Chapter 242

Xiao Song these days from time to time will do such a more intimate action, ran Yan did not care, but the next moment, that hot kiss will suddenly fall on her lips.

Ran Yan's eyes slightly open, thinking like a broken line, only feel a hot between the lips and teeth, nose full of fresh male flavor. Then the lower lip is gently sucked.

His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of too much to frighten her. A numb and itching feeling ran into the bottom of his heart, like a small flame spreading and burning in his body. The breath of both of them was aggravated.

Xiao Song couldn't help but reach out to touch her back neck and push her to himself. Her faint body fragrance and the fragrance of Perrin mixed together, becoming a kind of alluring smell, quietly engulfed his consciousness, the whole body hot fire all ran to a place, he now only wanted to comply with the instinct to continue, but still sober mind did not want to let her down without engagement. For a time, she was in a dilemma But let his desire more difficult to restrain, unconsciously deepened the kiss.

"Ah Yan..." Xiao Song's hoarse and mellow voice is breathtaking and heartbreaking.

Evening green and Ge Lan went out to pour out the water. As soon as they returned from the outside, they could see the situation inside the house before entering the house.

Xiao Song, wearing a scarlet official uniform, stands a few days ago, bowing over ran Yan's lips. Ran Yan is sitting on the table, a bit stunned, and the picture is beautiful. But the night green does not forget that Xiao Song is belittling her wife. Before a word of "Dengtu Zi" is called out, she is covered by Ge Lan Meng and dragged to the side.

Although the late green and song blue's voice is not big, ran Yan still hears it. A spirit of inspiration comes back to his mind and quickly turns his head away.

"I I can't hold back for a moment Xiao Song saw her face slightly angry, some regret in his heart, should not be so frivolous, but the swelling of the lower body makes him can not help but aftertaste the taste of contact just ecstasy. He is really too easy to be aroused by her desire.

Xiao Song often socializes with his colleagues. It's not that there are no women close to him, but those soft bodies full of fat and pink fragrance stick to each other. He is lack of interest and has no further interest. Therefore, he doesn't know that once he is provoked, he feels like a fire in a prairie fire and the momentum is difficult to control.

Ran Yan has a trace of residual blush on her cheek. She suddenly stands up and leaves the hall in a hurry. Now her heart is pounding and her feelings are very complicated. She needs to calm down and deal with it.

Xiao Song followed two steps. She didn't seem to be angry. Maybe she was shy, so she didn't catch up.

Ran Yan originally prepared to put himself into work, temporarily forget this matter, so all the way to the small pavilion. Squatting next to her skull, she grabs the mud that is used to serve as the soft tissue of human day. After playing absently for a while, she feels that she can't concentrate. There is no computer-aided recovery of her appearance. She must be careful in every step, and strive to achieve the best. A trace of distraction may lead to fatal errors.

When the action stopped, thinking that it was still Xiao Song's residence, and a little uncomfortable, he led the evening green and Ge Lan back to the house for a quiet afternoon.

In the carriage, there was silence.

Late green stopped, repeated several times, until ran Yan couldn't help saying, "if you don't want to say, don't make this expression."

The evening green dry smile a, ask in a low voice, "madam, you are despised by Xiao Langjun What are you going to do now? "

"Ranthin, what can you say to me

"That's..." "Late green opened his mouth," is it you who despise Xiao Shilang? "

Ge Lan purses her lips and smiles. She still remembers that when she was in Suzhou, ran Yan was really frivolous than Xiao Song. This time, obviously not ran Yan initiative, but since it is not frivolous, that is willing?

Ran Yan stopped talking for a long time, but his face became more and more uncomfortable. At last, as if nothing had happened, he lifted up the curtain and looked out of the car. But the hand inadvertently touched the long flute in the sleeve.

She was slightly stunned, holding a slightly cool pipe in her palm, and slowly lowered the hand holding the curtain.

After a long time, I sighed.

Ran Yan admitted that she was attracted to sufu. No matter what aspect that person was, she was just in line with her taste. However, she was not greedy enough to be a person. Now she has a sense of dependence and belonging to Xiao Song. Although this feeling is not profound, it has never happened to her.

There will be no one waiting for you all the time, trying to hold everything in your hands, and you'll only end up falling like a chicken.

The general feelings are gradually deepened with each other. She and Su Fu are not married to the emperor, the other is not to marry the Qing. With the passage of time and Xiao Song's unswerving efforts, they can only turn into dust.

I'd better put away the flute

Ran Yan drooped her eyes to cover her eyes and was in a trance.

When the carriage passed the east gate of pingkang square, because it was a gathering place for prostitutes, there were many pedestrians on the road, so the speed had to slow down.

There was a sudden uproar outside, and the carriage stopped abruptly.

Evening green stretched out his head and asked the driver, "how did you stop?""Seventeen Niang, the road ahead is blocked. Will you wait for a moment?" Asked the coachman.

Ran Yan should a, the night green a pair of phoenix eye longingly look at ran Yan way, "the maiden servant goes down to have a look?"

"Go ahead and have two guards follow you." Ran Yan said.

Night green loud promise, excited to get off the car, in the car can clearly hear her how how to call the call, the sound of the escort.

Ran Yan lifted the curtain and looked out of the window. He saw that the front of a brothel was full of people, blocking the road. Not to mention a carriage, it was impossible to get through it alone. Late green is struggling to squeeze in the outside.

After waiting for a moment, the coachman couldn't help saying, "Seventeen Niang, I look at the front as if I'm choosing to fight Huakui. Maybe we can't leave in three or five hours. Why don't we go from Dongshi?"

"Douhuakui?" Ran Yan inquired.

The coachman, who grew up in Chang'an, had some insight, so he explained, "there are prostitutes with good color and art in Chang'an big brothels to attract literati and scholars. Every year, the brothel will let these prostitutes gather together to compete for talent and women, that is, to solicit business."

The evening green looked for a while, then ran back happily, climbed into the car, and said with excitement on her face, "lady, I saw Hu Ji!"

Ran Yan smiles and tells the driver to go from the east city.

"That Hu Jisheng's skin is as white as snow, his hair is brown, his eyes are brown, and his eyelashes are so long!" "It's like a person coming out of a snowdrift. It's really beautiful!" he said

The evening green all the way chirp said just saw and heard, flying mood also infected ran Yan.

The carriages could not rush along the streets of Dongshi, so they simply opened the curtains and covered the windows with only light gauze to see the buildings and shops on both sides.

When you think about it, ran Yan has never visited Dongshi carefully after arriving in Chang'an.

"There's another jam in front of me." Night green looked out and sighed, "the road in Suzhou is so narrow that it is not blocked, but Chang'an Road is so wide that it can be blocked!"

"Don't worry, girl. This place will be open soon." The coachman was very experienced and immediately comforted her.

The carriage seemed to stop right in front of a restaurant. While waiting, two people were standing beside the carriage.

One man said, "brother Cheng, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Today we don't get drunk and don't come back!"

Another humanitarian, "another day, another day, in front of the fight Huakui, it is better to go to see a lively, wine can be drunk at any time, lively can not be seen every day!"

"Tut, what's so good about those? Tomorrow will be the first performance of each museum. Go on, I'll tell you... " The man's voice gradually decreased, but ran Yan still vaguely heard words like "Peijing" and "injury".

The man who wanted to see Huakui said in surprise, "seriously? Let's go and listen to it. " (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )

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