It was a very enjoyable night. With the help of alcohol, Wen Xin completely relaxed her body and mind, swaying like a poppy.
At the last moment, her expression was like fireworks blooming in the sky, breathtakingly beautiful. Yama stared at her closely, his hands tightly wrapped around her slender waist, holding her firmly in his palms and pulling her into his arms.
As if I was afraid that she would really disappear from this world like fireworks, and as if I was afraid that she would leave suddenly like this, I folded her wings, hugged her tightly, buried my face in her chest, and listened to her aftereffects while panting. My heart was beating unbalanced like a deer, and I didn't let go all night.
And Wen Xin also blossomed to her heart's content in his indulgent and doting gaze, swaying on him naturally, crying passionately, babbling in pain yet wanting.
After two times, Yama held her and sat on the sofa. She weakly straddled his legs, groaning with red eyes, but still tried to lift her little butt to face him. Her snow-white body was as white as a little jade woman. She was shaken by the slapping, but she wanted him to go faster and faster. When it was really fast, she cried and screamed in pain, asking him to go slower.
Finally, after who knows how many times the fireworks bloomed and rose into the sky, Wen Xin finally threw herself into his arms, found the most comfortable position, arched her body, and sat on his lap like a frog, and fell asleep sweetly. She didn't know what happened next.
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She slept until noon the next day. When she woke up, she stretched comfortably. The quilt cover had been changed to the new blue striped three-piece bed set made during the Chinese New Year. She lay cleanly in the quilt. The sunlight shone in through the glass window of the bedroom balcony. It was another sunny and clear day outside.
She lay comfortably in the clean, soap-scented bed for a while before she sat up, put on a loose plush top that covered her butt, exposed her two snow-white, slender legs, dragged her white slippers, got out of bed, and ran straight to the kitchen.
When she passed by the dressing table, she looked at herself in the oval mirror and saw that the person in the mirror had a rosy complexion, bright eyes, and full of energy. She looked as if she had been replenished with water, and looked both charming and fresh.
Compared with the last time when she looked haggard and extremely weak as if she had been through three days and three nights, her condition was completely different. Wen Xin couldn't help but think of what Gu Qingtong said, and felt a little confused. Could it be that the things in the booklet really had some effect? But this thought only flashed through my mind.
Thinking that she had only used a small part of the information in the booklet, Yan Damu was already on the verge of losing control. Wen Xin inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure in control. Didn't he pride himself on having a high level of control? She suddenly wanted to give it a challenge, and Wen Xin decided to use it more often in the future.
She ran to the kitchen and saw the breakfast left for her. She touched the pot and it was still warm.
Yan Damu seldom goes into the kitchen and is not very good at cooking, but he is a responsible person who knows how to care for others.
He doesn't know how to cook, but he knows how to buy. He probably went out to buy breakfast in the morning.
Songtao Garden is in a very good location, with a river on the left and surrounded by green scenery. It is also a rare location in the city center. There is a state-owned hotel outside the garden, and there is also a private restaurant not far away, which has just opened.
The chef's skills in the state-owned restaurant are average, but the skills in the newly opened private restaurant are different.
As soon as Wen Xin opened the pot, she saw a plate of pan-fried buns with thin skin and thick meat, and crispy and crispy bottom. Soy sauce and vinegar had been prepared for her. The tempting aroma hit her face. Wen Xin quickly washed up and couldn't help but pick up a pair of chopsticks and put a bite in her mouth.
She was so hungry that she didn't even put on her pants and ran to the pot to eat with her pair of snow-white and well-proportioned legs exposed.
If you eat a plate of hot pan-fried buns early in the morning, dip them in soy sauce and vinegar, and eat them in two or three bites, they are so delicious and rich in flavor that you can't stop eating them once you start.
In addition to the pan-fried buns, there is also a small bowl of beef vermicelli with fresh soup, a few fried dough sticks and a cup of soy milk.
Wen Xin stood by the pot and wolfed down her delicious meal. God knows how much exercise she had done last night? When she first got up, she felt so hungry that she could eat a cow.
She felt happy while eating.
How could she not know having lived here for so long? Yama was leaving before five in the morning. At this time, the main entrances of state-owned restaurants and private restaurants were not open yet. Where could he buy anything?
She probably knocked on someone's back door, and I don't know how she did it, but she asked the kitchen to make it for her. Wen Xin was biting on the crispy fried dough sticks, drinking sweetened soy milk, sipping beef noodles, and stuffing herself with pan-fried buns, smiling silly. These were all his love. She was probably too happy. She was even a little grateful to Victoria Song. Without her, how could she have met true love?
