"I can’t take time off recently … um … I’ll pick him up at the airport then … I don’t have much luggage and toys … I can buy them in Nancheng if necessary … let’s do it first."
Say that finish YuTingChuan just hung up the phone.
Song city from his tone of voice has been more or less recognized as his son.
And can ignore the call in the middle of the night.
It should be the mother.
Yu tingchuan’s ex-wife
For a moment, Song Qingcheng felt that her situation was a little like a golden house, and just now, like Mrs. huotang legally, she traced the trace of her husband who was lying in a small bed.
-digression–
Day update returned to normal.
☆ Chapter 59 Can you come to see me?
"pa-pa"
Lighter sound coming from behind.
Then Song Qingcheng smelled the smell of fresh burning tobacco.
Yutingchuan leaned there with a cigarette between his fingers and slowly licked his thin lips in his tedious thoughts, and then looked at the sleeping inside. Song Qingcheng lay on her side facing the wall, with her long hair covered with pillows, and most of her nape was exposed. She slept quietly and obedient outside, and seemed to be the shy child who stayed with Yujing.
Bite the cigarette. Yu Tingchuan leaned over and reached for it. She pulled up the quilt.
Song Qingcheng took the opportunity to turn over his costume and was awakened by his movement. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up. "What time is it?"
Can’t cover the scenery in front of you by slipping.
Her skeleton is petite, her back is thin, her shoulders should be cut, but there should be a place but it is not flat. After sleeping, some big waves curl up and her long black hair hangs down her neck, which makes her skin more white and charming.
"Forty past four"
Yutingchuan said that he wanted to put out the cigarette butt, but he couldn’t find the ashtray.
Song Qingcheng saw his intention to "wait for one"
After saying that, she pulled the collarbone and knelt up and leaned forward to open the drawer of the next cabinet.
Scattered long hair swept the man’s solid body.
Song Qingcheng rummaged through a few drawers and took out a small iron box on the peninsula. It was particularly crisp in the room when the iron sheet was lifted with one hand and touched.
"This make do first-"
Song city turned only to find that Yutingchuan was looking at himself quietly.
There was a faint smile on her lips.
For a second, Yu Tingchuan grabbed her wrist with her left hand and was full of it. She pressed the cigarette butt into the tin box and pressed her to the bottom at the same time.
The tune is interwoven with two people’s bodies
Lips are the mature taste of men.
Song Qingcheng Fu Pillow Yu Tingchuan came in from behind, and her consciousness struggled slightly, and the man’s silence became stronger and stronger.
Section 33
The cabinet is torn with the packing and family planning carton.
Think of that broken condom just now
Yu Tingchuan didn’t wear it this time.
Song Qingcheng squinting breath is getting more and more urgent, it feels like K powder.
Without that thin layer to block the most secret skin from dating, the taste is even more bone-destroying and soul-destroying, and the sweat blends with each other, which makes people want to be desperate and out of control.
Yu Tingchuan took protective measures in the last few seconds.
Song city consciousness has a brief free wait for her to come to her senses. Yutingchuan has been lying next to an arm to block her eyes and breathing, but her Adam’s apple is slightly loose.
After the event, Song Qingcheng didn’t stop sleeping.
She endured physical pain and found her nightgown from the ground and then went to wash her hands.
Barefoot on bathroom floor tiles
In the dense water vapor, Song Qingcheng brushed her face with her hands, and her wet hair was washed away by cold water.
When she went back to her room, Yu Tingchuan was dressed and talking, and her back was tall and straight. She couldn’t see an affair just a moment ago. It was unclear who it was. I heard him say, "You took the file in the second drawer of the desk and sent it directly to the company."
Song Qingcheng walked by the table, plugged the hair dryer into the source and began to blow his hair.
After a few minutes, Yu Tingchuan finished speaking.
Song Qingcheng got a hair dryer and asked, "Are you leaving?"
Then he picked up the denim shirt from the back of the chair. "I’ll take you there."
Unlike many young girls and men, she didn’t cry after the incident, and she didn’t promise to behave on the contrary. She didn’t seem to really know the rules of the game between men and women.
When building two people care about each other.
It’s already dawn outside at seven o’clock in the morning.