The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei had already had many fantasies about the perfect body in front of him.

It is a lie to say that men and women get along with each other and have no idea.

There is a passage in Lu Xun's "Only Collection: Little Miscellaneous Feelings", "When I see short sleeves, I immediately think of white arms and...I immediately think of illegitimate children. Only at this level can the imagination of Chinese people advance so much."

Yang Fei and Su Tong have been together for half a year.

In the past few months, they have spent more time together than with their lovers. Except for sleeping, they are almost inseparable.

There were several opportunities to bring the relationship between the two to a new level, but they were all delayed by mistakes.

Perhaps this is also a necessary process in the development of the relationship between the two!

After Yang Fei called Tie Lianping, he turned on the speaker in the room, poured two glasses of red wine, and waited for Su Tong to come out.

He thought she would walk out around the towel, but unexpectedly, she walked out neatly.

Su Tong walked to Yang Fei and sat down, snuggling against him.

Yang Fei handed over a glass of red wine, and the two of them touched the glass and took a sip of each.

After drinking a small glass of red wine, the song "The Country Road Takes Me Home" just floated from the CD player.

"Yang Fei, I want to go home." Su Tong said softly.

Yang Fei was stunned, thinking about such a good atmosphere, you said you want to go home?

She didn't call his boss, which Yang Fei was very happy. If she called the boss, the atmosphere would be wrong.

Su Tong raised his head: "You are my home."

Yes, this is the truest feeling in her heart.

After this period of running-in, Su Tong sometimes feels fragile and complains about himself, and sometimes becomes angry and tears because of being too sensitive.

But during this period of time, Yang Fei's heartfelt concern for her made her completely trapped in his ocean of feelings.

He called her early in the morning, just to tell her it was snowing.

He sent her a little snowman all the way, just wanting to make her feel the beauty of hometown.

He quietly wrote down her preferences and realized all her dreams in this small house.

She didn't want to think about whether there were other women beside him, whether there was a mysterious girl in his heart, and whether he had an unclear relationship with that Chen Mo.

She didn't care anymore, whether others said she was doing with him for money, she didn't care anymore, whether this kind of relationship could last forever.

She doesn't care about these things anymore, she just wants to follow the most true desires in her heart, stay with him, have a meeting with fire and water, regardless of each other.

She can lower her proud head and abandon worldly prejudices, because this man has deeply moved her heart with the little details of life.

No matter what his purpose is, whether he is playing with himself or not, no matter how he will arrange himself in the future, all of this really doesn't need to be considered anymore.

There will be impulsive moments in life, even if she spends a lifetime regret to pay for this impulse, she doesn't want to take it into consideration.

Yang Fei put the cups of the two on the bedside table and watched her tenderly.

Su Tong leaned over, hugged him, closed his eyes, and muttered: "I put on these clothes because you bought them. You must really want to see how I look like wearing them. Then, you have another one. Take them off individually, will you feel more fulfilled? And look forward to it?"

Yang Fei's breathing became heavier in an instant, he put his left arm around her waist, his right hand gently supported her chin, and then kissed her heavily.

The storm is not enough to describe the action at the moment.

In the face of the most authentic actions, any language appears pale and weak.

Neither Yang Fei nor Su Tong spoke, like two long-awaited people, completing a very sacred ceremony.

She knows a little about men and women, but at any rate it is a girl who has studied secondary school in the city and has been in a factory for two years. Girls and female colleagues usually chat with them, and they also talk about these. Some women who have had experience, Will deliberately be very explicit, saying that those girls who have never experienced it are flushed, and use it as a play.

Therefore, Su Tong is not unfamiliar with personnel, but is relatively more conservative, respects his body more, and values ​​himself for the first time.

Several times, Yang Fei hinted at her that she evaded it because she had a lot of worries. She was afraid of giving it to him, but could not grow old with him. She was afraid that she was older than him and weaker than him, and she would not be worthy of him. I'm afraid that he is too rich, he will be bothered, there will be many women, and he will suffer.

All in all, Su Tong has too many things to worry about.

But at this moment, she really put it all down, just want to love him once.

Every piece of clothes Yang Fei bought for her is very beautiful, but compared with her beautiful person, these clothes from foreign design masters are inconspicuous and pale in comparison.

The moment he pushed her sweater up, the two rabbits jumped out and jumped into his eyes.

Yang Fei's Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily.

He unbuttoned her trousers, and the jeans that clung to her legs were difficult to take off.

Yang Fei didn't worry, he slowly faded away, and his fingertips gently slid across her delicate and white skin.

Every inch of her skin is so firm, so white, like a flawless work of art, turned out to appear in front of you with surprise, making you want to possess crazily, but you are too inferior to dare to blaspheme .

She didn't know what to do, covering her face with her hand, shyly didn't dare to open it.

Seeing that he hadn't been moving for a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it ugly?"

"It's so good." Yang Fei didn't hesitate anymore, lying next to her, cautiously, without pressing her loose hair, passing under her neck with one hand, raising her head slightly, then removing her cover With the face of the hand, hold her palm with her fingers intertwined, wait until her tension is relieved before making the next contact.

At this moment, Su Tong was thinking about the moment when she and Yang Fei were close to each other after the wild boar caught the two of them in the middle of the forest.

What does his fire stick look like?

It's so strange. He looked very big and long that day. Where did he hide it? Is it the same as Monkey King’s golden cudgel, which can be freely contracted?

The curiosity of the opposite **** and the beautiful yearning for love made her look forward to everything that is coming.

Yang Fei hugged her, turned on top of her, put his hands on the sides of her head, as if doing push-ups, slowly pressed it down, and said in her ear: "I'm here."

Man's eyes and wrists are charming, and he is not tired of seeing each other.

The ancients used a few words to write a beautiful and unspeakable picture vividly.

Whenever you hear the sound of Zongyi, you will feel short of breath; when you lift and shake your feet, you will feel the fragrant breeze.

Move around, arms together, lips together, tongues together.

The descriptions of actions by the ancients are also so touching.

Some people use vulgar slang to describe this beautiful scenery with a special charm:

"The cardamom flower blooms on March 3, and a bug burrows into it~www.NovelMTL.com~ after a long time, it can't get in. It climbs onto the flower and plays a swing."

Interesting limericks like this are very similar to the style of an iron cow.

The curtains adorned with beautiful laces were slightly swayed by the hot air of the air conditioner, occasionally revealing a little scenery outside the window.

The two tireless and hungry people did not know that the wind and rain outside had stopped long ago, and the quiet small village was covered with heavy snow.

The wind and rain outside stopped, and the clouds and rain in the house continued.

Two little birds flying from nowhere, flew out of the window, chirping non-stop, as if sending a message to the people in the house: It's snowing, it's snowing!

The people in the room were so busy with sweat that they didn't understand the coldness of the wind and snow outside.

Snow fell silently, and the plum tree in the courtyard had just been baptized by heavy rain, and a few white snowflakes stood on the flower bones.

On this quiet night, bright pink plum blossoms, facing the heavy snow in the sky, were in full bloom in the corner of this small courtyard......()