had chatted with him the other day.
"It is inevitable to do our job," Yue Feng said quietly while driving.
Cui Xian retracted his thoughts. Yue Feng had already leaned the car to a stop on the roadside, and took out a box of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket. He took out a stick and held it in his mouth, looked sideways at Cui Xian, and carried it again. Take one out and hand it to him, "Pick one."
He looked down and saw that the smoke didn't move. Yue Feng struck a match, lit the smoke in his mouth, and threw the smoke and the match onto his lap, "Light with a match, incense and soothe the nerves."
Staring at the cigarette on his lap, the young man slowly put it in his mouth, but the hand that struck the match was trembling inadvertently. After a few strokes, it still could not be struck.
Yue Feng looked at him and smiled, stretched out his hand to take it, and drew close to his cigarette **** after it burned, "It's comfortable to take a sip, son, don't tell your mother when you go back, she has to turn my face with me. After smoking this cigarette, clean up good mood."
"Who said that I want revenge? If you want to be strong, how can you not be offended. Just...for her."
The boy's eyes flickered.
...
right now.
He held her cheek, his eyes flashed with affection, his lips slowly curled up, hoarsely, "Wei Sheng...for you."
She opened her eyes and looked at him with determination.
He slowly raised one of her legs, so that he could move more spaciously next.
She put a smile around his neck.
The iron-like object was already ready to move forward.
Just as the scarlet-burning soldering iron touched the water and followed the chemical reaction with a sizzle, the sound of the weir heard from the door, "There is no one in this house, right?"
"This room is left." Shao Bingran's voice.