C22 Take the Big Check and Run

"Yue Ming …" I love you... If you love me too... "Then I am the happiest person in the world …"

"Yue Ming …" Let's make up... We're getting married... I will marry you with the grandest wedding... "Yue Ming …"

"Yue Ming, are you finally willing to love me? Heh, I know, you love me … Look at you, you must love me … Yue Ming, thank you. Thank you for bringing me such a great thing … I love you... "I love you …"

She was still whispering, kissing him sleepily before the darkest hours of the morning.

Sweet lips, soft body, obedient …

He pressed his lips to her face, which was warmer than a red apple, and kissed her long, wet eyelashes. He was filled with tenderness, and suddenly there were tears in his eyes, and a strange emotion was stirring within him: Yue Ming, if you make me happy like a fairy, I will repay you.

Dear Yue Ming, I will make you as happy as I am.

It was also at this moment that he once again began his diligent performance, just like a person who would never show any sign of fatigue.

"..."

Finally, he was exhausted again.

He lost control of his body and fell on top of her.

Every pore in his body was now completely stretched out, making him feel extremely comfortable.

Days of anger, worry, fear … Suddenly, they all disappeared without a trace. How good! The outside world had given him the nickname of "playboy", but who knew that it was only now that he truly understood the benefits of being a woman?

At the tip of his nose, the faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafted into the air.

Luo Mei Xuan.

Luo Mei Xuan.

He thought, from today onwards, he would live in Luo Mei Xuan for a long time, treating this place as their marriage chamber. He would be together with her, day after day, loving and loving … In the future, they would have children, couples would coexist harmoniously, fathers and children would be filial, and they would spend a long and beautiful time together …

Yes, it was the first time he had opened his heart.

This was the only time he felt most satisfied.

Extremely tired, he once again fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was almost noon.

The sunlight had completely penetrated the curtains.

The room lit up.

He opened his eyes.

It was very strange, because he had never had such a comfortable and sweet sleep in his life. His entire body was filled with vitality, and he even wanted to stretch his waist very comfortably. However, his arm was lightly bound.

There was a woman curled up like a shrimp in his arms.

The sun shone on her jet-black hair, and her snow-white face and tender legs stuck out. Then he saw that below her neck... A trail of bruises...

Unexpectedly, she was still sleeping. She was breathing sweetly, but her sleeping posture was very strange. She curled up like a baby inside a mother's womb and leaned against him. She was extremely intimate, extremely docile, and without even a little distance between them …

No, this mother … it seemed to be the embrace of his song.

He looked doubtfully at his arm around hers and thought, Am I your mother?

Bang!

This time, he wasn't drunk or lost. He was rational and sober, and he could see her clearly.

This was not the moonlight.

No!

When Yue Ming fell asleep, she would fall into the most elegant S-shaped curve. This was because it made her waist, which was 40 centimeters long, appear even more bountiful. It also made her buttocks even more alluring. That was a position she had trained for many years as an artiste. She would never lose her composure, even in her dreams.

Yue Ming's posture was so elegant, how could she curl up into a shrimp?

He pushed her away. Why was she here?

He knocked himself on the head and suddenly remembered — Oh my god, since she was not Yue Ming!

Then, who was this woman?

However, everything that happened last night, that sort of incomparably fascinating feeling was still lingering in his heart, just like an aged woman's red. The lingering sound lingered for three months without ceasing.

He was frightened and at a loss what to do. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her like an eagle catching a chick. He held her body up horizontally. "Who are you? Why did you climb onto my bed? "

She woke up from her beautiful dream. Her body was like a log, on the verge of collapse.

What do you mean by having your body covered by jade?

This was the saying of the real body.

He was lifted up in the air. Oh god, was this guy the champion of weight lifting? Was he trying to seize the opportunity? He raised it? Lift? Would he also throw her ruthlessly into the ground like a weightlifting champion?

This shock was simply no small matter.

"Master..." Gold Owner... "Quickly put me down …"

His arm's strength was very strong, yet he was still able to lift her up so steadily with such a hand. Looking at him, wow, this guy's body was truly bruised and bruised … He could imagine the madness he felt last night.

Only then did he realize that he was also exhausted. He loosened his grip and she fell heavily onto the soft bed.

Fortunately, the mattress was very thick and did not hurt at all.

Feeling relieved, she quickly grabbed the blanket and covered it up.

Qu Sing faced the pair of wet black eyes. The person who used to be lazy had his eyelashes drooped at this moment, and his face was a deep red. Rather than calling it bashful, it would be more accurate to describe it as a faint uneasiness.

