Chapter 1189

Women who lose money in business will not call strange men in the middle of the night and introduce themselves to pillows. They will only get drunk in the bar and consider whether it is more comfortable to jump into the river or whether they can walk quietly with sleeping pills.

Women who suddenly have water in their heads may do so, but they can't be like this woman when they talk. Although they stammer, they are so clear.

Only a woman who has suffered a serious setback will make such an amazing move that makes her men painful and other men happy.

Although men like women to introduce themselves to pillows (whether she is beautiful or not), Fang Yuan also likes it, but he is not the kind of man who takes advantage of people's danger. He will never take advantage of women's sadness and heartbreak.

Fang Yuan feels that as a real man, when he encounters this kind of thing, he'd better not use his lower body to consider the problem, never let go of the fat meat sent to the door, but pull a woman with compassion.

To tell you the truth, Fang Yuan is really not in the mood to do that kind of romantic thing with any woman. When he was silent just now, he was just thinking about how to politely refuse women's "favor", but then he changed his mind.

Because he could tell from the tense tone of a woman's voice that she had summoned up all her courage, he called him.

People often say that once born, twice cooked. When a woman calls the first strange man, she is very nervous, but when she calls the second man, she will relax a lot.

So if Fangyuan refuses this woman, she may politely say 'sorry to disturb you, sir', and then hang up. Without hesitation, she will call the second and third again until she unconditionally sells herself.

Do other men think of women like Fangyuan?

Probably enough.

If a woman is really like what she said, she is still young and beautiful, then other men will definitely drink enough like an alcoholic who hasn't drunk for 800 years. Maybe they will have bad intentions and force a woman to continue to associate with her (taking pornographic photos or something) by some despicable means.

A woman's whole life is almost destroyed by her fever.

Saving women who are about to fail is the responsibility and obligation of every excellent man.

Because of this, Fang Yuan was silent for a moment and let the woman come to her room.

He thought about it. When the woman came, he would take out his big brother's face and, like a little sister who insisted on going astray, painstakingly advised her not to degenerate. In fact, life is very beautiful: you see how round and bright the moon tonight is, just like a beautiful woman's milk -- ah, no, just like a silver plate. My brother would accompany you to have a few drinks under the moon and listen to your troubles, Wake up after a little drunk, a new day, a new life begins again.

Fang Yuan suddenly found that he had such a great sentiment that he hadn't found it before. It's unreasonable.

"First, sir, I have a small request."

The woman who offered herself a pillow on the phone finally "persuaded" Fang Yuan. She was obviously relieved, and then stammered.

Isn't she a "professional woman" who takes pity as a weapon and actually has a lot of people behind her?

After listening to the woman's little request, Fang Yuan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly and said faintly, "OK, you say."

"I, I hope, after you open the door, don't, don't turn on the light."

The woman whispered over there, "I, I don't want you to see me... At least, I don't want you to see me before dawn."

"Are you afraid that after I remember your appearance, I will have evil intentions to threaten you and blackmail you?"

When Fang Yuan asked this sentence, a little unhappiness in her heart dissipated in an instant: as long as she didn't have a professional woman in the back, her request is also very consistent with those good families who want to degenerate but don't have much courage.

"You, do you promise?"

The woman didn't answer Fang Yuan's words, but whispered, "I'll be there right away after you promise."

Without hesitation, Fang Yuan nodded and said, "OK, come here and I'll open the door for you now."

"Thank you."

After whispering her thanks, the woman withheld the phone.

Fang Yuan put down the microphone. Then he unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and drank it all at once.

He also shoulders the important task of saving the fallen woman. If he wants to persuade her and enlighten her, he is destined to waste a lot of saliva. At present, he must replenish water in advance to avoid losing his temper later.

Down to the ground, Fang Yuan walked barefoot to the door.

It's really a little exciting -- there's a certain "affair" deep in the bones of any man. I hope that the coming woman doesn't disappoint Mr. Fang. After all, the feeling of saving a beautiful woman is very different from that of persuading a crooked melon to split dates.

After opening the door a little, Fang Yuan turned to the bed and saw the bright moon outside the window.

The moonlight is so bright. What's the difference between turning on the light and not turning on the light?

Fang Yuan has always been a man who thinks of others, which can be seen from his behavior of closing the curtains.

When the curtains were closed, the light in the room darkened immediately.

He lay half back on the Kang and lit a cigarette.

The dark red cigarette butts are bright and extinguished in the dark, and the air is filled with a good smell of tobacco, which is so mysterious, warm and romantic.

It's just that Mr. Fang has finished smoking a cigarette, and the woman hasn't appeared yet. What do you say?

