But how could she know that later, when she returned to Barcelona alone, when she swam the road under the night sky alone, she would cry to tears Xu is true as he said, pain, long memory. She will always remember that night, that he pierced through her body in the car, that his gentle fingertips, that he gasped, that he held her husband's whisper -
"huan'er, I love you..."
*
some people say that if there is a paradise attracting men's attention in the world, it must not be Thailand, not Cuba, but Barcelona.
Because the Golden Coast here is a seaside resort.
The soft sand beach, the golden sun, the green sea, the white waves, and the cool air with salty seawater make people relaxed and happy.
Most of all, it's packed with Spanish girls in bikinis, from the Catalan people. These girls seem to be born with all the elements of female beauty. Plump figure, sexual skin color, golden shawl, long hair, gorgeous face
Moreover, they are full of youth and enthusiasm.
It deeply attracts the eyes of countless men from all over the world
When Gu Huan saw the crowd of beauties, he looked down at his slim Oriental figure, pretty and small face, tangled and confused!
Gu Huan peered bitterly at the man beside him.
In broad daylight, this guy only wore a pair of beach pants, with sensitive little honey skin and perfect Mermaid muscle lines. Exposed to the sun, he was full of sexual golden light.
Handsome and straight, he is even taller than some European men.
His dark black hair and deep facial features are both mysterious to Asians and exquisite to Westerners.
He is so well proportioned that he doesn't have a little bit of fat and a little bit of muscle. Under his beach pants, the thick hair on his legs attracts many women's admiration as soon as he appears
"Hello Bei Ming Mo, what do you mean by bringing me here? "
She choked and stammered, glanced at those women's eyes, and could not help sighing that this guy was a disaster!
What about yourself? Gu Huan pursed her lips and glanced at her one-piece swimsuit. Hate to see a North Ming ink, with Mao she can only wrap with a dumpling like, he can bare ~ chest back ah?
Embarrassed to embrace his arms, around his slender waist.
Although she is much more conservative than those bikini beauties, her figure is not inferior to that of Oriental women.
Can even use curve demon ~ Rao, concave ~ convex to describe!
But, damn, in the world of a group of western "Dairy" cows, is there any way to go for her sauced salted duck?
Beiming ink sips the perfect lip line, always indifferent.
Gao. He looks cool with a pair of super black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
A thin electronic drawing board is easily hooked on the left shoulder.
In his right hand he carried a bag of tents and a deck chair.
I found a relatively less crowded place on the beach and set up a tent.
Gu Huan followed him, wearing a sun hat and a ponytail. He looked like a pure college student.
Looking at Beiming Mo unfolding the reclining chair, putting it under the tent, and then reclining with her slender body, she widened her eyes -
"Beiming Mo, it's rare to come to the Mediterranean. You just want to bask in the sun, don't you?"
His eyes behind his sunglasses, glanced at her, deep voice this just vomit way: "you can go swimming, but don't swim to the deep sea."
Then, pick up the electronic drawing board, draw out the electronic touch screen pen, and draw leisurely.
As an outstanding architect, his painting skills are not inferior to those of a painter.
Gu Huan frowned, as if he had begun to get used to his dual personality of being a gentleman in the daytime and a demon in the evening.
In a hurry, "I don't understand you."
What she meant was that the man was too calm.
In the face of so many hot and cool Spanish beauties, are they still painting here?
Is ya a man?
Well, he had already proved it to her, more than once!
As if the pain of his last night's punishment was still in his private place.
She puffed her cheeks in anger.
Then, he threw down his hat and backpack and ran to the seaside happily
*
GU Huan's body just rushed into the sea, and the warm but not cold water brushed her body. Wow, it's so comfortable.
If only two babies were here.
Yangyang likes to fight with her most. What about Cheng Cheng?
She suddenly found that she knew little about Cheng Cheng, and she felt uncomfortable.Immediately, turning his eyes, he glanced at the distant beach, the cool man who was still painting.
He snorted.
Drooping eyes, straight on the drawing board.
The hair is still dripping wet. His handsome face was cold and cool.
Gu Huan pursed her lips and held the towel in her hand. This time She admitted that she had been negligent.
Swimming, swimming, even unconsciously swam to the deep sea area. If he didn't show up in time, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Blinking, blinking, shining black eyes, it seems that the Bay pool is about to be quenched. The water comes, "the ink of the northern Ming Dynasty..."
He was cold and didn't respond.
"Ink..." She gave a careful low cry.
He remained unmoved.
"Ink..."
His tense face was very ugly.
“…… That, er mo... " She Jiao Di Di of drum a cheek help son, continue to call a way.
