Where is Song Qinglan going to bring Ji Yu?

Originally, Ji Yu kept falling asleep, Song Qinglan decided to take him home directly, and when he woke up, he would make some food for him. It was still waking up halfway during the rain, and Song Qinglan changed his mind.

"Take you to dinner." Song Qinglan said, "What do you want to eat?"

Ji Yu was hungry and posted on the back, but he was hungry. After thinking about it, he cooperated with: "I want to eat hot pot."

Song Qinglan: "Hot pot?"

Ji Yu Shi: "Yes, very spicy and spicy."

Song Qinglan is extremely familiar with Jiangcheng. Of course, this requirement will not stum. The two got along for so long during the holidays, and he had figured out the taste of Ji Yu -the steps of love between the two of them were completely opposite to ordinary couples. Usually, couples gradually understand each other's preferences, and they will be attracted and come together. Naturally, there is no trouble that the other party's preferences, and they are together to study what the other party likes in daily life.

Ji Yu likes to eat spicy and sweet, and it is different from his deserted appearance. He prefers heavy.

Song Qinglan didn't pick anything. Not only did he like to eat and do, the two got along unexpectedly.

At an intersection, Song Qinglan turned to the steering wheel, went to a hot pot restaurant that opened to late at night, and found a quiet private room.

Ji Yu's appetite seemed to have never been so good. He buried his head hard, his eyes were red, sweaty nose, and drank a bottle of ice beer.

Someone came to the private room to say hello to Song Qinglan, and the owner of this shop turned out to be Song Qinglan's comrades.

The three of them talked a few words. The friend was not curious about Ji Yu's identity at all. Ji Yu immediately thought of Xue Zhao who had seen the last parachute club.

I am afraid that Song Qinglan came out and had a boyfriend, which had long spread in his interpersonal circle.

After the friend left, Ji Yu asked, "Many people transferred to your comrades -in -arms."

Song Qinglan called a bottle drink and twisted the lid during Ji Yu and handed it to him, so that the spicy taste in his mouth was dispelled: "There are a few who switched to career. It's better. In fact, in their opinion, we can also be regarded as a turn, and the guardians and troops are still different. "

Ji Yu's lips were hot and red, and the eyes were cleaned as clean: "If you don't be a guardian, what will you do?"

Song Qinglan thought about it: "There should be no possibility."

Ji Yu Shi: "Why?"

Song Qinglan: "If you don't be a guardian, how can I meet you again?"

It makes sense.

If Song Qinglan really did not become a guardian, Ji Yushi would always be just the "Han" in the impression.

Ji Yu took a drink, and looked up and found that Song Qinglan looked at him: "What?"

Song Qinglan's eyes are much darker than usual.

After the separation, he changed his mind a lot.

For him, sitting here at this time, sitting in the ground -ground hot pot restaurant, watching the living Ji Yu eating is already a luxury.

Time has changed this world and given this world.

No matter what cause and effect, no matter how one circle connects and the other circle, as long as they are still together.

"I'm thinking." Song Qinglan said, "If I stayed in Ningcheng when I was young, what would happen to the same elementary school and middle school with you?"

Ji Yu never thought about this problem.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if Song Qinglan was always by his side from childhood to adulthood.

"You asked me just now how you felt when you saw the seventeen-year-old." Song Qinglan continued, "I only had one thought at the time, and that was—if I had never left Ningcheng, would we have been together earlier? Then you won't be so lonely. I may accompany you through the bar mitzvah, and accompany you to enter the sky, and whether I become a guardian or not, it doesn't matter."

Ji Yushi thought about it and said seriously: "Maybe in another parallel world, things really developed as you said."

The universe is infinite, the world is thousands.

Different choices made by people may generate countless parallel worlds, and they have different lives in each world.

And he and Song Qinglan happened to be one of them.

Song Qinglan smiled: "If there is a chance, I would like to go to a parallel world like that."

It was almost midnight after eating hot pot.

Song Qinglan drove the car into the garage, then got into the elevator, and directly entered the entrance door.

Because of her work relationship, Song Qinglan only moved out of the house in recent years. There is no trace of anyone's life in this house except him. Even Lao Zhou and his teammates rarely have the opportunity to come, especially during the rainy season. Never been.

As soon as you enter the door, the intelligent system is automatically awakened, and the spacious and bright living room is presented in front of the eyes during the monsoon.

The white-toned decoration can be regarded as a minimalist style. At first glance, there are only carpets and sofas in the living room, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that are three meters high and seven or eight meters long reflect the night view of Jiangcheng, which has become the best decoration of this house.