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The Spring Festival is in mid-February, and after a few days, it is March. The weather in March is warmer, except that it is a little cold in the morning and evening. As soon as the sun comes out, woolen sweaters can no longer be worn. Even if you only wear a thin shirt, you will not feel cold when going out.
Although it was just the Chinese New Year, when I entered Huzhou, walked on the spacious streets, and watched the people walking by, it seemed that something was different compared to last year. The clothes had changed a lot, with all kinds of clothes and all kinds of colors, and suddenly there were no taboos.
Wen Xin took a look and saw that, well, shirts could be worn, and so could overalls, and so could skirts. Many lesbians on the street were wearing skirts and small leather shoes.
Lord Yama always forbade her to wear anything too eye-catching, but now that everyone was wearing it, she might as well.
She loved beauty so much that she couldn't help but run to Century Shopping Mall to buy the latest and most fashionable materials. Then she found a tailor to make several spring clothes she liked according to her requirements.
When Tian Feng came over, he was standing at the door of the living room and saw that she was wearing a women's shirt he had never seen before. The color was a bright red, and she was wearing a white pleated gauze skirt underneath. Her top was tucked into the skirt, making her soft waist look even more slender.
The whole person standing there was pure and charming, and even the pretty Tian Feng could sigh a little. She was like a beauty who walked out of a painting. None of the stars in the movies had such a pure temperament and beautiful complexion as her.
He heard her standing on the cabinet next to the TV answering a call from her boyfriend.
While answering the phone, Tian Feng looked around. It was completely different from when he brought people to clean up a few years ago. It was like walking into a room of two different styles.
Soft light yellow curtains, lush green potted plants, small wooden hangers on the wall, two pairs of soft white slippers neatly placed at the door, a large bunch of golden spring flowers blooming on the cabinet, and all kinds of small and delicate objects fill the space.
It gives people a romantic, comfortable and warm feeling. As soon as you come in, you will feel particularly natural and comfortable in your heart.
It feels different when there is a woman at home. Even the place we live in is so lively.
Yan Zeyang bought this house more than half a year ago. He only installed a rough framework. In fact, it was just an empty shell. After all, there was no rush for people to live in it. Although it was redecorated later, it was still empty, dull and deserted.
But now, after a woman has lived here for less than two months, the place has changed a lot and feels completely different.
The person Yan Zeyang has the closest relationship with here is Tian Feng.
So Tian Feng knew some things.
The main reason why Zeyang settled his house here is that this is the ancestral city of his mother's family.
His mother left him some property, and his father never asked about the money. Before that experience, his mother had a lot of real estate, but later she donated most of it, and in the end she only kept two houses.
Later, the two houses were also to be demolished, and he finally moved to the top-floor building in Songtao Garden. In fact, Zeyang was a very nostalgic person, and deep in his heart he could not forget his mother's old house in Huzhou when she was unmarried.
This house was bought half a year ago. Four months ago, he suddenly called Tian Feng and asked him to find someone to help with the decoration. He urged him urgently. Tian Feng happened to know someone who installed the house as soon as the design was completed.
The entire interior is made of the best materials currently available and is decorated in the most popular style. Zeyang also specially asked someone to bring back red wine from abroad and put it in the wine cabinet. Soldiers seldom drink alcohol, but as a passionate man, even if he does, he will drink high-proof wine. Red wine is a bit like something for women.
Tian Feng vaguely guessed that he might have someone he liked and was going to get married. If he planned to get married, he would definitely bring his wife back to his hometown to take a look. All the facilities in his hometown were designed as a wedding house, and the urgency showed how impatient Yan Zeyang was to marry the woman he was going to marry.
The woman that he was eager to marry was now standing next to the TV cabinet in the living room.
Because of the special nature of people in that era and because of class issues, reporting and denunciation among relatives was the norm. There were even cases where a son reported his mother's private remarks, resulting in his mother being arrested and shot on the spot. And no one thought there was anything wrong with it. At most someone would say: Well, it was said in private, and no one would know if it wasn't told to others.
But the Yan family would never do such a thing. Yan Zeyang's father would rather be demoted and criticized than to draw a line between himself and Yan Zeyang's mother. Yan Zeyang is even more like this. As a man of blood, if he can't even protect his own woman and family, and even secretly abandons and frames them, he is worse than an animal.
He is very protective of his family.
The same goes for this woman.
Now he is too busy in the army to come back every day, but he still finds time to call him and order him over to run errands and help his woman arrange matters at school.
Looking at the woman who was talking on the phone with Captain Yan, she was standing there in a pretty manner. The whole person's movements when speaking were lively and soft, graceful and elegant, her skin was like condensed mutton fat. She was holding the microphone, looking down at the table. I don't know what she heard, she looked shy and timid, like the first dew-covered bud about to bloom in early spring.
