Perfect Feast

“Ow...”

Ow, Zhang Ling held his crotch back two steps, Liu Yang stepped after him and punched Zhang Ling in the face door.

Zhang Ling raised his hand in agony, just about to greet him. A red sports car flew in, and one suddenly stopped beside two people. As the door slowly opened, a long, beautiful face with a warm smile came down, soft cheeks in the light of the car red, watching Liu Yang not speak, just staring at him.

“Monsieur?” Liu Yang stopped and shouted in surprise.

“What, you look like you don't know him?” Mengsi leaned against the car door and the red skinny cashmere sweater outlined the moving lines and mixed them with the sedan behind her.

“You... you... what are you doing here? You're not...” It's nothing, but Liu Yang can't go on.

When Meng Sisi and his evening rained in the spring, leaving a farewell book, he thought he would never see her again in his life. But I couldn't think of her, but she was like a ghost, appearing in front of me again in a place where I had no idea how long or how.

Zhang Ling moved in front of Meng Sisi with some embarrassment, whispering: “Meng Dong... I...”

Mengsi smiled at him and said, “This time it's not your fault, it's his trick. Go back first...” Liu Yang looked at her curiously. The spark flashed in her head, and her heart came to understand.

She's the one who found Minister Hung!

In that case, she knew she had come to Jinling, she knew she had been in a car accident, and might have drunk those young bars.

It's just that she's the only one who knows about coming to Jinling. How does she know that? Didn't she say we'd see each other for life? What does she mean when she comes to herself?

And that's twice now, with the college graduation. Pussycat rats. It's fun, isn't it?

“Get in the car...” Meng Si smiled slightly, like a fantastic fairy in the night.

Liu Yang slowly turned around: “I am not your sidekick, I can't do the trick immediately, wave.” Liu Yang's face suddenly darkened, his tone deeply swallowed and his eyes flashed with a slight pain.

“I didn't say you were my sidekick, but I thought you were a little scared of me.” Meng sighed delicately, reaching out to open the door of the car and rubbing it again: “Get in the car. ”

“Don't think that your trick I don't know... but I think we also need to have a good conversation...” Liu Yang said, turning to the other side of the car.

As soon as Mengsi stepped on the throttle, the sports car started rapidly, and turned onto the street, racing along the street. After a few turns, he saw the trees flashing along the road getting taller and thicker. It actually seemed to be driving into Zhongshan Forest. When the car crosses a gate that is manned by soldiers in this uniform, the speed of the car is a little slower.

By the time Mengsi stopped the car, he had arrived in a small, elegant and quiet courtyard in Ancient Woodson. The blurry lights, the light of the night, make this discharge seem mysterious and quiet.

Through the bleak lights in the courtyard, you can see that the house in front of you is constructed with a streamlined geometric pattern, yet the roof is covered with a faux blue eaves and a layer of glass tiles on the roof that do not show color.

Behind Mengsi, through the glass door in the hallway is the living room with a three-dimensional western section. Apart from stairs and doors, all three sides are covered in leather sofas, surrounded by luxury carpets of pure wool, velvet curtains adorn a window with romantic, noble purple colors that make you think of each other.

Mengsi walked in front of him wearing a red skinny cashmere sweater, black trousers underneath him, pointed high heels on the carpet without a sound, the pavilion jade standing up more and more attractive.

“Would you like a drink?” Mengsi turned around and naturally asked.

Liu Yang looked at her with his arms in his arms and said softly: “I'm not here to drink...”

Mencius, however he replied, took a bottle of red wine and two very delicate glasses from the wine cabinet by the stairs.

Crystal red wine, crystalline glass rests on a crystalline marble table, and a glass of wine makes it so elegant, it gives you a feeling of dreaming.

However, just as her hand grabbed the glass and swayed gently, a brilliant lightning struck Liu Yang's eyes.

The ring… is the shining diamond ring again.

White and elongated, it was stained with rose nail polish on his fingers, and that ring was constantly sting Liu Yang's heart. “If you've made a choice, if you haven't seen each other in years, why are you still in front of me? And..."

