Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He stroked his forehead, and suddenly smiled helplessly: "When you are awake, you will say that our three views are inconsistent!"

He slowly got up, sat on the side of the bed for a while, went to the bathroom and took a towel to help her clean up, and put on the quilt after cleaning, and looked at her gently for a long time...

After a long time, he got up and walked to the dressing room to change his clothes, but he didn't care at all when he saw that she threw away all the jewels at random.

He exhaled a long breath and went back to pick it up and tidied it up one by one.

She changed her clothes and went out, stood by the bed and looked at her quiet face. He stretched out his fingers and touched her lightly. Her voice was so hoarse that she said, "Bai Xueli, what do you want?"

She fell asleep and couldn't answer him.

He just stood quietly, feeling that the whole world was silent.

After a long time, he went out and ordered a bowl of noodles for himself, smoking and eating noodles.

She was at home, she should have been full, but he still felt lonely, and wanted to wake up the nasty woman to sweat with him, but he couldn't bear it.

Her face was a little pale, and he knew he was indulging in **** in recent days.

After eating the noodles, he sat on the arm of the sofa, watching the night outside, sitting for half a night.

At night, she screamed from the master bedroom, and he immediately pinched his cigarette **** and walked back.

The bedroom was dim, she stood at the bathroom door stroking her forehead, "It hurts."

He walked over and held out his hand to support her, angrily and funny: "You can bump your head while walking, what did Bai Xueli grow up with?"

She immediately hugged him and put her face on his shoulder: "Much cute."

"It's more hateful!" He snorted, still hugged her, and carried her to the toilet; "Well, tell me, will you still drink so much wine next time?"

"The last cup, you fed the last cup that took me down." She sat there, squinting her eyes: "Why don't the police arrest you for drunk driving?"

Ye Mulin sneered: "It seems to be very kind to you."

She hadn't gone to the toilet yet, so he hugged her down and then pressed her against the wall.

She woke up most of her wine, her eyes widened: "Yemulin, you let me down, I want to go to the toilet."

He pressed her as if he didn't intend to let her down.

Her eyes widened: "You are all boring, I said I want to go to the bathroom, I really want to go to the bathroom..."

"Please, kiss again. I'll let you go." He smiled and looked at her.

She seemed to be unable to believe that Ye Mulin was in front of her, struggling: "You bastard, I won't ask."

"Then continue to consume here." He smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit with one hand, took a puff, and puffed a cigarette on her little face.

She thought he was terrible, and bit her lip: "I really...can't help it."

"I don't dislike it," he looked at her: "You think about it, huh?"

She was so angry that her small face turned red from patience, and he stared at her...

Finally, she couldn't help it, and quickly kissed him on the lips, her voice was like a mosquito: "Please hold me over."

Ye Mulin put smoke on her lips, holding her with one hand and putting her back on the toilet.

She yelled in shame: "You go out."

He smiled and walked out, leaning against her at the door, waiting for her. She did not come out for a long time, but someone was crying inside...

Crying very sad.

He endured it for a while, feeling like he was being pierced by a needle, dense...