Long Street

When meeting the "ghosts", Xiang Yu didn't have any emotional ups and downs.

She thought that the last time Jin Fubai said that "ghosts and ghosts" was a mess for her at the dinner, it is estimated that this ghost also lost a lot of face, and she happened to meet her this time, people will definitely find it back. .

Of course it was to get her back, and it was impossible to trouble Jin Fubai.

However, Xiang Yu is not a bully temper, and it doesn't matter if Sang yells at her. Anyway, it doesn't hurt or itchy, and it's all rumors and nonsense, just don't go to the heart.

But she didn't want to save her face.

A few bottles of ace of spades, she didn't want to drink too much, so she served as a reward for working overtime for several days, and at most she would go back and secretly feel distressed.

The decision was made. I didn’t expect the wine to be ordered. A waiter in a vest walked over and didn’t know what was said in the ear of "Ghost". The face of "Ghost" suddenly turned pale, as if it was about to change. As if back to the original, Xiang Yu was shocked.

Afterwards, "Guigui" turned his head and gave her sisters a wink, and several women ran away with their bags in grief.

Only a fiery red fur collar was dropped on the sofa, and I don't know who owned it.

Who will quietly appear to relieve her at this time?

Xiang Yuru felt something, and turned around, just in time to see Jin Fubai walking slowly from the brightly lit place.

He didn't wear a down jacket. He wore a beige long cashmere coat with open arms and a black shirt underneath, dressed like a model who had just walked off the top of the big show.

Why is it just dressed like it? Maybe it's because he has a deeper temperament than a model.

And Jin Fubai's affectionate warm eyes, looked at her deeply.

Xiang Yu was a little surprised, lying on the back of the sofa watching Jin Fubai slowly walk towards her.

He stood in front of her, leaned over and touched her face: "Stupid?"

"...Why are you back? Didn't you say that it will be after the Spring Festival?"

Jin Fubai gently scratched the bridge of her nose with the back of her index finger: "'Moving the horse to Li Changzhou, there is no time to look forward', understand?"

Xiang Yu thought he was eager to return to the emperor because of something important, so he raised his head and asked him, "Why don't you have time to look forward to it?"

Jin Fubai's love words came at hand: "For you."

After he finished speaking, he bowed his back and kissed her.

There was a little chill outside on the man's lips, and her body was familiar with the smell of agarwood. His lips and teeth were entangled, making people addicted for no reason.

Xiang Yu didn't know that Li Qi was there that day. Later, she saw the snap photos Li Qi sent him on Jin Fubai's phone:

In the nightclub feasting, the room was full of smoke, Jin Fubai held her on the back of the neck and kissed her.

He was wearing a coat, and she only wore a sweater, it seemed that he really looked like a lover who came back from abroad just to miss her.

Xiang Yu was also willing to believe that Jin Fubai was like this.

So she was very happy that day. She put her arms around Jin Fubai’s neck, and was afraid that the environment was too noisy for him to hear. She leaned in his ear and said, “Have you heard anyone say the Maya’s prediction? It was in December 2012. The 21st is the end of the world, and the sun will not rise again on December 22. I was thinking a few days ago, if you don’t come back, the world will be the end of the world. Wouldn’t I never see you again? "

Jin Fubai turned his head and saw Xiang Yu frowning, his worries were real.

So his gentleness and patience are also true.

Jin Fubai picked up Xiangyu's down jacket, helped her put it on, picked up the person and walked out in full view.

The black Benchi with 5 4 license plates parked at the entrance of the nightclub. After getting in the car and getting out of the hustle and bustle, he said in a comforting tone that there are so many sophisticated and sophisticated scholars in the world. If you have prepared for the end of the world, can you still get advertising companies and film companies to make money with this gimmick?

There is a disaster movie called "2012" that I actually watched Yu Yu, and I felt confused when I saw it.

She thought about it, and thought so.

Everyone is doing everything in order, and she just feels that idlers like her have to follow the trend.

"I believe this kind of thing, miss me?" Jin Fubai understood it this way.

He didn't ask her if she wanted to go home, nor did he say where to take her, but when the car drove out of the nightclub street, Xiang Yu quickly recognized that this was the way to the hotel.

She looked at the retreating street lamp outside the window: "No."

Jin Fubai's face averted slightly, but turned his head to Yu Yu, and looked at him seriously: "But I often look at my phone, and I often think about what time it is on your side, or guess what you are doing."

"You haven't taken the initiative to contact me."

Jin Fubai stared at the street that could not see the end, and asked, "Are there other interested men by your side? Before me or after me?"

His face looked a little cold when he narrowed his smile, and what he said seemed to be meaningful.