What's special? It won't be a little resentful woman. After waking up at night, I feel very bored. I just dialed a number and played with Mr. Fang?

impossible.

Fangyuan then denied this judgment: the phone is the internal line of the chain hotel (there is only one phone in the guest room), and people outside can't call in.

Of course, it doesn't rule out that the little complaining woman came to stay in the hotel tonight. After calling Mr. Fang, she slept sweetly with her arms on her pillow.

Don't say, there is really no lack of such a playful woman. After stirring up the evil fire in the man's heart, she hid in her sleep and laughed.

Don't let me know who you are, or I'll make you regret it!

When the second cigarette was almost finished, his patience finally lost. When he was about to raise his feet to the ground, close the door and continue to sleep, he heard a slight squeak outside the door when the door slowly opened.

This sound is like a little mouse going out of a hole to do bad things. First look out to see if there is an old cat outside.

coming.

It turned out that she lived in the guest room opposite me.

Fang Yuan smiled happily: he didn't let me down at last.

Suddenly, Fangyuan found that he actually cared about whether the woman would come or not.

The sound of footsteps is very light. It is a one-time shoe removal provided by the hotel. The paper one will make a unique slight rustling sound when stepping on the ground, but most people won't pay attention to it.

A woman's ink stain came for so long because she must be too nervous. Take a deep breath in her own room and come to some push ups and sit ups. After the excitement calmed down, she began her cheating journey.

Squeak -- the sound of the door sounds unusually harsh in the early morning and night.

As the door was pushed open, a white figure with a corridor light on his back appeared at the door.

Instead of coming in immediately, the figure stuck to the door frame and looked into the room.

It seems that she still lacks courage and hesitates.

Because Zhang Yi knew very well that when she entered the room, there was no way back.

She is quite confident in her appearance and figure. No man can resist her when she introduces herself to the pillow.

What's more, under her clothes, she was wearing a pair of chastity pants that would make a bad fire when men saw it.

In the bones of these smelly men, there are more or less "love and interest" plots. When they find a woman wearing this thing, their heartbeat will immediately accelerate and their breathing will become thicker. The sperm just wants to rush down the woman.

Before coming here, Zhang Yi's ink stains were so long. In addition to slowly massaging the bruises pinched by Sun Gang (although the man opposite could not see these terrible bruises on her in the dark, she still didn't want anyone to know that such an excellent woman was always subjected to domestic violence), she was also considering whether to get rid of her virginity pants.

Think about it, Zhang Yi didn't get rid of it.

Even if she wants to get rid of it, she hopes that it will be done by men, and it is certain that men especially like to do it for her.

A perverse love and fun article has a considerable role in fuelling the music of the boudoir. Since Zhang Yi has decided to be the last crazy, why not make the crazy atmosphere higher?

I'm coming.

Goodbye, Zhang Yi.

When his sight adapted to the darkness in the room, he looked at the bright red spot on the bed, took a deep breath, resolutely raised his right foot and walked into the room.

When her right foot fell on the ground again, the remaining tension and fear disappeared. Only the excited excitement turned into a fire and ignited from the bottom of her heart.

Zhang Yi closed the door and stood at the door. After a moment of silence, he kicked the disposable shoes off his feet, slowly twisted his waist and came to the bed, slightly bent over and looked at the man in the dark and said, "I, I'm coming."

"I see."

With the cigarette end suddenly lit up, the man answered calmly.

"I, I am not a bad woman, please believe me."

Zhang Yi swallowed hard and began to look for the final reason for his final Madness: "I just feel, feel --"

"You don't have to explain, I understand."

The man interrupted her, patted the bed and said, "sit down and talk first."

Let the woman sit down and talk first, so that she can feel that she won't hurt her at will, and don't look down on her. She just wants to listen to her and listen to the difficulties in her heart -- that's what Fang Yuan means to let her sit down.

In the dark, he could not see what a woman looked like, but he could vaguely see that she was in great shape from her long white dress.

More because she made a certain determination, she exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

The night can't be stopped. It's false to say that Mr. Fang doesn't move at all.

Zhang Yi was stunned.

She didn't expect that the man could keep so calm before and after she took the initiative to go to bed. Instead of holding her and pressing her down on the bed before she finished, he asked her to sit down and talk first.

He doesn't know that Zhang Yi just wants to be crazy and explain his madness at most, but he doesn't want to talk to anyone about anything other than madness.

"No, no, I came to you just to make you feel like the man I need most."

Zhang Yi shook his head, stretched out his hand and gently pulled at his waist. His left shoulder tilted slightly, and the long white skirt slipped slowly from his shoulder.