Who knows, but caused him two sharp white eyes!
"Er..." Well, she swallowed her saliva, held back the goose bumps, and called shyly, "Mo Er..."
He's still steady, but his knuckles seem to rattle.
With a sigh, Gu Huan was completely defeated by the dull scratching man.
But she turned a little white eye. She was tangled with her facial features. She vomited with all kinds of manners -
"er..."
Poof.
Beiming ink in the heart. The voice of blood!
Immediately raised the chilly eagle eye, fiercely glared at Gu Huan, gritted his teeth and said: "you dare to shout again to try!"
Oh, yeah! Finally, there is a response! Gu Huan immediately cheered in his heart!
Smile dog legs. Son, bending eyebrows, immediately creeping past -
embrace the small legs of Beiming ink, while touching his thick sexual sense of leg hair, eh, hand. Feel good. It seems that his injured leg is about to recover.
Then, she asked for mercy: "stop shouting, stop shouting, OK. Don't be angry with me again. I didn't mean to. Who would make fun of his own life, right? "
Beiming Mo stares at her and caresses her. The action of his leg hair brushes a trace of chagrin in his exquisite eyes. "Take off your paws!"
How does this woman feel like a dog?
“…… Hey, hey. " She let go of her hand with a dry smile. Squatting beside his reclining chair, he said, "don't be angry. At most, I'll let you punish..."
"A fine?" His cold eyes were deep.
There was a chill in her back, but she just nodded.
Then he grabs the towel cleverly, bites his mouth unconsciously, and waits for him to give a penalty
"No promise!" He gave a cold hum, and immediately picked up the electronic paintbrush, glanced at her, "squat away, I'll draw you."
"Ah? Draw me She was shocked to stare big eyes, did not expect that his punishment was so easy! It took her two seconds to respond, "Oh I'll squat away... "
Then, Gu Huan immediately stepped back four or five steps.
"Further away." His low, cool voice was full of nitpicking.
She hummed twice and did it.
"Do you belong to a rabbit? After several steps, you just have a little distance? Further away He is very much like a conductor.
And she's the poor one under command.
After several more strides, she got farther and farther away from him. "Is that all right?"
Until he no longer spoke, raised his brush and danced.
She was relieved.
An hour passed.
Gu Huan squatted in the soft sand, bored with a posture, really want to draw a circle to kill time.
I just thought that the sun is so bright.
Soon the wet water on her body evaporated.
Well, who told him to be her savior? She was very kind.
Two hours passed.
Her skin has been reddened by the sun.
Squatting on the beach legs, has been paralyzed to sink into the sand pile.
Beiming Mo is still painting.
Well, who said he was her savior? She wanted to repay him.
Three hours passed.
She seemed to hear the sound of her skin being scorched.
I've been exposed to the sun.
Beiming ink that Si is still painting unremittingly.
Well, who said he was her savior? She wanted to repay her kindness
Four hours went by
Finally, Miss Gu Huan couldn't hold on any longer!
"Poop," a head into the sand pile.
And head first.
It's like an ostrich that buries its head in the sand when the sand comes, but its round hips are still exposed.Wuwuwu, these four words of gratitude are too grinding
She worked hard, as if the sand inside could bring her a little bit of cold.
All of a sudden, there was a magnetic voice on his head -
"Gu Huan, what are you planning?"
Well
What are you planning? Does this guy think she's a dog?
She was dazed by the sun and looked up. The tall and straight figure of Beiming Mo stood in front of her eyes. Her dry voice spat out a word, "water..."
It was as if I heard a deep sigh from him.
Immediately, the body with the air, he will carry her into his arms.
A few sword steps back under the tent.
Throw her into the reclining chair, then take out a bottle of water from the back bag, twist the lid, and pass it to her mouth -
gululu ~.
She gulped down the water bottle.
After a long time of filling with water, she began to recover.
Patted the sun red cheek, looked at Beiming ink bitterly: "you painted so long, in the end did you draw well?"
She was really curious about what he would paint her like?
Even if it's not a fairy, it should be a beauty, right? Hee hee.
He raised Yang Mou however, cold face, hand electronic drawing board to her, "oneself see."
She happily takes it over, stares at it tightly, and points across the screen page by page -
one architectural sketch after another comes to her eyes.
"Wow, did you draw so many drawings in those hours?"
He sank his eyes and drank the bottle of water she had just drunk.
“…… Beiming ink, since you are v.q., why don't you draw the project yourself and have to invite public bidding for other enterprises to undertake it? " In fact, she wants to say that his own painting is definitely worth a lot of money