Xiang Yu didn't figure out why he suddenly asked this, and only replied, "No, my personality is like this, I don't take the initiative to contact him."

At the red light intersection, there was no second car besides them on the road. Xiang Yu yawned with his hand covering his lips. Jin Fubai stretched his hand over while waiting for the red light to open the hem of her sweater. Carefully rubbed her spine, and changed the subject: "Did you lose weight again?"

"Probably."

Xiang Yu's back was stretched very straight, and 45 seconds after the red light, his warm fingertips pulled away and held the steering wheel again.

But intuitively, this night will not be easy.

It was the same hotel suite. Jin Fubai walked in with Xiang Yu and observed her slightly sleepy face. He asked her warmly, "Is you still working overtime during this time?"

"Didn't the company's assistant resign? I am not only working overtime, but I also have to copy and print out the forms. I'm very busy."

Talking to Taro while changing her shoes, her shoes are Martin boots, and she has to untie the laces, shaking and standing unsteadily. Jin Fubai held her waist and said softly: "Go take a hot bath. Go to bed after washing."

Blinking at Yu, some can't believe that he just let her go.

Or maybe, this "sleeping" has another meaning?

After taking a shower, she sat on the bed in Jin Fubai’s bedroom. His beds were all brand-name bedding. Someone might be cleaning them on time, but things didn’t dare to move. I accidentally remembered that there were three more inside, and after a few months, they were still there as before.

Jin Fubai took a shower next door and came out wearing a nightgown, thinking of something, turning back downstairs and coming up again.

Only a bedside lamp was lit in the bedroom, with a faint beige light.

Xiang Yu leaned on the bed and saw Jin Fubai standing by the door throwing a bright object, maybe because it was late at night, she subconsciously felt that he had thrown a bright star.

In the palm of my hand, I saw a pair of diamond stud earrings tied together with thin threads.

The diamond is one carat, and then look at the tiny brand logo on the platinum tray. I want to know that this brand must be expensive.

Jin Fubai said, "Isn't that the ear studs are missing?"

It wasn't a long-awaited reunion gift, but she casually complained that the ear studs could not be found, so he bought her a new pair, as if he should have done this, casual and natural.

Smack carefully, and you can taste the touch that he puts people in his heart.

Xiang Yu carried the ear studs and asked, "I haven't determined that it is lost. If you find them, you would have spent your money in vain?"

It was also a coincidence that she lay down on the bed with the new earrings and felt a little cool behind her neck. When she felt it out, it was her earrings that had been missing for several months.

Xiang Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "It turns out that you are here for nothing."

"Change the wear." Jin Fubai downplayed.

Before he took off his nightgown and pressed it over, he seemed to be thinking about the days in his heart, and he made sure that her menstrual period had passed before he held her waist.

A man has a particularly warm body temperature. Even in this cold winter night, Jin Fubai does not have cold hands and feet. Every inch of his skin is hot.

Xiang Yu's hand gently moved forward to stop him from kissing.

The fingertips touched his hot chest, right on his heartbeat, causing her to curl up for a moment.

Perhaps it was unexpected that she would stop, Jin Fubai paused slightly, holding her wrist and pulling the hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand, and said a little bit of doubt: "I don't want to?"

"No..."

Xiang Yu shook his head, with the softness and jealousy peculiar to girls, and some small jealousy, "Is there anyone in the nightclub that has anything to do with you?"

Unexpectedly, she would ask such a question. Jin Fubai was stunned for a moment, squinted to recall the looks and clothes of those women, and asked her with a smile, "I have that taste?"

"Then what is your taste?"

He leaned over and kissed: "You are like this."

The lips and teeth are dependent on each other, Xiang Yu is very nervous, the eyelashes are rustling, and the kisses are a little stiff.

She was able to face up to her nervousness, clasping his neck, and tremblingly discussed: "I may not have experience, you have to let me some."

"know."

Maybe she likes Jin Fubai because of his gentleness and care.

Unlike those hairy boys, there are always some impulsive and reckless excuses for "young".

Jin Fubai probably also endured uncomfortably, sweating on the corner of her forehead, but she smiled against her forehead: "Why do I hope I let you?"

His voice is never harsh, nor is it a trickle of spring water, there is a kind of laziness when lying on a rocking chair in the sun in the afternoon.

But this description seems to be too bright, not like him.

Maybe his voice should be like the setting sun, hanging lazily from the horizon, sinking into the horizon.

Xiang Yu thought for a long time, and had an answer at midnight.

When he came over from behind, he asked in her ear, do you want a finger or a mouth?

She finally figured out that his voice was not lazy, but never hurried.

Even in matters of love, he never loses control.