Huo Siran obviously heard the phone call, his face slightly stuttered.

Will girls be "being" discussed on such topics when they are single nights?

Or is it the only one who can do this?

Her little face, as if burned by a soldering iron, turned her back to them, and her breathing was close to her ears. She could only hear the shallow and seductive breath rubbing with the rustling of signals. Her voice was soft and shy: "Don't listen, they are all joking... making fun..."

"You also want to know how many times can you do in a night?" His low voice overflowed, echoing in the narrow space of the car body, extremely magnetic and nice.

Her watery eyes suddenly widened, her face blushed, and her cherry lips slightly opened: "I don't have it! I..."

"I'll tell you tomorrow night." Unexpectedly, he cut off her words, pressed her thin lips against the receiver, and said confidently--since, what she wanted to know.

I've been holding it in for so long, guess how long will it take for him to let her go.

Just listening, her cheeks began to be hot, and her feet were as light as if they were stepping in the clouds. The burning temperature came out through the receiver, warming her always cold hands and feet. She was simply at a loss.

"Can you get down now?" he asked.

She was stunned in the confusion and warmth: "Now?"

"Um."

"You're..." She immediately trotted over and opened the kitchen window.

"I'm downstairs." Hosran said, his deep eyes swept out the glass in front of the car, guessing that she might have seen his car.

In the garden of the community apartment, downstairs of Unit 3 of Building A, the low-key black Hummer exudes a condensed luster, and it calmly stops on one side, overflowing with domineering spirit, just like him.

The traditional saying is that the groom cannot see the bride on the eve of his wedding, but he can't wait and feel a little worried.

The tiny man bit his lips, pursed his smile, and said, "I'll go down right away."

After hanging up the phone, she wrapped her red scarf and said to everyone: "You guys play, I'll go buy some late-night snack drinks."

Everyone had long forgotten the problem that had just made things difficult for her and cheered in unison: "Okay!!!"

As soon as she left the door, the cold air outside the corridor suddenly poured in, which made her tremble. But she excitedly stepped on all the voice-controlled sensor lights in the corridor and excitedly entered the elevator! This was the first time, she felt like a date with him that was almost "affected". Although it was late in the night of the cold winter month, she didn't feel cold at all, because she knew that she would pounce on a hot and hot embrace after a while!

With the elevator, she ran out, and the voice-controlled lights lit up one by one.

At this moment, downstairs in the late winter and night, on the stone road surrounded by green cypresses in the apartment, Huo Siran leaned against the car door in a solemn and upright, waiting for her.

The moment she saw her get off, his deep eyes trembled slightly, leaning against the car, slowly standing straight, following the direction she ran over, and walked straight ahead. The moment she threw herself into his arms, her long arms hugged her tightly, and hugged her off the ground in her surprise scream.

The cold air wrapped around the two bodies, but they were like ***s that they had finally met, and were tightly entangled and refused to let go.

Huo Siran hugged her petite waist tightly, pressed her cotton coat that was as soft as a rice dumpling, and sighed and stuffed it into her arms. Finally, he understood what it means to not see each other for a day, like three autumns.

He was about to die of her...

"..." He groaned, and finally couldn't help but put her down. He turned over and pressed her against the tall car body, clasped her big palm tightly on the back of her head, and the domineering kiss accompanied by a hot breath, covering her hungrily.

"..." The little man almost didn't even have time to say anything, and his breath was completely taken away by him. His lips were firmly occupied by him, pried open, and blended with her.

Hosran was tall, even if he leaned down at her height, the long-term tilt made her neck sore. In addition, the force he exerted on her lips, sucking and sucking the enthusiasm and wildness of her tongue, she trembled slightly, held her waist tightly, grabbed his back with her little hand, and groaned like a "whimper" protest.

Hosran raised her misty eyes, understood what she meant, hugged her petite body tightly with distress, and lowered her body, opened the car door behind her, picked up her knees, and carried her in.

……………………

When she sat in, Huo Siran realized that she was dragging it down with barefoot on the cotton.

His eyes, which were as gentle as water, suddenly became cold, and it was a little scary. He wrapped her little feet into his palm and stuffed them into his arms: "Who is going to let you get down like this?"

She gasped in the air conditioner, and had never been so intimate with him. She blushed and wanted to withdraw, but he had untied his coat and shirt and stuffed it directly against his skin to his abdomen. God knows that there was still his smell on her delicate red lips, and the charming and seductive water stains remained on his sexy thin lips, demonstrating the passionate kiss just now.

"...Sran...Hosran..." She blushed and wanted to stop her, but it was too late. The soles of her feet were hot, making her sigh, but she remembered that it was his wound and retracted, "No, then your wound will be damaged..."

"Don't move." He ordered strongly, wrapped his hands tightly with her feet and pressed them on it. He finally waited until she accepted it obediently, leaning against the window while crossing the driving position, his little face was red and cute.

"You're having a single night with them inside, just ask this kind of question?"

She turned her face away with blushing, then couldn't help laughing and scratching her head: "I didn't ask."

"What else did you ask?" Hosran narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Lin Yitong didn't answer, bit her lip with a smile, reached out to play with the little thing on his dashboard, and the little Tibetan ornament.

