Chapter 253

How much does Fu Xiaoqian drink? Maybe she doesn't even know.

As Liao Zhenbo said, drinking really depends on mood.

Liao Zhenbo took out a crystal goblet from the wine cabinet and put one in front of them. The red liquid along the wall of the goblet, drawing a beautiful arc, stayed in the body of the goblet. When Liao Zhenbo took the cup, the light had been changed by Fu Xiaoqian.

Faint yellow light, splashing with ambiguous atmosphere, red liquid in the glass playing intoxicating chord.

Before drinking, Fu Xiaoqian felt dizzy.

The two wine glasses collided with each other, and the sound was very light and crisp. The strings in her heart were gently stirred like a violin, and her heart was surging, moistening her heart.

Fu Xiaoqian holding a red wine cup close to her lips, a small sip, very soft, but also with a trace of sweet. As a result, the cup, which had not left her lips, was lifted up again, and a big mouthful slid down her throat into her body.

"Drink slowly, you will get drunk easily." Liao Zhenbo holds Fu Xiaoqian's hand.

Fu Xiaoqian listened to his words, put the cup on the table, picked up chopsticks and held a chopstick of beef, just moved to his lips, but then turned a corner and handed it to Liao Zhenbo's mouth, "eat a dish."

Fu Xiaoqian finally understood why the bar should create that kind of dark atmosphere.

Dim atmosphere, set off is beautiful, can all sharp things, grinding into the world's most gentle spring, will not be happy to take away, leaving only happiness and joy.

Her drinking capacity is very good today. After half a bottle of wine, there is nothing wrong with her. Another glass of red liquid disappeared between her lips and teeth. She handed the empty red wine glass to Liao Zhenbo, "I want more."

"How about tomorrow? I'll be drunk." Liao Zhenbo spoke softly.

Will you be drunk? He said it too implicitly. It should be said that Fu Xiaoqian was really drunk at this time. When she was holding the red wine glass, her hands began to tremble, but her words didn't have a trace of drunkenness, and she was still as gentle and charming as usual.

Like strands of silk thread, made into cocoons, Liao Zhenbo's heart gently wrapped, very warm, is the world's most gentle warm.

"I want to get drunk." Fu Xiaoqian holds Liao Zhenbo's glass in front of him. In the eyes full of water, the most brilliant light of midnight flickers, just like the fireworks across the bank.

Seeing that Liao Zhenbo lost the courage to refuse, he poured the last red wine at the bottom of the bottle into Fu Xiaoqian's crystal glass, "no more."

Glancing at Fu Xiaoqian who is in a state of drunkenness, she talks softly, just like coaxing a child. Yang Yang has no bottle left in her hand.

Fu Xiaoqian Duqi was red wine moistened lips, "not happy."

Shuidudu's red lips are shining with stars under the light. The demon is as charming as the most frightening drug in the world. Is she seducing him? Liao Zhenbo thought frustrated.

Yes, Fu Xiaoqian is really seducing him.

The last sip of wine she had just poured into the crystal glass was in her mouth and she didn't swallow it.

Stand up, a hand on the dining table, trim flat nails, on the dining table, very gentle, but very wonderful like playing on Liao Zhenbo's tight heartstring, the string is with Fu Xiaoqian's expansion, will break, the string will really break.

It's too violent. Liao Zhenbo is afraid that he will scare her. So he sat on the dining chair with his back stiff, clenched his hand, and tried to control it. He didn't want his last sense to be burnt out by the aphrodisiac.

However, Fu Xiaoqian did not follow his wishes.

Standing beside Liao Zhenbo, he raised his hand from the dining table and put it on Liao Zhenbo's shoulder.

At the bottom of Liao Zhenbo's heart, she raises one leg and sits on Liao Zhenbo's leg. The heat between the legs irons Fu Xiaoqian's legs.

Hands from his shoulders down, sliding to his chest, she is very satisfied to feel from her fingers, suddenly a stiff touch. Then, her finger pulp began to move up slowly, holding Liao Zhenbo's face in her hands, slowly bent down her head, printed her red lips on his thin lips, and slowly poured the liquid mixed with her body fluid into his mouth.