There is a kind of romance and tenderness in what she says, and her voice is melodious and sweet, and the timbre is intoxicating and heart-warming.
Tian Feng never expected that Yan Zeyang, who was always serious and had a stern face when he was in school, would like a woman who could act coquettishly, coax people and speak sweet words.
It was as if he was held firmly in her hand. He felt sorry for his woman all day long. He was afraid that she would be bored or that she would not review well. He asked his classmates to bring red wine from abroad, and talked to his buddies in the compound to contact the school. He was so far away and couldn't come back, but he missed her every day. Just for such a small matter, he mobilized several old classmates from Huzhou, and even Tian Feng had to come over and drive to pick her up.
It's rare to find someone who loves his wife as much as Yan Zeyang does. Tian Feng looked at Wen Xin's sweet voice while she was on the phone and was full of question marks in his mind. What kind of witch is this? She was able to charm the devil in the compound and the military and make him pamper and love her wholeheartedly.
However, for a man with such a girl's appearance, it is normal to feel a little pain. He would probably be like Ze Yang, afraid that the girl would melt if he held her in his mouth, or afraid that she would fall if he held her in his hands.
Wen Xin held the phone, her white gauze pleated skirt gently touching the door handle of the closet. She pouted and said, "You have already arranged everything for school, but you are telling me now."
"No, you haven't come back for several days, and I thought..." The word "you" was kept in his mouth without being uttered.
"...When will your troops be organized? I want to go see you."
"Two more months?"
"I just want to see you now, no..."
"Then come back and I'll make you something delicious to reward you so that you don't have to work so hard..."
Tian Feng, who was listening to the phone, said in his heart: Oh my goodness.
Listening to her soft voice on the phone, with a delicate smile on her red lips, not to mention that Yan Zeyang wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand and pamper her like the apple of his eye, even Tian Feng's face turned red when he heard it. He was a man who had been married for many years, but his wife had never said such sweet words to him. A man's heart would melt when he heard it. She was as sweet-mouthed as a little sweetheart. How could he not worry about someone snatching her away? He had to treat her well with all his might.
I really don’t know where this little goblin came from.
After finishing the call, Wen Xin looked at Tian Feng with a happy face, her face flushed with rosy clouds and her pair of slightly misty eyes, as if they could suck people into the bottom of the lake. She really was like a little fairy that had absorbed enough essence. As an experienced person, Tian Feng knew at a glance that this was a woman who had been loved and pampered by a man. Otherwise, how could she have such a beautiful complexion and bright eyes?
Then he looked at the food she was eating on the coffee table, and then at her standing on the small European-style cabinet, packing the things in her bag, stuffing money and bills into the bag without paying any attention to them, without even looking at them. Instead, he looked around for the keys, and then looked at what she was wearing.
I can't afford to support her. I can't afford to support her. This woman is really not something that ordinary people can afford to support.
How much precious wine, gold, silver and money are needed to raise this one? This one is more delicate than ten.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Wen Xin walked towards him with a wallet in her hand, smiling. In her hand, she also held a paper bag with something square in it. She walked to his side gracefully and handed it to Tian Feng, "I made some Nestle snacks. Don't dislike them, Brother Feng. Take them back and let my sister-in-law try them."
The snack of bird's nest is quite troublesome to make. She used the ghee and other materials extracted from the system to make it, and used extracted oils, salted egg yolks, quail eggs, fine red bean paste, etc. The production process is also a bit complicated. Only someone like Wen Xin who has nothing to do and is willing to spend an afternoon to carefully make a delicacy for herself to decorate her mood would have the time and patience to make such a snack just to have something to chew while reading.
Tian Feng was immediately flattered and took the snack bag from the other person's white and tender fingertips, which looked like the girl was spoiled and had never done any rough work.
Yan Zeyang doesn't like to praise people in person, but when friends and classmates get together privately, he has proudly told a few close classmates and friends more than once that the dishes they ordered were far inferior to those made by his girlfriend herself, and to receive such praise from him, the quality of the dishes must be very good.
"Zeyang asked me to go to a review class. Which high school? Or night school? He didn't say clearly on the phone." Wen Xin knew nothing about anything here. She didn't even know what the college entrance examination was like at that time.
"Don't worry, everything has been arranged. You will go to Shanghai No. 7 Middle School's college entrance examination liberal arts review class. We are just going there today to register and go through the motions. There is a teacher in that school that Zeyang knows who can take care of you. You can ask her if you have any questions. Are you ready?" Tian Feng asked.
"Well, thank you for your help."
"Zeyang and I are classmates and best friends. You are Zeyang's girlfriend, so it's my duty to take care of you. Let's go?"
"Okay." Wen Xin happily closed the door and locked it carefully, then got into the car and went straight to the registration office for the review class at No. 7 Middle School.
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