The housekeeping robot slid over, took and hung the items for the host and guests very automatically, and then, following Song Qinglan's habit, slid to the bathroom and poured water for him to take a bath.

When the rainy season came into the living room, he went to the floor-to-ceiling windows to have a look.

He found that from this angle, he could see the suspended train tracks that circled Jiangcheng to the distance.

A pair of arms hugged Ji Yushi from behind, and then, his ears were lightly bitten by his teeth, causing a tingling behind his ears.

Song Qinglan did not restrain herself, nor did she feel it was too sudden, she only took advantage of her height to take advantage of it: "In the bubble world, after you leave, I will stand here imagining whether those trains will carry you from Ningcheng next time. ."

When the monsoon rains, the Adam's apple rolls up and down, but his expression remains indifferent.

Song Qinglan asked again, "Will you come?"

Ji Yushi was about to say something when Song Qinglan kissed him on the neck, then licked it with the tip of her tongue vaguely. The subtle sound of water fell into Ji Yushi's ears, making him forget what he was going to say.

Song Qinglan said in a light kiss, "Consultant Ji, it's very late."

"Well." Ji Yushi's back trembled slightly in such a kiss, "Go take a bath."

The tone of this sentence was a little light, and the breath was unsteady.

The content of what he said was full of disgust, because he couldn't tolerate his own taste during the rainy season.

In fact, both of them smell like hot pot, which is really not very pleasant.

But Song Qinglan didn't mind at all, he buried his head between Ji Yushi's neck and smelled the breath of Ji Yushi's body, which made him fall in love with this kind of fireworks.

He didn't stop teasing, and looked at Ji Yu from the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window like a prank: "Wash together? Why don't we do something to digest and digest by the way."

Ji Yushi looked at the other person's expression on the glass: "..."

Of course, what should happen when the two are together, they didn't plan to go around in circles, otherwise why would they fall in love.

He just regretted why he wanted to eat hot pot. Wouldn't it be better to come directly?

"Let's go together." Song Qinglan was still looking at him from the reflection, perseveringly instigated, "It's not like we haven't washed together."

The most recent step they have made so far is that night at the skydiving club.

Originally, Song Qinglan was taking a bath for him, but the situation changed after washing, and the two of them made the bathroom a mess.

Before waiting for Ji Yu to refuse, Song Qinglan bumped into him behind him, demonstrating how eager she was.

When Ji Yu was hit, his scalp became numb, and his hands subconsciously pressed against the glass in front of him to stabilize his body: "Don't—"

"I can't bear it anymore." Song Qinglan said, "You can feel it."

When Ji Yu was turned over by him, he pressed his face on the glass.

"I can't see it, I can't touch it, you are torturing me in those cycles." Song Qinglan covered her body, bumped it from the front again, showing her eagerness, and then looked at Ji Yu with heavy eyes, "How about it, are you in a hurry? ?"

Song Qinglan's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, her words were rogue and blatant, and her actions were aggressive.

When the two of them looked at each other, he only lowered his head and kissed Ji Yushi's lips gently, like touching a beloved treasure, full of treasure.

This man was so sleepy that he could fall asleep directly in the command center.

Just now, on the way home after eating hot pot, was feeling sleepy all the time. The time was awake was always very short. It seemed that wanted to sleep back all the sleep had lost in the past ten years. If he didn't do something while he was still awake, Song Qinglan would be reluctant to wake him up.

Song Qinglan kissed him again: "When the rainy season..."

The soft lips touched and then separated.

It was like their first kiss.

Ji Yushi's heart beat fast, thanks to his memory, just such a shallow kiss, he automatically recalled all the details of Song Qinglan's kiss. He knew what Song Qinglan might do next, he knew how he would be kissed tenderly, and he knew that that feeling would rob him of all his strength, making him limp and letting Song Qinglan ask for anything.

As a result, his body began to heat up.

He asked Song Qinglan, "Do you know how to really digest food?"

After asking, his body suddenly lightened, and Song Qinglan picked him up: "I would like to hear the details."

Song Qinglan had already stretched her legs and walked to the bathroom while she was speaking. Ji Yushi had to hook his neck again, barely keeping her voice steady and saying three words in his ear.

Song Qinglan abruptly stopped in her footsteps, her body lines were all tense in an instant, and her voice became hoarse: "Are you sure?"

"Anyway." Ji Yushi muttered, "...I don't want to wear my skin this time."

The familiar words reminded Ji Yushi involuntarily of what happened last time at the club.

In fact, at that time, he thought that they would develop to the last stage. Who knew the result was a bit unexpected. He thought that Song Qinglan didn't know what to do. In fact, when he woke up and recalled everything that happened that night, he understood Song Qinglan. How hard it was to restrain.

