Don’t Turn from Summer

No one spoke, all the subtle emotions seemed to be silent. The two ran forward towards Chaoyang.

I have to admit that men's physical recovery is still fast. In the first few days, although he could stand with her, he was obviously exhausted after running. Now he seemed relaxed.

After an hour of running, the two went to their old place for breakfast. Lin Mochen asked, "Today is the weekend. What are the arrangements?"

Mu Hanxia replied, "I'm going to a company meeting at ten in the morning. How about you?"

"Hurry up yesterday and finish today's meeting." He watched her answer.

Mu Hanxia didn't speak, after a while, smiled.

Lin Mochen said, "Come with me to a place later?"

"it is good."

When Mu Hanxia went home to take a shower and went downstairs, he saw that Lin Mochen had already drove over and waited. After getting in the car, it didn't take long to reach the destination. Mu Hanxia got out of the car and looked at some familiar buildings in front of him. Lin Mochen has folded her shoulders: "Upstairs."

It was the house he used to live in, and Mu Hanxia later lived in Beijing for a while on a business trip. Xu is because the high-end residential buildings use stone exteriors. After so many years, the buildings do not look a little bit old, but still look elegant and low-key. But the color of the building seems to be a little darker after all.

Lin Mochen took out the key to open the door, and all the furnishings he saw in front of him were exactly the same as Mu Hanxia's memory. The room is clean and tidy, and it should be cleaned regularly.

Lin Mochen led her into the room: "Sit."

Mu Hanxia asked, "What's up today?"

"Get something." He took her a bottle of mineral water from the cabinet and walked into the room.

Mu Hanxia sat on the sofa and saw that the thin blanket was hanging beside him, but it was not old. She picked it up, stared at it, and touched it lightly. At this moment Lin Mochen took a document bag and came out.

"It's also close to Feng Chen, why can't you live?" She asked.

He smiled and answered, "Because it's a little farther from your house."

"is it?"

"Well. It takes 25 minutes to walk to your house from here. It only takes 15 minutes to pass from Fengchen Group." He replied hurriedly.

Mu Hanxia: "Oh."

Lin Mochen sat down on the sofa next to her and stared at her, saying, "I have never asked you before, when I lived here alone, wasn't I used to it?"

Mu Hanxia smiled slightly: "It's okay. I just felt that the house was too big and the decoration was so good. It must be very expensive. I have been very careful when I live here, thinking not to break anything."

Lin Mochen remained still for a while and said, "Silly girl."

Mu Hanxia felt only a slight pain in her heart, but the pain was far away and faint to be ignored. She lowered her head and smiled calmly, stood up, walked around the room and looked around. Lin Mochen stood up and followed her.

At the door of the master bedroom, she stopped. This is Lin Mochen's room, and she has never lived here before. All the decorations are still simple and cold in her memory. When she raised her eyes, she accidentally glanced at a cabinet next to the cabinet. A note was affixed to the box: "Summer."

Mu Hanxia glanced at Lin Mochen, his face was quiet. She walked over and opened the box gently, but inside was a pile of odds and ends, all sealed in transparent plastic bags. For example, a small wooden comb, a towel, women's cotton pajamas, cheap rhinestone hairpins, a pen ...

The girl of that year was somewhat cautious and shy looking forward to speaking. So when I left here, I left a lot of small things on purpose. Let his home be full of traces of his own life. She thinks that next time she stays here, maybe she can continue to use ...

Mu Hanxia closed the box and said with a chuckle, "These things are useless. What do you keep?"

Lin Mochen did not answer. He hugged her from behind.

Mu Hanxia thought he must be intentional, and deliberately brought her here. However, he was a man and she was a woman. The moment he bowed his head and kissed her, she felt the heart tremble. She didn't move. Lin Mochen had always been an observant man. Seeing that she was not resisting, he pulled her to sit on the bed with the homeopathy, let her sit on her lap, and then kissed her.

Mu Hanxia put his hand on his shoulder and let him kiss deeply. The taste in his mouth was light and familiar. Compared to the previous few gentle and warm, he started using techniques today. Around her tongue, she bit it round and round. Hands slid into the hem of her clothes, not rushing up, but stopped at her waist, rubbing very lightly and lightly with her fingertips.

Obviously irregular, yet gentle and gentle.

However, such a light movement made Mu Hanxia feel a shudder like an electric shock. My throat is a little dry. Is it because her body hasn't been touched for too long, or because Lin Mochen's skills are so superb? Just a little tease like this, she has already felt the breeding of long-lost lust. However, Lin Mochen's aggression had just begun. His eyes seemed to have a smile. He lowered his head and kissed down her neck. Slowly slide your hand up, stop at the soft and plump place, and easily knead the whole package.

"Why did I wait so long?" He whispered in her ear.

Mu Hanxia's heart trembled, and she clearly felt that his movements had worsened, and she obviously had a sense of punishment. Her breathing became a little short, and she reached out to push him away. But he refused to let her head up, blocking her lips, and finally began to kiss fiercely, her fingers flicking harder and harder. Mu Hanxia just felt that there was a white light flashing in his head. The strong **** sexiness in his arms, the intense and exciting pleasure he brought, almost swallowed her like a tide. She almost moaned.

He is too dangerous, he is too confused, he is too patient.

Where is Lin Mochen, who was young and vigorous at the age of 26, comparable?

Mu Hanxia broke free from him, stood up, blushed and said, "It's almost ten o'clock, I have to go to a meeting."

Lin Mochen's hand was still on the bed, and there was a thick color in his eyes. He stared at her for a while and laughed at himself.

He wasn't planning to have something to do with her here, but he was instantly moved.

He knew every inch of her skin. The tentacles just now are as soft and delicate as the memory. Obviously at this moment, he has been so eager to die by her, but he can be close to her today. His insatiable heart, like a young man in his early 20s, feels unprecedented satisfaction.