Chapter 39

Mo Hui, now in his mind and gradually less times, even to find her mood is not as eager as before. He thought, after the completion of the project in Zhuxi Town, did he even forget the appearance of Mo Hui? His last taste for her is this Zhuxi town. When it's over here, he will really forget her!

He thought painfully.

He is a cold and selfish city man, standing too high, and his feelings are also frightful. During this period of time, he still let people continue to look for her, but the result is still only in the place where she left the small village, there is no news. A person can hide again, also won't evaporate the human world like the air again, most of them have already passed away.

It's impossible to feel no pain in my heart. It's his fault that a woman who has stayed in his life for 17 years, after being abandoned by him, dies depressed. However, he thought that all this would come to an end, and his future life was still very long, so he could not always be immersed in the fog left by Mo Hui.

If he has to have a woman in his life to play the role of a wife and partner, he would like to spend his life with a woman whose living habits are a little like Mo Hui.

This is not so sorry Mo back.

It's just that I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There's no point in it.

He laughed at himself in his heart.

"Your hand is hurt!" Dare not entangle on this topic again, Mo Hui quickly shifts the topic, the eye touches the back of his hand that is full of bloodstains, the heart follows painful rise.

He was injured when he took her down the mountain. His hands were all scratched.

She's useless, isn't she?

He didn't ask about her injury, but she was still worried when she saw that he was injured.

"It's OK. It's just a few strokes." He looked at the wound on his hand and pulled his lip and laughed. This injury is no big deal for a man, just a small injury.

"How can it be? No, we have to deal with it quickly!" Mo Hui jumped up in a hurry, angry that he didn't pay attention to it. He put on the big slippers he had just brought and ran away.

Zhang lingshuo looked at her leaving figure and felt warm in his heart. Also silent to stop her, sitting in place quietly waiting for her back.

Why is it clear that there is no half like woman, looking at her, his heart has always been a kind of feeling that she is mo Hui, if she is really Mo Hui, what will he do?

He didn't know. He was both expecting and afraid to face it.

How could she not hate him, scold him or even treat him Treat him so well.

Don't forget you, OK?

Would you like to give happiness to this woman who is very much like you?

She, like an empty shell, buries herself in the sorrow of concealing the sun. Now she finally shows some vitality. I want to fight for it. Since the ultimate life can not give you the happiness you want, then give the happiness you want to the woman like you!

Zhang lingshuo thought, there is a sense of self deception in his heart. But he is looking for a very good excuse for his empathy. Sure enough, he also lives as a crafty businessman.

Before long, he heard a disordered sound of footsteps and a violent gasp up the stairs.

Raise an eye, her small face is full of fine sweat, walk wearily to run in, the tone is urgent however, seem to hurt is she, not him.

“…… I'll go to Uncle Wang and get the wine. I'll wipe it for you. " Mo Hui sat back next to Zhang lingshuo, panting and panting. His white fingers trembled, and he tried to open the medicine bottle several times, but it always slipped. The more nervous he was, the more unable he could open it.

"I'll do it." Zhang lingshuo couldn't bear to see her again. He took the medicine bottle in her hand and unscrewed it gently.

For a time, the indoor medicine smell.

"There is heartbreak grass hidden in the thorns on that mountain. You are scratched by the thorns, and the wound may come across heartbreak grass. Uncle Wang said that applying this medicine can detoxify. If you don't touch it, it can make your wound heal faster. " Mo Hui calms his breathing, picks up a cotton swab and smears it on his swollen palm.

His palm is very big, his hand shape is very beautiful, and his fingers are long and slender, which shouldn't leave scars.

Zhang lingshuo looked down at her head and felt her fine hair on the back of his hand, leaving a slight itch.

Because she was worried that he would be infected, she ran out at 11 o'clock in the night, ran for more than ten minutes, knocked on other people's doors and asked for medicine for him. In a small town, people usually go to sleep at nine o'clock, but she doesn't know it, but she still ignores it, just because he suffered some minor injuries.

This little woman What should he do with her?

Don't throw the swab into the dustbin and tighten the medicine bottle. Ready to look up, but was a warm embrace embrace, for a time, her nose is full of his light fresh breath.

She leaned against him and did not dare to move.

