Tong en stares at him: "Wang Yi, well, thank you for your advice. I think I know how we should negotiate with that man."
She spoke slowly, as if in thought.
Wan Jingting looked at her with deep eyes. "Tong en, bringing work to life after work is not a way to reduce stress."
Although the hometown is backward, it is this backward place that hides the talents. It happened that Shen Tuoyuan's uncle had been in the Opera Troupe since then. He had a few fans to sing opera. He often gathered several good friends to sing opera together at night.
It's said that Mrs. Yi likes to listen to opera, so she has to go to a special place to sing opera on weekends to listen to a few songs. It's hard to listen to them. However, the older generation of authentic singers either died or returned to seclusion and did not return to the world. It was even more difficult for Mrs. Yi to listen to some good songs.
The soldiers are divided into two groups. Tong en and Shen Tuoyuan go to Yi's home to put Mrs. Yi.
The next day, Tong en told the team the idea and got the support of most people. Maybe she can have a try.
……
Tong en clung to his clothes tightly and could no longer resist his embrace. His kisses and even his breath fascinated her deeply.
Wan Jingting lifted the quilt and let her breathe, but her lips were covered. She was tough and could even say that she couldn't put it down.
Tired of being tossed, Tong en's hair was wet and stuck to her cheek.
Full of youth.
He held her feet and scratched the soles of her feet. Tong en was itchy and shy. He could not resist it, so he nestled in his arms and giggled like a carefree child.
In those years, he can chase the rainbow, run in the sun, smell and hear are fresh.
Holding his beloved in his arms, how could Wan Jingting let her go? Under his palm was white and smooth skin, young and elastic. Every time he contacted her, he would feel that he was young again. If he went back to that energetic youth, there were not many problems waiting for him to solve. He didn't have to wear a suit and tie every day, wear a mask to face every passer-by, day after day.
She was so scratched by him that she shrunk her legs and pushed the man's strong hand with both hands. Suddenly, she was dragged in between screams. Two people were playing in the quilt. He made fun of her and grabbed her itching. Tong en laughed like a shrimp and begged for mercy.
"Wang Yi Don't make trouble, ah, don't
His face sank into the soft pillow, and Tong Neng felt that he was lying down, pulling her sheet and going in.
My face is red and hot, and my heart is beating.
The tone is mixed with a bit of joking. Tong en is really amused by him and should blush. She stares at him in a coquettish way. She lifts the silk quilt aside and covers herself with a sheet while she falls on the bed.
The light was dazzling, and Tong en's smile shook his eyes even more. He did not hesitate to tease her: "if you stare at me again, it's time for me to have nosebleed again, and it's time for you to feel sorry again."
She thought of how to solve Yi Daye. She was very happy in her heart, and her smile on him was a little deeper.
Tong en looked at him in amazement. He was surprised that he would be distracted in front of him, which made him feel neglected. Then he put on a gentle smile.
Tonn thinks it's a place to start.
In the name of visiting Mr. Yi, a middle-aged servant came out to open the door when the doorbell rang. Tong en said calmly, "Hello, we are here to visit Mr. Yi."
Shen Tuoyuan handed in his business card. The middle-aged woman looked at them curiously for a while, nodded and said, "Mr. Yi is not at home today."