Chapter 912： The Old Dream of the Republic of China 102

Chapter 912 Old dreams of the Republic of China 102

Chen Qi thinks but dare not think.

But Wen Ling is like a vicious moon with a dark halo. At this moment, he is tempting Chen Qi to walk further into the abyss.

Her voice seemed to have the power of bewitching.

"Chen Qi, do you want me?" This sentence, like a curse, entered Chen Qi's ear bit by bit.

Then slowly walked into Chen Qi's heart.

Those who refuse and restraint can't say anything.

Chen Qi tried hard to make a fist, but didn't know when the girl's hand had already been squeezed with him, and it was clasped with his fingers.

He was pressed in this corner, and it seemed that there was no other way out except thinking.

At this time, Wen Ling was like a **** who forced X to X, tightly pressing Chen Qi into the corner.

Little Ginseng Jing felt that she had endured it for a long time. It was so exciting tonight, it should be more exciting.

Anyway, she wouldn’t follow others.

Two people talk about business in the morning and business in the evening. They both have to talk.

I'm an adult now, it's time to do something that adults can do.

Otherwise, wouldn't all this great time be wasted?

And taking advantage of the young physical strength, feel more about the charm of business.

When I am really old, I can only look at my tears speechlessly, which is much more pitiful.

Thinking of this, Wen Ling is more like a little demon, and he is closer to Chen Qi's ear.

She no longer stared at Chen Qi's eyes, but gently used her cool lips to wipe the other's ears, her voice was fascinated: "Look, how nice is the night?"

Whether it is driving a car or talking about business, it is an excellent background picture.

The following words do not need to be said.

At this time, there are some things that can only be understood but cannot be said.

Chen Qi swallowed, always feeling that he was on the edge of the abyss, jumping back and forth repeatedly.

He couldn't help this temptation, such a bold, hot, and straightforward temptation.

"I thought." After a long time, Chen Qi closed his eyes slightly, and said in a dumb voice.

What he thought, he had already thought about it, and he went crazy thinking about it.

However, he felt that he was unworthy, so he kept suppressing his heart.

Now he has already planned to let himself go, or the night is too moving, he can't bear it anymore.

Na Jiaojiao Mingyue intends to drag him into the abyss of hell. Besides staying with her, can he have a second choice?

With or without?

That is no longer a problem he can think about now, and he doesn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

Have you pounded garlic?

is the most traditional pestle and mortar, hand-pounded garlic bit by bit.

One clove of fresh garlic was put into the bowl, and then using a hard stone pestle, either heavy or lightly, the fresh garlic cloves were slowly mashed until they became white. , Or milky white crumbled foam.

Then, bursts of garlic fragrant came out of the bowl slowly.

Fresh, but also natural taste, can make people immerse in it unconsciously.

For some people, this experience is very novel, for some people, they may not like the smell.

Chen Qi had never done anything like this before, and he didn’t even know how to use this stone pestle.

This stone pestle is so hard, won’t it really break the bowl?

Garlic?

Will    not be broken?

Chen Qi didn’t understand and didn’t know, so he moved gently and cautiously at first, for fear that he might accidentally smash the garlic or break the bowl.

(End of this chapter)