The man wrapped her big palm tightly and slowly rubbed her feet, rubbing her fingertips with thin calluses...

"Ah... itchy..." Her little face suddenly wrinkled, she couldn't shrink back, but she wanted to reach it but couldn't. She looked at him pitifully, compromising and begging for mercy, "I said. I'm asking you, all the questions are about you, who told you that you have a special identity, so popular."

"What did they say to me?"

"Nothing, they don't understand me, they don't understand us." She lowered her eyelashes and said honestly, suddenly feeling something was wrong again, and her eyes raised brightly, "What are you doing? Why do you suddenly care about what others think?"

If they would rather demolish ten temples than break a marriage, they would naturally be a rude word and dare not say anything.

He groaned, his eyes suddenly became much gentler. He leaned over and hugged her whole body and said softly: "I don't really care what others say to me, but I care. Your friends will think what kind of man you are marrying."

The low and silly sentences are like the smudge of mist overflowing from the hot and warm tea cup, lingering in the quiet car.

She raised her little face and looked at him blankly, thinking, that's why he asked so much?

Her heart suddenly became hot and her eyes were hot.

He took his feet back, knelt up in his arms, put his hands on his neck, and overwhelmed him, breathing in close proximity with him, his watery eyes were bright and gentle: "Everyone will think you are good, because Hosran, they all have eyes and will look at them by themselves."

His goodness can be seen by anyone with discerning eyes.

He also looked up with her gaze, stared at her, and hugged her petite body docilely: "What about you? Can you see it too?"

He did all this for her.

She nodded in emotion, her long hair fell down, and her soft and cold lips covered her for the first time, and she said in a low voice: "I have eyes too, and my eyes are in my heart..." She was heartbroken and experiencing the love given by Hosran.

Her long hair surrounded him like warm and humid sea water. Hosran was intoxicated to enjoy the first initiative of this little thing. His kissing skills were still very immature and he dared not go deeper. He bit her tongue gently and hummed with a low desire. As expected, she even numbed her entire spine and leaned softly on his strong body, becoming a pool of spring water.

"Why are you here to come to me now?" she asked in a daze. "You said, tell me to wait for you, and you will pick me up tomorrow as your bride."

"I'm not relieved," Hosran stroked her hair, gently rubbing his little face with his nose, "I'm not relieved to let others accompany you for two nights...I'm going to come and see you in person, make sure you're...you're very well."

"It seems like I will escape marriage," she smiled, and then slowly stopped her smile, gently hugging his neck with her little hand, "From tomorrow, unless there is a special situation, I will never leave you again in the future, and I will not be able to do it for a night."

"Well..." Huo Siran was greedy for her breath and temperature, "From tomorrow, I will never let you go..."

my wife.

After being tender for a long time, she suddenly said "ah" and her eyes widened: "I forgot, I said I would bring them a midnight snack."

Hosran stared deeply at her, a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then hugged her in his arms, held the steering wheel and started the car, and drove out of the apartment. He knew that the pedestrian street full of midnight snack shops was not far from the apartment, and even if it was a small lie, he would help her and make it happen together.

Downstairs of a community in Kyoto late at night—

He held the steaming midnight snack in his hand and handed it to her downstairs. He watched her wave to him obediently and walked in. His body was stained with the aroma of the brine of boiled rice noodles.

She left, and he stood for a long time, and took out a box of cigarettes from the car, put them in his mouth and tried to light one, to spend the last few hours of suffering, but-

After thinking for a long time, he slowly let go of the lighter and gently took off the cigarette from his lips. Not only did he think of the doctor's instructions to him try to quit smoking and drinking in the future, but also because from tomorrow onwards, there should be no worries enough to make him smoke and relieve his sorrow. Waiting for dawn and waiting for dawn is a hard time, but in this life, he only needs to endure this last time.

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At five o'clock, the makeup team knocked on the door of the apartment on time.

The bridesmaids who got up sleepily muttered to start this destined luxury and grand day.

The little man in the middle of the thick blanket slowly opened his eyes that had not been asleep for a night and stared at the ceiling, his expression as if he was reborn.

"Get up, my bride, do you still want to wait for Sina to come and put on makeup and dress you? Hurry up, girls, the most beautiful girl!!"

Lin Yitong was afraid of getting up when she heard this, and her smile was sweet and charming.

"Is it the makeup I tried for you yesterday? The one you particularly like!" The makeup artist came over and discussed with her with a smile.

"Yeah!" She pulled over the chair and sat in front of the dressing table, "I want a light peach blossom makeup!"

"Okay, start construction!!"

In just half an hour, the seven bridesmaids and the bride's makeup were almost the same. A group of girls were trying on clothes. Downstairs, Qin Fangrong's car had arrived. She wore a rare wedding dress and was full of brides. As soon as she entered the door, she had a fight with them.

"Hey? Have you heard any sound?" A girl pricked her ears, "It seems there is a sound."

"What sound, why didn't I hear it?" Song Yi said suspiciously.

"If you listen carefully, it seems like a helicopter..."

"Haha, have you seen a helicopter? Just say the sound of the helicopter. Didn't you hear it wrong..."

The girl was stunned, scratched her head and smiled: "It seems that yes, I heard it in a daze, and then it passed in an instant. Maybe I heard it wrong..."
Chapter completed!