Ba Ai Mou Qing

Fanwai Er belongs to Xiao Boya's pride

The day Xiao Xiaoya first met, Xiao Boya would never forget in her life, that clear little face, quiet but stubborn eyes, bathed in the swaying tree shadow sunlight, as if it had become the most profound mark of his life, With the passage of time, the years are mottled and do not wear away, as if forever.

what is love? From the perspective of rational science, love is a biological process through the action of hormones, and is a comprehensive expression of a series of chemical reactions. Human love and sexual desire reach the extreme at the beginning of the relationship, and then become increasingly indifferent. The romantic state between couples is like paint, and the romantic state of infatuation begins to fade within 15 months of getting along with each other, and has disappeared after 10 years.

He has been with Yun Qing for less than a year, and in the past fifteen years, he has never forgotten her, even if there is nothing between them, she is the only failure in his history of unfavorable feelings, but it makes life memorable.

He couldn't bear the thoughts and the small hope in his heart. He resolutely returned to China, and his destiny was kind. They reunited as he had hoped, but he had long lost the qualification and stand for loving her.

Feng Jincheng will never know how envious he was, even for a time, he thought he had a chance to be with her, and he even said to himself that he was not required to love herself, as long as she was by his side, Just let him love her.

It is a pity that even such a humble wish is ultimately nothing but imagination. Even if Qing Qing and Feng Jincheng are separated and separated, no matter how tossing, he Xiao Boya is always an outsider. It's their own story. He Xiao Boya didn't even mix a cannon fodder. It was miserable to say, but this is the truth.

Feng Jincheng said that bad man, "If there is no if, even if there is, Ye Qing is mine, forever."

So confident and determined, blocking Xiao Boya's retreat, Feng Jincheng is a traitor. He is just a lawyer. He is a bit cheap on his lips, and he is not an opponent of Feng Jincheng.

Xiao Boya suddenly realized that Qi Qing was caught by such a man and could not run away no matter how he struggled. This man could not care about principles and rules, he was not shameless, and exhausted all means. He could never have a second one. Choice, it should be said that Feng Jincheng simply does not allow her to have a choice.

He directly and brutally let Xiao Boya know that in his love with Yun Qing, Xiao Boya was always an outsider, and he was uplifted by the running suit, and he was stingy.

Xiao Boya remembered that a few days after the two smiled at En Qiu, he found himself again and directly asked for the pompom on the green braid.

At the time, Xiao Boya couldn't help laughing, and said angrily, "Who still keeps things that have been so long?" Feng Jincheng said decisively: "You must be kept, and they will be kept intact. You secretly love my wife and children, I bear Now, but my wife's things, here you are, no, you secretly **** yourself, I have not seen it as cheap, but you see the thing, as a husband, do you think I can stand it? "

This was an unreasonable bastard, and Xiao Boya was happy. He suddenly remembered that everyone outside said that Feng was always an elegant man comparable to the medieval aristocracy of Britain and France. From Xiao Boya's point of view, this man It's the landlord, the hooligan, the rogue.

Xiao Boya finally gave him the pompom headdress that had been kept for more than ten years, and at that moment, Xiao Boya suddenly felt a lot relaxed.

Perhaps Yun Kaiyue Ming said that attachment is always because there is still a bit of hope. If there is no trace of hope, people will often look at it rationally. Because they lose the reason for support, attachment will become paranoid. He Xiao Boya Regardless of being such a man, he has the most basic pride and style of his own.

In particular, taking a step back may get more. Love may not be the longest thing in the world, but friendship can go through time and space forever.

Maybe when the two are white and goose-skinned, they recall these things of the year and they will laugh at each other. This is life, there is a past, there is a present, and there is a future. Maybe he can also look forward to encountering a corner at the corner. Sweet love belongs to his Xiao Boya's love ...

Fanwaisan about posture

One night, Feng Jincheng and his daughter-in-law had just finished a round of tossing. After lying in bed and resting, Kung Ching just breathed, and said, "Feng Jincheng, why are you always on top? This time, it is not good. Am I on it? "

Feng Jincheng held her wife innocently and touched it: "Did you just let you be on the first half just now, you are not very happy, let your old public power, speed up ... Daughter, so quickly forget ... "

Wu Qing flushed: "I'm still on top of you, what's the difference between me and below?" Feng Jincheng blinked, and he rolled over and pressed his daughter-in-law under his body. I slipped in very smoothly ... "Uh ..." Hu Qing snorted ...

Feng Jincheng got close to his wife's ears, took a bite, and said unwillingly: "Father-in-law, your husband will tell you the difference now, you are below, I can hold you here and do it It ’s more labor-saving ... ”Then, reaching up to Qing Qing's rounded part, she lifted her leg away and hit her hard twice.