Here, Liu Yang reached out and grabbed the glass in front of him. He lifted his neck and poured a big sip: “And... what do you mean by that night? ”

Monsieur listened to him, and his white face rose with shame. However, Meng Sisi did not shyly turn away from Liu Yang's eyes. He looked at him courageously and tenderly and lowered his voice: “What do you want me to say? I wouldn't believe it. You wouldn't feel it? I... gave you my innocent body...”

“You... what exactly do you want?” When Liu Yang said that, he almost suppressed his voice and yelled, “That's not how I felt. You're married, and you're... I admit, I'm not a good person. I also have a lot of women around me. But every woman I'm with, we all have feelings. What are we? ”

Mengsi sipped a sip of wine and asked lightly, "Don't we have feelings? How dare you say you don't love me? ”

“That was in the past... but since the moment you decided to leave, we've been ungrateful...” Liu Yang said, "I don't know why I feel like I'm a little undergassed.

The last time he said that, Mengsi said, "You're wrong. Although the past has passed, it's a continuation of today. Tomorrow starts anew! Cut constantly...”

When he and Mengsi walked into room 1313 on the 13th floor, the relationship between the two men was doomed to a mixed-up ending.

Until now, in front of him, that beach on the light purple sheets has dried up deep red. Just like the diamond ring worn on Mengsi's finger, Liu Yang's heart is always in pain.

Meng Sisisi also learned the look of Liu Yang, raised his slender snow and white neck, poured a big mouthful, then, with a very grudging, very expressive look at him, low voice: “Really? So you're telling me we need to talk? What do you want to talk about? ”

As he spoke, Mens put down his glass and stood up, shaking his head gently, and two crystalline tears slipped from his cheek: “Actually, I couldn't help but ask myself, why do this? But I never figured out what was going on with me. If you think I'm lying to you, you can only think of what you want...”

After that, Mengsi walked upstairs.

His attitude provoked Liu Yang's anger. You didn't even know what you were doing, so you pulled me into this? You think this kind of thing can be explained in one sentence? The difference between people and animals is that people have feelings!

Liu Yang suddenly stood up and grabbed her arm from behind: “Stop... if you can't make it clear today...”

“So what?” Meng Sisi turned his face back, one hand resting on his shoulder, one hand holding his waist, with a light purple red, kissed Liu Yang's mouth.

A rosy, crisp and sweet smell emanated from her hair, her armpits, every inch of her skin. Liu Yang took a deep breath and felt like a blue whale floating from the bottom of the sea.

He was tall and tall, and Mengsi was almost one head lower than he was. But now that she's standing on the stairs, all she has to do is slightly lift her feet and be able to hug him with enthusiasm.

In a sombre kiss, Liu Yang seemed to be already in another world where he could not speak clearly. At the bottom of my heart, a cold, hot feeling, wildfire burning up my body...

On a bright, sunny morning, the light enters the bedroom through an incompletely drawn gap between the curtains, sprinkled over the silk in light purple depicting the golden silk pattern.

Mengsi's eyelids moved slightly, slowly opening their eyes, reflected in the curtain, a familiar and unfamiliar handsome male face. His warm nose gently brushed against her face, leaving her lips to blossom with a faded delicate smile, his little hand climbing on his sleeping face and touching the currents...

This man is such a grown-up child that it really makes her love and hate!

Last night's madness and barbarism drained him of all his strength, and only when he fell asleep could she see him with a slightly naive, harmless, handsome face.

I gave you my innocent body, and I don't want you to be responsible. What else are you dissatisfied with? Always with a dark face. Aren't you tired? How nice is that? This is who you really are...

Slowly paused the little hand that outlined the masculine line on his handsome face. Mengsi's eyes looked good at him, and he couldn't stand to move away.

Her sleepiness had faded in her eyes, and her thoughts rose beneath her.

She cherishes her limited time with him. She wanted to leave nothing but beauty in her memory and forget her troubles, so there were a lot of things she didn't want to think about.

However, the man in front of him is clearly another stubborn guy. He has been this temper since school. He always has to figure out what he cares about before he can rest assured.

But it's no wonder he's awake with a stinking face.

Yesterday, however, this guy was angry and wouldn't let himself go for almost the whole night, maybe his wish would come true?