The liquid was so hot that it didn't extinguish him. On the contrary, even his last reason burned out.

He suddenly hugged Fu Xiaoqian, eyes tightly locked Fu Xiaoqian, cheek rubbed Fu Xiaoqian's skin, fell on her ear, voice low with hoarseness, as if the Gobi desert had been eroded by sand, extreme lack of water.

Even if he wanted to moisten his dry throat with saliva, he couldn't find a trace of moisture. The only thing that came out of the rolling of the Adam's apple was dryness and hoarseness. "You asked for it yourself."

There is no trace of moisture, just like dry firewood in summer, even if there is no fire, it is estimated that it will ignite.

"Well." Fu Xiaoqian nodded shyly, put her hands around Liao Zhenbo's neck, buried her face deep in Liao Zhenbo's neck and nodded. Although her cheeks were already burning hot, she pointed firmly.Liao Zhenbo suddenly picked up Fu Xiaoqian and wanted to go upstairs to the bedroom, but Fu Xiaoqian's voice stopped him, "here it is."

Liao Zhenbo began to doubt his hearing. He was not sure whether what he heard was his own hallucination, so he looked at the person in his arms and confirmed again, "are you sure"

until Fu Xiaoqian's head buried in his arms nodded again, he dared to be sure that he had no hallucination just now.

"You goblin." Liao Zhenbo is sure that Fu Xiaoqian is his poison, which has gone deep into his bone marrow. Therefore, her every little request is so fatal to him and makes him so eager.

He released a hand, hand a dial, the dishes on the table with the two urging wine glasses, all swept to the ground.

The sound of banging dishes on the board, the sound of falling on the board, the sound of constant vibration due to inertia, and the sound of broken cups and dishes are playing the most wild and primitive music.

Fu Xiaoqian's hands touch her coat while they are glued to each other. When they lie on the dining table with sweat dripping, Liao Zhenbo is still in the mood. He is like a beast that never knows how to be satisfied, galloping on her body. But every time he had to think about the little white rabbit in his arms, he had to control himself.

"Next time, change the way" the body can not be satisfied, can only satisfy themselves in the mouth.

Fu Xiaoqian pretended not to hear, but buried her head deeper.

At the same time, Liao Zhenbo hugs Fu Xiaoqian a little more tightly, and his fingers are attached to the tattoo on her back.

"How do you like the swing so much?" he remembers that when Fu Xiaoqian saw the swing in Liao's house, her eyes lit up with joy.

Fu Xiaoqian raised her head from Liao Zhenbo's arms. In her life, can she find a man who knows more about herself than he does? It should be gone.

the joy faded, leaving behind the bitterness of satisfaction. "When I was a child, there was a swing in my neighbor's house, and there was a little girl who was younger than me. Every time her mother would pick her up and put her on the swing, and then stand behind her, gently He pushed her on the back. Then, the little girl would giggle, which was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Once when the cat was peeping behind the door, they saw it. They are so kind that they wave me to play with them. "

Fu Xiaoqian stopped for a moment without choking. She just said that she was tired and had a rest. Then she said, "I fell on the door when they waved to me. "Isn't it very impolite?" she asked Liao Zhenbo.

Seeing that Liao Zhenbo shook her head gently, she lowered her eyelashes and continued, "that swing was made by the girl's father for the little girl. It's been a long time. The little girl's father is very busy. He goes out early and comes back late every day. I've never seen her father at dawn, but he is so busy that when things are finished, after the child goes to bed, he makes round logs into a swing in the yard. "

Saying this, Fu Xiaoqian seemed to think of the swing, and then laughed, "you know, that's the ugliest swing I've ever seen. The board was also crooked, but it was exceptionally strong. Do you know why I know it's strong? That is, on the night when the swing was made, I hid in the window and looked at her yard as usual. After her father finished the swing, he swung it in various ways, but he didn't even shake it. You think it's OK for such a strong man to swing. How can his Petite daughter have problems again? "

"In my opinion, her father is not satisfied with the already perfect swing."