Good Morning, Mr. President!

Looking at Tang Yan, he suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck.

After he froze and was slightly surprised, she suddenly bit her mouth on his shoulder with a strong mouth. The bite was very heavy, even though it was across the shirt, he felt pain. But what is the pain like?

Tang Yan just thought she was wronged, and didn't push her away, but just hugged her tighter, and the two of them fell together on the bed. Suddenly he let go, like a child, holding his neck and lying on his chest, suddenly crying out of control.

Tang Yan has never seen her like this. She had at most two tears in front of her, but she was crying and twitching.

Tang Yan hugged her hard, only feeling that the tears were dripping on his chest, as if it had burned into his heart. It hurts and numbs.

The old man at home, did he say something too much to humiliate her? It's so out of place. Can a little girl be humiliated casually?

Tang Yan was already so grieved that he had to go to his grandmother in front of his grandmother to ask for justice.

"It's okay, it's okay ..." Tang Yan coaxed her like a child. Big palm patted gently on her twitching back. Never had such patience and tenderness. "Grandpa, don't take it seriously ..."

"Tang Yan, if it wasn't for Grandpa and me, when are you going to tell me the truth?" Su suddenly stood up and looked down at him.

The hair slid down from his shoulders and swept across his neck, a little itchy. He pursed his fingers and inserted her soft hair between her fingers. "Oh, I said that. Grandpa's words are not credible ..."

She blinked her eyelashes, and a tear fell directly on his lips.

She choked and said, "Your words can't be trusted!"

"..." He had a headache and a heartache.

She pulled the bed sheet directly and wiped her tears. As a result, her tears were like a broken thread.

A pair of clear eyes were holding him tightly, without blinking, the look was like engraving him into his eyes. Tang Yan was stunned by the action in his eyes, he felt that he seemed to be a bit misunderstood-her performance did seem to be aggrieved, and it was still very aggrieved. However, it doesn't look sad or sad. Moreover, it seemed that she did not want to retreat.

Tang Yan put her hands around her back of the head and slowly put her tears on her hands. "Well, tell me the truth, grandpa ..."

Before he finished speaking, I suddenly leaned down.

The lips haven't completely touched him yet. It was just the tip of her nose, and when he gently brushed his nose, all his words stopped abruptly. Breathing has become a lot heavier.

In Tang Yan's eyes, there was a gleam of ambilight. The next moment, as he wished, his soft lips were pressed against his **** thin lips.

What is it like to be kissed willingly by the woman you love? Tang Tang YY had chatted with Tang Song before. Tang Song's heartless and heartless guy said that the feeling of touching meat is definitely nothing special. Therefore, he has always only made love with people, not kissed people, and disgusted.

Tang Yan now fully realized it-it was a feeling of blood boiling, excited and nervous. Even if she had kissed her countless times.

This feeling, like Tang and Song people who have never really loved women, will never feel it!

He is also completely new to proactively kissing him. However, now she just wanted to learn from him, entangled deeply with him. With her hands on his shoulders, she urged her tongue and tangled with him. Tang Yan only enjoyed it, restrained as much as possible, and endured, not turning the kiss into his dominance.

But after a minute ...

He was finally intolerable.

In fact, her small tongue is too attractive. Moreover, such a cautious and sloppy scumbag is simply a little fairy.

He turned and kissed her hard. Big palm, followed into her pajamas.

She panted, not even shyly resisting, and bowed eagerly to him.

Tang Yan was surprised, his passion rubbed into his eyes, making him look more charming.

"Baby, I haven't wanted you for a long time ..." Tang Yan's hand walked over her delicate skin. God knows how much he missed her during those few days in the desert. She endured so hard that she didn't call her. She wanted to leave her alone for a few days. But, in fact, those days, he was more tortured.

Holding Tang Huan, he leaned against him softly, sucked his nose, and suddenly choked his mouth: "At the beginning ... if I didn't get the cornea of ​​others, do you really want to give me?

Tang Yan was shocked, and the action of caressing stopped abruptly.

Obviously I didn't expect that I would suddenly ask this question. No, exactly, she didn't expect that she would know about it.

"If it wasn't for Grandpa telling me, are you going to hide me forever in my life?"

Seeing him silent, I continued to speak.

"What did Grandpa tell you?" Tang Yan looked back at him, "What else?"

He rolled over and rode directly onto him. Tang Huan supported her waist with both hands, and with a strong waist, she sat up. Holding her back a step, leaning against the bed.

This is a posture to talk to her.

I didn't say anything for a long time, but just stared at him quietly. Then, eyes slowly closed. Soft fingers, lifted.

Tang Yan glanced a little deeper, realizing something, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He waited silently ...

Sure enough, his fingers gently lifted his eyebrows, then, his eyes, and then, his tall bridge of nose, and then ... his thin lips ...

Tang Yan's eyes were astringent.

Kasama, it feels like back to eight years ago ...

Eight years ago, when she couldn't see anything, she felt his presence with her fingers. Today, as in the past, her fingers are so soft and her movements are so light ... everything looks like the memory ...

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and gently clasped her wrist as before. She was very careful, and she was very light. She would be shocked if she couldn't see her.

Obviously, I also thought about the past. The eyelashes closed were shaking so badly that even the wrists were slightly trembling. For a long time, she opened her eyes slowly and slowly, and her eyes were misty. She looked at the man in front of her, and she wanted to say that before he returned, she had typed countless drafts. There were many things to ask, but ...

When he was in front of him now, she turned out to be a sentence, unable to say a word. She used to have too many regrets on her chest, but now she emerges in a flash, filling her with a heart.