Of course, there is one more important point, which is that he is very handsome.
But he is not the same kind of person as us. In your words, he is a white swan, an ugly duckling and a toad. We are not from the same world.
Madam, instead of lusting after someone who doesn't belong to you, why not share the bliss with me and sink into depravity together? You get money and I get happiness, a win-win situation.
Doyle speaks Chinese quite well. Although you can still hear some accent, it is obviously very good.
Upon hearing this, the girl withdrew her mind that was attracted by the beauty and continued dancing passionately with Doyle.
Song Xinglan, praised as the White Swan by Doyle, opened the car door. When asked if he wanted to buy flowers, he looked back at the little girl selling flowers with a basket, and bought her flowers and the basket together.
Putting the flowers on the passenger seat, Song Xinglan started the car and left.
The lights were still on in the house belonging to Qi Yunyi, which instantly calmed Song Xinglan's somewhat depressed mood.
He parked the car, took the flowers, opened the door, and saw the girl lying on the sofa reading a book.
She was wearing long sleeves and long pants. I remember that in the summer, she always wore cool clothes.
Such as halter neck long skirts, suspender long skirts, short skirts and other types of clothes.
Now they have changed to relatively conservative long-sleeved shirts and long pants.
"Buying flowers?"
He brought the flower basket in front of Qi Yunyi and asked her as if he was selling something.
When Qi Yunyi heard the door open, she looked up and saw him. After reading him, she lowered her head and continued reading the article. She was reading the most exciting part.
Only when asked whether she wanted to buy flowers did Qi Yunyi take her eyes off the book and look at the flowers in the basket.
It is a blue rose. You can tell that it was colored later, and the leaves were sprayed blue.
Qi Yunyi changed from lying down to sitting, took the flower basket and smelled it, her eyes lit up, and she came forward with the flower basket and kissed him on the cheek: "I love flowers very much."
"If I had known you liked flowers so much, I would have bought a farm dedicated to growing flowers."
“It’s not too late to buy it now.”
Qi Yunyi put the flowers away and originally planned to trim them and put them in a vase, but she thought it would look good just in the basket, so she didn't change the vase and just arranged the flowers in the basket.
"A basket of flowers gets a kiss, but what about a farm that specializes in growing flowers?"
Qi Yunyi threw herself into his arms, hugged his neck, and smiled: "Get a girlfriend."
"But you are my girlfriend."
"How greedy! Having a girlfriend isn't enough, you want something else."
Qi Yunyi snorted, left his arms, and asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I ate a little."
"You're still hungry, um, let me make you a bowl of noodles."
The ingredients were prepared by Qiao Yueyue. As long as Qi Yunyi's noodles were not overcooked or not cooked thoroughly, or were clumped together, it would become delicious with the ingredients.
This time Qi Yunyi obviously performed well. The food was not lumpy or rotten, and was cooked thoroughly.
She put the ingredients in place and brought the noodles to Song Xinglan. Seeing him eat the noodles in big mouthfuls, she suddenly felt the joy of raising a cub.
The cub is never picky, he eats whatever his mother cooks.
The most important thing is that the cub grew up to be an excellent cub among other people's families.
There was a hint of kindness in her eyes when she looked at Song Xinglan, and this kindness made Song Xinglan, who was eating noodles in big mouthfuls, gradually slow down his eating speed.
"What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"
Qi Yunyi asked, taking a bite with his chopsticks: "It's delicious."
Song Xinglan hummed, and after finishing the noodles in the bowl, Qi Yunyi immediately snatched the bowl and chopsticks away and took them to the kitchen to wash.
After she finished cleaning, Song Xinglan rolled up her sleeves, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and the other hand on her leg.
Seeing her come out of the kitchen, Song Xinglan lowered his voice slightly: "Yi Yi, come here."
Before meeting the person, Qi Yunyi wondered if the meeting would be awkward. After all, they were only about to do it last night. But when she met the person, she didn't even think of the word awkward.
Hearing him calling her over, she immediately ran over like a young swallow to the forest, and snuggled into his arms obediently, causing his chest to vibrate with pleasure.
Qi Yunyi looked up at his face. His eyebrows, eyes and mouth, my boy is so handsome.
The person being stared at by her like this obviously had less and less concentration. Just being looked at by her like this, he couldn't help but think of things he shouldn't think about. The strength in his hands gradually increased, and his head lowered lower and lower.
"No, no, I'm your mother..."
Qi Yunyi blurted out and covered his mouth.
Song Xinglan: ...
He looked at Qi Yunyi gravely, and in the end, he didn't know whether he laughed out of anger, but he laughed, picked up the suicidal Qi Yunyi, and let her sit astride his body.
His big hands caressed her waist, and his head moved down along her collar, and finally he took it in his mouth and bit it lightly through her clothes.
Qi Yunyi hugged his head: "What are you doing?"
"eat……"
When he looked up to answer, Qi Yunyi covered his mouth again to prevent him from saying anything he shouldn't.
He licked the palm of her hand, causing her to shrink back as if she had received an electric shock.
"Xingxing, who did you learn this bad thing from?"
"With you."
"You're talking nonsense. I didn't do that to you."
"So you're going to do this to me?"
His voice was alluring, and he even straightened his back slightly, making himself sit up straight.
"Can't."
"Coix."
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