After a while, she felt cold and took the folded blanket beside her.
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Yu Tingchuan has returned to the company at five o’clock in the afternoon.
Hardly had he unscrewed the office door handle when he saw the figure in the sofa at first sight.
Linda got up from her position and came over to explain, Manager Yu may say that the dry cleaner will be late to deliver the laundry because of rainy days.
Yutingchuan withdrew his sight from the leather sofa and nodded slightly, so let her go to work first.
After Linda walked away, Yu Tingchuan closed the door backhand.
He walked into the office but didn’t go to the sofa area.
The tall body leans against the edge of the big table, lights a cigarette and slowly spits out a cigarette.
The line of sight turned to the sofa.
Song Qingcheng is sleeping with her legs curled up, where her slim and charming body is shrouded in loose shirts. Her sleeves are rolled up to reveal her slender wrists, her legs are covered with plain blankets, and her long black hair is scattered all over the sofa. Her plain facial features are morbidly pale, but her eyebrows are still beautiful.
The distant mountains are like Dai, and the water near them contains smoke.
These two poems appeared in Yu Tingchuan’s mind at the right time.
He stretched out his hand and touched the ashtray, and the smoke was white and the ashes fell in succession, saying that the moment was charming.
Section 21
☆ Chapter 3 I don’t like always putting on airs with my elders (minor repairs) either.
After smoking, Yu Tingchuan straightened up and threw away the cigarette butts and went to rest.
The rest pattern is exactly the same as the home bedroom, except for all the furniture and the sole bathroom.
Yu Tingchuan took off his suit hanger and washed his hands in hygiene.
There is still a faint fragrance in the air. The wall mirror is covered with steam, and it is unclear. In front of the washstand, a few rolls of men’s shirt sleeves are piled up, and the faucet is turned on, and the gurgling water washes away those big hands.
Suddenly, like some kind of induction, Yu Tingchuan looks up at the front mirror.
The mirror reflects the situation at the door of washing hands.
I don’t know when the whole Song Dynasty woke up and was leaning against the door.
Drop the tap, take the towel and dry your fingers. Finish all this slowly. Yu Tingchuan turned around and then he found that Song Qingcheng didn’t wear pants.
The girl has a loose shirt, some messy hair and bare legs at the neckline of the shirt, as if she had fished it out of milk.
Men’s shirts with slim skeletons look more and more petite and exquisite.
Yutingchuan glanced at her left foot.
White ankle with a little black rose tattoo chic and sexy.
The whole Song Dynasty is staring at Yutingchuan for a moment, and she probably woke up from her sleep when he lit a cigarette, knowing that her eyes kept looking at her when he smoked.
Good-looking? Her lips gently bent without head or tail said 1
Yutingchuan withdrew his sight and put aside the towel in his hand. Now that you’re awake, let Linda go to urge a dry cleaner over there.
Said ready to go out.
Song Qingcheng regarded his indifferent tone of voice as a few steps to successfully block his way. At the same time, she looked up at Yu Tingchuan Zhanhei and asked, What do you want to give me a check?
Wash your hands, the lights are dim, and the girl’s eyes in the narrow corner are too bare and direct.
Song city raised one hand to hold a button on the man’s shirt.
Fingertips hold buttons and turn them gently.
She whispered, Or are you so generous to all women?
Yu Tingchuan looked down at her, revealing a charming and faint taste. Neither her manual nor her tone of voice was a high school student. He remembered that Gu Zhengshen once said that 22 years old is not small …
Then someone knocked at the door outside.
Loud and loud is too abrupt.
Song city has a moment of uneasy consciousness to let go of the buttons in his hand.
Before she retreated, Yu Tingchuan held her soft waist with a big hand in her long arm, so the whole Song Dynasty staggered forward and the charming body crashed into the man’s arms.
Two people close to the body in an instant without leaving a gap.
Different from the stadium that time, Yu Tingchuan really held her in his arms. How did Yu Tingchuan’s psychology change in this process? Song Qingcheng came to think about whether her thighs were attached to men’s suits, long legs and full noses. Mature men felt their hearts beating faster and faster.
Yu Tingchuan’s wish to see her face flash by was frightened, and her voice was a little low. I’ve said it very plainly.