He bent down and gazed at her eyelashes, once again touching that feeling that was as light as a cicada's wing. She mumbled and closed her eyes. She pulled her hands together and used the blanket to cover herself from head to toe.

He had been nervous, but he had mischievously lifted the quilt.

He held her hand as she pulled at the quilt. His gaze fell on the bruises on top of it and he looked away, down at her neck … Li Xiaobao felt goosebumps all over his body because of his gaze. However, he heard him ask in a very low voice, "Hello …" Do you feel any pain? "

Her face turned red, but she kept quiet. "It doesn't hurt much."

"Hey, you don't feel any pain even with so many wounds on your body?"

The kisses, the bites, were shocking. He thought she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for three days.

She followed his gaze, saw the scars, and realized that she had misunderstood. She hurriedly shook her head, and then nodded again.

His gaze changed to follow her gaze.

The quilt was lifted by him, and on the clean bed sheet … Red.

There was something so glaring.

How could that be?

How could that be?

He was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

This damned mistress.

She, she, she, she … She, she, she, she … "Never had a man before?

Damn it.

His gaze was fixed on that patch of red. After a long while, he suddenly became very angry and jumped up. "Who let you into my bed?"

"This is my bed."

He froze. Sure enough, he realized that something was wrong with the room.

This was the wutong Xuan.

How could he have come to the Martial Arts Pavilion?

The scene from last night vaguely appeared, but it was unclear. The heat in his body was so intense that it seemed as if death itself was about to rekindle. He didn't dare to believe that the beautiful dream he had last night had actually come from her.

"I... I don't take you for another person, do I? "

She nodded honestly. "Yes. You keep calling another woman's name. "

However, the embarrassment turned into anger. "You shameless woman, since you've been used as a substitute, why don't you leave?"

She was even more baffled than he was. "Am I not your mistress? If you can't vent on other women, it's a good idea to vent on your mistress... Otherwise, why would you spend money on a mistress? "

It's all in the novel.

The male lead loved the female lead, but the female lead had offended him … In his madness, the male lead would of course find another substitute … At this moment, women who were cannon fodder often appeared. They tried to confuse the male lead, using their bodies as weapons, tricking the male lead, the typical fox spirit. They thought that they could henceforth take advantage of the situation and enter the room, becoming the male lead's new pet … The problem was that the male protagonists were usually unrecognizable when they pulled up their pants.

When they were sober, they would often scoff at this shameless supporting role.

As long as it wasn't a female lead, she wouldn't admit to it no matter what.

The usual shot was to throw a large face check coldly.

"Nuo, go out. Don't say that you know me from now on!"

After that, the supporting roles would be satisfied with the cheque. Although they were still reluctant to part with the male lead's powerful body and happy gender, they didn't dare to hope for anything else after receiving the money.

After sleeping, if a man wanted to pester her to death and refused to let go, she would not marry him. That could only be the treatment of a female protagonist.

She looked at the anger in his eyes and he looked at her sleepy eyes.

Their gazes met.

She thought of the next moment — the huge cheque, and the cold "If you take the money, you can get lost."

But, no!

This man hadn't written a cheque in a long time.

It was very different from the plot of a novel.

Gradually, she widened her stunned eyes.

Something must have gone wrong.

He said angrily, "You... Li Xiaobao, you don't feel wronged at all? I call you by the other woman's name, don't you feel bad? You're a double... "Shameful double …"

"If you're afraid of being wronged, why are you still a mistress? "Eating salted fish is enough to make you thirsty."

She really didn't understand what this man was thinking.

You want to be a whore and build a memorial archway?

Do all mistresses have to rise up and start quarrelling with their wives at all times? Or does the mistress want sincere love, a man's single-mindedness, a union of sex?

In that case, which man would be willing to have a mistress?

Don't break the rules.

She held out her hand.

Qu Sing stared at him, "What are you doing?"

"A big cheque."

"Bang!

"It's written in the novel. The male and female protagonists abuse each other, so it's masochistic …" They often argued, and after every quarrel, the male lead would always want to crush the female protagonist into pieces. However, he couldn't bear to hurt the female protagonist, ah, during this time, the male protagonist would usually run away from home. After the debauchery, didn't the male lead always give the female lead a big face check and send her away without any shame? "

Qu Sengju was truly exasperated. The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, but he was unable to say anything.

Could it be that this was her true purpose in staying at the Parasol Tree Pavilion?

Her hand was still reaching out, almost touching the tip of his nose, very stubbornly. "Where's the big check?"

If you give it to me, I'll leave right away. I promise I'll run faster than a rat.

"..."