Chapter 670

Ji Xiaobei came back with a proud smile, ignored the angry owners behind him, got on the car and drove fast.

When I got out of the car, I didn't wait for him to go up. He took his mobile phone and came up happily, and then played there.

Later, he went to take a bath. I took a peek at Ji Xiaobei's sullen thing. He took several photos in his mobile phone and used it as a screen. He thought he was a star.

Am I too pretentious? He gave me a cell phone and I took it. Can our relationship really be clean to pure male and female communication?

Pour a glass of wine, stand in front of the French window and watch all the lights drink up.

He came out and wiped his wet hair.

I stood in front of the landing window and smiled at him charmingly: "Ji Xiaobei, you raise me."

"I heard you right?" he looked at me with a thick eyebrow.

I smiled and nodded: "I heard you right. You raise me and give me some money every month."

Our relationship should not be too pure. It's good to have a lot of black spots. There will never be talk of procrastination, let alone feelings.

Ji Xiaobei doesn't believe it. He doesn't seem to believe I said it.

After all, I once said him sarcastically.

He came up and touched my forehead. I took his hand and gently blew a smile: "it's true. Support me, Ji Xiaobei, the kind of paid support."

"All right," he answered, like a stream of good advice.

Then I kissed him. This time I didn't hide, but held his neck to meet his kiss. My warm tongue teased me in my mouth, hugged me and pressed me on the sofa. He stroked the exquisite curve of my body with his big hand, teasing my sensory response.

Little kisses made me lose my mind. His breath became rapid, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his palm kept swimming on my skin. Where his fingertips crossed, he pulled out the sound and sigh at the bottom of my heart, and bursts of trembling, low panting and charming sound stung up.

I felt his need and put it on my stomach. The two people on the sofa seemed to hide a volcano in their blood vessels. All the heat went straight to the top of their heads, so that their hearts and souls were scattered, leaving only their bodies to respond honestly.

He took off their clothes and lingered closely with each other.

I groaned with pain when I came in hard.

"Ji Xiaobei." I bit his chin. "I'll be your lover in the future. Let me fall. I'm the devil."

He tossed and turned, and the sparks made me hold him tight.

Entangled so closely and loved so fiercely, only by clinging to him will he not fall from the world.

He said hoarsely in my ear, "you are not a devil, you are an angel."

I smiled and hugged his neck. Ji Xiaobei, do you still read fairy tales? Do you believe in angels? How lovely, my lover.

Lying in his arms, he quietly felt the warm and thick chest. It was his powerful breath from rise to fall.

At four in the morning, I couldn't sleep again.

The whole body was sore and uncomfortable. He opened his hand and wanted to turn over and lie down better. However, he turned on the light at the head of the bed, sat up, took a cigarette and smoked: "you want to throw me a ticket and leave again?"

I couldn't help giggling. Looking at how bad he was smoking, I leaned over and took a hard sip.

He glanced at me and put out the cigarette at the head of the bed: "smoking too much is bad for your health."

"Don't tell me you haven't slept yet. You're worried that I'll leave again."

He pressed up and smiled evil: "I see you have a good rest and want to fight three hundred times."

"Ji Xiaobei, pick me up tomorrow."

"Look at the time."

"I began to regret it. You supported me. Don't you do something for me?"

He tugged and said, "only women have always worked for me. Who dares to let me work for them."

"Be careful, I'll find another gold owner." I said lazily, sliding down and lying down.

He hugged my waist and said, "go to sleep. It'll be dawn in a while. I have a messy meeting tomorrow, and you have to go to work."

"From today on, it doesn't matter whether you come back or not. It doesn't matter whether you have a woman outside, but you have to give me 100000 a month, which is the price for raising me."

As soon as he pulled the quilt, he covered my face angrily: "Why are you talkative? If you don't sleep, you haven't cleaned up enough."

What's fierce? Some words should be made clear first.

When I woke up, he was gone. Being a lover was different from being a messenger. I didn't get up to squeeze toothpaste for him in the morning.

There was a card on the bedside table. I immediately called to check it, but there were as many as seven million in it.

One hundred thousand a month. How many years does he want to keep me?

Ji Xiaobei, I really can't understand his mind.

Seven million is a huge sum of money. In the past, I didn't put it right now, but now I think I may not spend so much money in my life.

Sitting on the long-distance bus, the scenery outside passed by, peach blossoms sprouted and sprouted, and began to timidly display its fragrance and beauty in the cold spring.

After three hours' drive, I'm still very tired. After getting out of the car and rolling around several times, it was already dusty in front of the dilapidated yard.

Silent, the wall exposed a little spring. No matter how cold, it still couldn't stop the clumsy green of the tree. I took a deep breath: "Yan'er, are you there?"

"Yes." a faint cold voice, as usual.

The wooden door opened, and the pretty little face looked at me, with how much hate in the clear eyes.

"It's Chihiro." a weak female voice came from inside.

I answered, "yes."

"Swallow." the girl's voice was long.

So facing my little girl, she said faintly, "come in!"

The women in the inner room are lying on the bed wearing beads. The narrow room is full of all kinds of beads, semi-finished products and finished products.

"Yan'er, go and fetch water. Your sister is thirsty after sitting in the car for so long."

"She's not my sister. Will my sister bump you like this? Everyone has a mother to lead you to school, but you can't get up all your life. You can only lie down all your life."

Yan'er is ten years old and is still a child, but only children can remember love and hate so clearly.

I stood in my room and put aside my luggage bag: "Aunt Mei, there is a million here. Go check it and install a prosthetic limb."

Without saying anything else, he sat down and dressed in beads.

"Where did you get the money?" Aunt Mei asked me faintly while wearing beads.

"I borrowed it from my friend."

"You go back. If it's late, the bus from here to Beijing will stop."

"It doesn't matter."

"Go back. I'm not comfortable here."

I put down the bead and sighed long.

Yan'er sat on the chair, cleared the money I brought, took the hundred yuan bill and said, "Mom, can these be fake?"