Wu Qing hummed twice, her body bowed involuntarily ... "And, it can be like this ..." Feng Jincheng grabbed his wife's two beautiful little feet and kissed them, raised them on the shoulders, and raised them ... ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ...

Feng Jincheng's big hand slipped, holding his sister-in-law's shapely smooth calf, and folding it up, as if practicing acrobatics, almost folded flat against the bed. His wife-in-law's soft body, Feng Jincheng was particularly satisfied. He stood up, From top to bottom, energetically inject ... ah ... Yi Qing was crying with pain and joy, high and low, and stood up especially Yindang ... It was too deep and a little scared by Feng Jincheng, but after the sourness rose, , Crispy and comfortable ...

Every time he hits Huaxin, as if the rainstorm is falling, the hitting Huaxin is splashed with red waves, with such depth and strength, there is an almost perverted pleasure ...

It was just that when Qing Qing felt that she was about to climb to the peak, Feng Jincheng suddenly let go of her and turned her over quickly. Her hands were stretched out, and her feet were pulled apart by him in a kneeling position. As Feng Jincheng entered from behind, he panted, "You can do this, I'm doing it, I can catch you here ..."

The big hand slid down, holding her upright part of her chest, and began to knead with the rhythm, sometimes violent, sometimes gentle, in his crazy rhythm, like a violent boat shiver in the storm, shaking back and forth shivering, as if about to capsize When it was over, Feng Jincheng, who was stretched out his hand, suddenly grabbed one arm, raised one leg, and raised it ...

In this way, every impact of him seemed like a tiger coming down the mountain, unstoppable ... One arm and leg of Qing Qing almost softened several times ...

When Feng Qing was almost paralyzed, Feng Jincheng suddenly let go of her and hugged her waist to turn around. The two turned over, Tong Qing was on top, Feng Jincheng was lying below, and Feng Jincheng moved a few times. He stopped, and as soon as he stopped, Tong Qing began to hum softly and dissatisfied, and was impatiently grind below.

Feng Jincheng chuckled twice and patted her rounded hips: "I haven't been on top all the time, now I'm on top. What's wrong, humming?"

Qing Qing pouted, tried to move it twice, and started to rub again, lying on Feng Jincheng's body, and Feng Jincheng smiled. His wife's performance on the bed made him love and hate, and stretched out his mouth to bite. When she sniffed her nose, she said, "The lyrical girl knows how to stab it, so why don't you move the lazy girl ..."

With her mouth talking, her big hand dragged her waist and moved along with her intentions. Not very fast, but every time was heavy ... Yuan Qing was satisfied, but couldn't help but open her eyes and lowered her head. To see him.

The warm light reflected on Feng Jincheng's face, the handsome silhouette was deeper, the sweat leaked from himself, fell on him, mixed with his sweat, and slipped down, there was a kind of intimacy with water and milk ...

She could feel the frequency of this man's slight beating in her body, agreeing with his rapid breathing, intense heartbeat ...

How much this man loves her, Tong Qing knows very well, and she loves him too much, can't wait for him ... She lowered her head to kiss him, but instantly changed from active to passive, being penetrated into his mouth by his tongue, deeply, Explore, dig ... as if exploring a treasure, and as if patrolling your own territory.

Suddenly, the actions under him suddenly rose, and Xi Qing shouted involuntarily, but Feng Jincheng only moved for a while, then stopped, putting Qi Qing in halfway, sad to death.

Feng Jincheng held her head and kissed her fiercely. Her slippery lips penetrated her ears with hot air coming out of her ears and kept coming in and out ... Big hands slowly slid slowly from her waist. Cross the waistline and slide down the back to the shallow ambiguous ditch, down ...

"Uh ... Jincheng, Fengjincheng, old ..." It felt like his hand fell on his place. Su Qing suddenly reacted, his body struggling fiercely, but was blocked by Feng Jincheng's other hand. At the waist, □ moved up, and at the same time, one of his fingers was sticking the slippery juice and probed in ...

Ah ... he entered very slowly and lightly, but Tong Qing still felt uncomfortable, but that kind of uncomfortableness was quickly overwhelmed by a kind of fast and full feeling before and after. This feeling was novel and exciting, and it fixed the seal. The city won't hurt her, Tong Qing relaxes and is quickly thrown into the clouds by Feng Jincheng ...

When she saw the fireworks in full sky, she seemed to hear Feng Jincheng mutter: "Wife can still do this ..."

The author has something to say: If you continue to do it outside, you can continue to pay attention to what you like. Where is it written?