Ji Yushi is not an abstinent person, and he doesn't value certain concepts that much.

He doesn't care about the issue of ups and downs, let alone what waves are not romantic. He can do whatever he wants. As long as the other person is the person he wants, he can accept it.

It sounds cool during the monsoon.

For Song Qinglan, it was shocking.

He came back to his senses, pulled off his long legs during the monsoon season, and rudely wrapped them around his waist: "You said it yourself, I've never heard of such an invitation."

Ji Yushi said blankly, "You can choose not to."

"No?" Song Qinglan sneered, "It seems that you have misunderstood your own attraction."

Maybe the mischievous provocation in the car had already been ignited, and Ji Yushi knew that he was in a dangerous situation at this time.

He was carried to the bathroom by Song Qinglan as if he was holding a child. On the way, he suddenly began to reflect, and he realized that he took the initiative to lower his head and kiss Song Qinglan's lips.

Apparently this kind of flattery didn't work. Song Qinglan put Ji Yushi on the cold sink and took off her shirt while returning the kiss to him intensified.

Ji Yushi remembered that they had kissed in this position at the club, and the shower head wetted Song Qinglan's clothes and pressed against his warm body. The water slid into their entangled lips, bringing out a hint of sweetness, and was sucked by Song Qinglan again.

Song Qinglan's hand reached into the hem of his clothes, making his heart beat wildly.

Those hands were big enough to go up along the flexible waist that was also covered with a layer of firm muscles, as if it could easily enclose this thin waist in the palms.

When Ji Yushi kissed back, his hands were not idle.

The sound of the metal zipper sliding sounded.

"You have a great reaction." He said with drooping eyelashes.

"I told you." Song Qinglan did not deny it at all.

Ji Yu was caught by his hand, like he was turned into a tool man last time.

He took control of Song Qinglan's hand, and imitated Song Qinglan's movements: "Don't patronize yourself."

Song Qinglan chuckled softly, very accommodating to this request.

This feeling is like scratching the itch, maybe a little irritated when the monsoon rains.

Because of this posture, he didn't have much room to play. Not only was his hand sore, but he couldn't control the rhythm like Song Qinglan. He was only slightly satisfied until Song Qinglan let go of his hand and held the two of them together.

The housekeeping robot is still in the bathroom, waiting to put the water to test the water temperature.

At this moment, it was standing in the corner dumbfounded, the camera glowing red, like a spy monitoring the behavior of the two.

Ji Yushi was lying on Song Qinglan's shoulder, unable to concentrate: "It's looking at us."

Song Qinglan looked back and said, "Fuck."

When he let go of the monsoon rain, he lifted the housekeeping robot and threw it outside the bathroom, then closed the door: "I've been intimidated, I promise it won't say it out."

During the rainy season: "..."

It's only them in the bathroom now.

Song Qinglan took off her clothes, turned around, and walked towards the season of rain without any cover.

He is already tall, with a solid wheat-colored chest, well-defined abdominal muscles and a mermaid line, making this mature male figure who has undergone years of intensive training like a perfect sculpture. Just a glance at the season rains will deeply imprint him. into the mind.

It is undeniable that Ji Yushi was very obsessed with Song Qinglan's body.

And the kind of bandit that Song Qinglan possessed undoubtedly made this kind of sex feel extreme.

At this moment, the man, like a vigorous cheetah, walked towards his prey with a hunting attitude.

The temperature of the water was not high, and it was just right even in summer, but the slow process still caused a thin layer of sweat to form on Song Qinglan's forehead.

Ji Yushi bit his shoulder, the usual calm and rational face, the eyelids were gently closed at this time, mixed with pain, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids, as cold as it could not be desecrated.

They didn't stop.

The housekeeping robot was locked out of the door, and the water flow overflow may be detected. It is believed that the situation is dangerous. It began to hit the door panel to go in and turn off the faucet.

A moment, again.

It hit the door faster and heavy, and the sound of a loud noise stopped for a long time.

Native

This strange out of control made Ji Yu scared.

The fingers were caught.

He felt Song Qinglan's fingers inserted into his fingers one by one, and he was close to his ten fingers.

"look at me."

He heard Song Qinglan said in his ear with a sexy hoarse voice.

"Do you remember our first time, isn't it?"

Song Qinglan changed his statement: "You will remember ... I shuddered with you."

"So, look at my face."

Ji Yu opened his eyes.

The eyes are red.

Water vapor.

Long night romance and gentle.

Song Qinglan called his name lightly: "... Han Han."

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