The box was heavy. He rolled up his sweater sleeve, exposed the strong arm underneath, dragged the nylon tie, and moved very carefully.

"Is there a box?" He asked.

I hesitated for two seconds, pointing to the drawer on the side of the door: "Green."

Shang Muyi got up and turned out a ceramic box out of the drawer.

The carton is large and firm, and there is another layer below the disassembling layer, protecting the center of the center well.

When he dismantled all the packaging and exposed the precise and complex instruments below, I breathed unconsciously — it was so beautiful.

As a astronomical enthusiast, I can't recognize it. This is the high -end series of New Trump. It is a professional telescope that astronomical lovers dream of.

At that time, the down payment of my house was 300,000.

My sight was completely attracted by it. The wheelchair was slowly approaching the past, as if the faint king of the beauty was taken away by the beauty.

Seeing that was about to touch, the wrist was caught by a person and pulled it tough.

The "Demon Ji" of the Sixth Palace of Faint Jun is not allowed.

"You see that I am not so happy." Shang Muyi posted my palm with my face, and displeased it. "Is a broken telescope more important than me?"

break? He didn't know what he was talking about, but this was a 300,000 telescope.

"Where did this telescope come from?" I couldn't control my eyes to see it. In this real small house, its existence was as dazzling as the Arctic Star.

"I found a lot of places to find such a spot. I was sorry for the last time I broke your telescope. This is to lose you. Don't be angry." Speaking like a tone.

"It's too expensive." I couldn't help shrinking my hands. Although I was reluctant to "little beauty", I was resolute. "You retreat it, I don’t have any money, it has been used for a long time. I want to change it. "

"The packaging was dismantled, and he couldn't retreat." He didn't let me stop, kissing my palm a little, and even biting my fingertips with my teeth.

"Don't ..." The momentum of my telescope was dispelled further, and my face was burned to my neck.

"Tell me, we didn't break up." He rubbed my wrist, and his black eyes looked at me deeply. I must admit that I was just quarreling and I didn't want to break up.

I pursed my lips and didn't speak.

His eyes were lingering, pulling my wrist to force me to bend down, and he lifted his upper body, holding the other hand holding my back neck, and kissed him fiercely.

It seemed to be revenge on my silence. He was surprisingly powerful, unlike kissing, but it was like tearing the prey in order to consume the last point of its struggle.

Holding his palm on his shoulders, I wanted to resist him. He discovered my intention and bit my tongue.

"Well……"

A bloody smell in his mouth should be bitten by his tongue.

I was a little scared, and she shrank to avoid his entanglement. He saw that I couldn't get out, and turned to bite my lower lip.

The breathing gradually became rapid, and I couldn't tell whether it was hypoxia or something else. My upper body gradually lost my strength, and the struggle weakened. He was dragged away from the wheelchair and embraced in his arms.

Like a spider's giant network, he was completely tangled with me until I lost the idea of ​​the last trace of escape.

"Beishang, if you don't talk anymore, I will keep doing it all the time ..." He shouted with hot air, and my earlobe was grinded between my teeth.

Fingertips hard, grabbing the clothes on his back, I closed my eyes and trembled and compromised: "We have no breakup."

"I have a boyfriend."

I hug him tightly and repeat: "I have a boyfriend."

"Shang Mu is more important than anyone else."

"Shang Mu Bi ..." I found that he was wrong and stopped in time.

His hand stretched in from the sweater's hem, stroked my back, and commanded: "Say."

I trembled even more, and I was busy holding down the messy hand in the sweater.

"Shang Mu is more important than anyone else."

His voice laughed: "Good."

"good……"

He smiled slightly and trembled slightly: "Don't repeat this sentence."

After the emotional vent, I calmed down, and he calmed down, and we finally talked like an adult.

He took me back to the wheelchair, and he found the telescope instructions and studied how to assemble this expensive adult toy.

I tried to discuss the matter of Yang Haiyang and Shang Yunrou with him. He focused on his hands and was not very exclusive, but he didn't say much.

"Do you think humans can be completely unprepared?" He asked nothing.

"What do you mean?"

"Child ... and so on." He screwed his screws and revealed his heart. "He has a child. If he has another child, and my sister's child, which one will he prefer?"

"Don't say that every child is a baby of parents. You and I know that that is just the most ideal state, and the love of parents is not without conditions."

Although I want to say a few words for Yang Haiyang, telling Shang Muyao that the other person is not like that, and will definitely treat the two children fairly, but as far as my personal experience is concerned, I can't ignore his thoughts irresponsible.

Many times, the love of parents does have conditions. It is full of various requirements.

We must be obedient, to be talented, happy, and healthy. There is no aimless "love" in this world. What to promote all this is the desire to start from itself.

"According to you, everyone can only have one child."

He leaned his lips: "What's wrong with a child? I would never have been born. The same parent can have such a big difference, let alone two mothers?"

I thought of myself and Beiyan, and I thought of Shang Mu's environment from an early age. His worries sounded a little bit, and he was a little worried, thinking about it, and felt a bit reasonable.