Chapter 1505

She coughed and silently hypnotized herself: I don't know anything.

The next second, Ouyang replied, "go out with me for a drink?"

Wen Xing agreed, but after more than an hour, her regretful intestines were blue.

I didn't expect that Ouyang would pour three glasses of wine, and he was still nagging after drunk, which made her dizzy.

Ouyang leaned on her shoulder and talked a lot.

Wen Xing was forced to receive these chaotic information, and his mood was like a roller coaster.

Thanks to her discovery, she was not so shocked.

Ouyang is not only the photographer of Cheng Feng, but also his lover who has been in love for nearly five years!

god！

If the news goes out, the earth will have to shake just because Cheng Feng's huge fan base is stamping his feet. I'm afraid Ouyang will be "dead.".

Wen Xing rubbed his forehead, dragged the drunk Ouyang up and threw him into the car, took out the car key from his pocket, took the man back home, carried him all the way to the bedroom, and poured him a cup of honey water.

"You have a good rest. I'll go first."

In his sleep, Ouyang's long eyelashes droop gently. His clean eyebrows are like beautiful and fragile crystal dolls, which attract people's love. At the end of his eyelashes, there is a drop of crystal water, shining like a diamond.

Wen Xing walked out lightly and did not forget to take the door.

The next day, Ouyang was woken up alive.

When he came out of the bathroom, the memory slowly poured up. In fact, he was sober at that time and knew what he was doing, but he couldn't control it. He was holding on to Wen Xing and pouring out.

What he said was nothing more than that broken thing. He was oppressed by his complaints and reluctance for a long time.

Smell star has been good temper patting him, coax him, let him talk more intense desire, should say, should not say, all said.

At last, he seemed to cry.

He breathed out a fretful breath.

Click -

the door suddenly opened, and Ou Yangyu, who was walking towards the bedroom, looked at the man standing at the door with his bright eyes covered with a layer of fog. He was slightly surprised.

And Cheng Feng in see his that second, reason instant collapse, stretch out a hand to pull over him, embrace the waist to support the head, mercilessly kiss down, venting his accumulated many days of missing.

A pair of hands grope from behind Ouyang, palm has small cocoon son, rub on the skin, let him more sensitive.

Cheng Feng regardless of provocation, also think, this is the person I love, good.

All the way entangled in the past, clothes and pants spilled all over the floor, from the living room to the bedroom.

The skin under the palm of the hand is hot, and the temperature from the palm of the hand is hot all the way to the heart.

How long has he not touched this body?

Miss, miss the feeling buried in this body.

With ten fingers intertwined, he clasped Ouyang's hands on the top of his head and began to kiss from the tip of his eyebrows, nose tip, cheek, corner of his mouth, chin, neck, all of which he never let go.

The interior is beautiful.

Unexpectedly, the people who had been reacting gradually calmed down. No matter how provocative Cheng Feng tried his best, there was no response any more. He looked up and saw Ouyang's face buried in the pillow.

"What's the matter?"

“……”

"Is it because I don't have time for you?"

Looking at the light shadow under his eyelashes, Cheng Feng felt distressed. It turned out that he was not alone.