"You are such a fool. If you had met heartbreak, would I still be safe? I've been sick for a long time. Maybe I'll die. " He said with a sigh. He hugged her more tightly and almost pushed her into his body.Smell speech, Mo Hui trembled for a while, Mou neidun a thin layer of tears. Then he struggled violently, but he held him more tightly.

She is so stupid. In the past, as long as he was uncomfortable, she always had no sense and was as busy as a fly.

Now she's still like that.

"But I like you like that." Zhang lingshuo leaned his chin against her small white hair.

Her feeling in his arms is so fit, as if they should be one, thin body, slight breathing, like a little pet nestled in his arms, without any sense of danger.

"Is that what you women call love? If you don't love it, you'll fall in love with it Zhang lingshuo asked, full of feeling in his heart, more sense of achievement than he created the glory of Zhang's group.

"Are you in love?" Her voice is very light, as if a careless will be blown away by the night wind.

"Yes Zhang lingshuo replied.

He said love, is it really possible? She dare not think deeply.

Smell speech, Mo Hui face deeper buried in his arms, dare not look at his hot eyes.

Zhang lingshuo didn't do what she wanted. Instead, she reached out and raised her shy face, which she wanted to bury in his arms. Her black and white eyes were drooping, with timidity in them, which lit up her whole life.

Her facial features are ordinary but damned charming. Under the soft light, she is extremely attractive. Her pale little face is slightly ruddy because of the running just now, like two little red plum blossoms in the snow, which quietly dye her cheek. The pink lips are closed one by one because of breathing, which is damning and touching.

With a bang, Zhang lingshuo's brain string named reason broke in response to the sound.

He put his left hand on the back of her head to keep her from shrinking for a moment. He leaned over her. Warm lips touch her cool lips, gently rub, for fear that the action is too big to disturb her.

Holding her soft waist in her right hand, she could not shrink back.

Since you say you love him, you have to take action. It's meaningless to talk empty words.

His warm lips on her lips force, coax her to open the lip, and then drive straight in, taste the sweet taste of her mouth.

His breath directly poured in, is that kind of light grass taste, clear and strong and good smell, don't back half doze eyes, hands unconsciously encircle his neck, pull each other closer, also let him kiss deeper.

Her taste was so fresh that even his nose was full of her faint fragrance, which made him unable to stop.

After a while, he found something wrong with the little woman in his arms and opened his eyes.

Her little face was flushed and she was breathing quickly. Her lovely appearance almost made him laugh.

"Cat, remember to breathe." He reminded me with a bad heart, looking at her black and white and shy eyes staring at him with resentment, his mood was surprisingly good.

He bent down his head again, and continued to kiss her, gently hook, thin lick, leading her to enjoy the sweet kiss.

Warm lips slide down her attractive lips, lick and wipe the small chin, linger.

Inch by inch, he came to her beautiful neck, sucking and biting. He felt that she was shaking more severely, which made him feel pity.

She's raw, he knows. He knew from her disorganized response to his kiss. He almost thought it was her first kiss, but would other women's first kisses be like her? It's like fighting with him.

He sighed, getting rid of the thoughts in his mind and taking her tempting sweetness with all his heart.

The bright moon in the sky quietly shines on the earth, and the quiet light gently moves into the bedside from the wooden window, outlining the people hugged by the bedside.

Mo Hui takes back the dry clothes and goes up to the front floor. He enters Zhang lingshuo's room and helps him fold and put them away.

Love, how to talk, she did not know. It's like, she doesn't understand, he was going to hold her in his arms last night, put all his strength around her, kiss her, and her face burned. How do they go after women?

This question is in a dilemma for the young and high-ranking president Zhang.

Zhang lingshuo stops his work, holds his chin with one hand, frowns slightly and thinks. He doesn't have much experience in this aspect. In his poor life experience in the past, he obviously doesn't have this one. He only tasted the taste of being chased, and did not take the initiative to pursue women.

Zhang lingshuo thought for a moment, dialed the phone of the Secretary's office of the headquarters, gave a brief explanation, and then ended the call. Then, with a silly smile, he looked mysteriously at the laundry in his room.

"What's the matter with you? Tired of work? " Don't frown, looking at the silly bubbly smile on Junlang's face.

"Nothing." Zhang lingshuo shook his head.