The man put down the documents, slowly loosened his cuffs, and leaned over: "Smiling like a flower."
He asked, "It seems that Ma Mengxiang's wedding makes you happier than your own wedding."
"I'm so happy about her wedding." Pei Xiqing was puzzled: "My own happy event? What does that mean?"
"It's nothing." Duan Xiaolin stood up and left, took off his coat and hung it on the side, then sat down and looked through the charts on the table. "I just thought you were smiling happily today. Could it be because of Ma Mengxiang's marriage?"
"One part is because of her, and the other part is because of...someone else."
"Really?" The man stopped and looked at her with interest: "Someone?"
Pei Xiqing was pulled into his arms. The man stared at her with his deep green eyes, mysterious and deep, as if holding some kind of irresistible attraction. She was almost bewitched, and moved closer to the man, raised her little face, and lightly touched the corner of his lips.
The totem on his back has been burning hot every moment since he saw him.
The moment the kiss came, it felt so hot that it seemed to burn.
She stepped back patiently and whispered, "Because that person has loved me since a long, long time ago, when the Qiong Snake first appeared on me."
"Oh? Who is it?"
He asked even though he knew the answer.
"Perhaps only he himself knows." Pei Xiqing sighed with a hint of regret.
Duan Xiaolin lowered his head and bit her collarbone, his warm breath spraying down, "Isn't this obvious? Isn't it a little late for you to know now?"
"I... I thought you were joking with me, and..." Pei Xiqing couldn't help clearing his throat.
I didn't dare say the second half of the sentence.
She wanted to say that she was completely obsessed with male beauty at the time and did whatever she wanted. She thought that as a zombie, she might die any day, so she might as well enjoy herself sooner rather than later and started flirting with him. She didn't even think about liking or loving him.
Ji Yao's words just now told her about Qiushe's situation. She knew that in the true and false relationship at that time, he had always been serious, so how could she not be happy.
Thinking of this, Pei Xiqing felt inexplicably guilty. She lowered her head and said, "What are you reading? It's so thick, can't you upload the document? Won't your eyes get blurry?"
"The project schedule and subsequent project recovery plans need to be finalized as soon as possible."
"Oh... then you'll be busy again." She said, "A very busy man."
Duan Xiaolin read a few pages, signed his name on them, lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.
Pei Xiqing was still squatting beside the sofa, sorting out the gifts that the villagers had sent to Ma Mengxiang.
Because Ma Mengxiang is currently living in a dormitory and will move out after getting married, I will temporarily leave it with her.
She was thinking about how to clean up Ma Mengxiang when she looked up and saw the man with a half-smile on his face.
"…Am I wrong?"
"That's right."
Pei Xiqing snorted softly: "In the future, my son should learn from you. If he can't find a girlfriend in the future, then..."
The man leaned over to interrupt, held her chin with his big hand, and kissed her hard.
Without giving her any chance to escape, the man grabbed her wrist, picked her up from the carpet, pressed her in his arms, and kissed her deeply.
He hooked the tip of her tongue, with great force, and placed his hot and powerful palms on the back of her waist, almost pressing all of her into his body.
His kiss was really fierce.
It was more violent than any other time, as if all the suppressed emotions for a long time burst out at this moment, and Pei Xiqing felt that she was about to be swallowed by him.
She hugged the man's neck tightly and let him have whatever he wanted in the silent room filled with wedding gifts and clothes.
The sky outside the window was mired in ink, and inside the house there was a dim light. In the hazy light, the hem of her dress was lifted, vaguely outlining her slender figure. The color of the totem on her back continued to deepen, like a richly colored oil painting, breathtaking.
Duan Xiaolin smiled and said, "Good girl, I feel everything you want."
"You're the good one..." Thinking of the origin of this totem, Pei Xiqing's cheeks flushed: "You're shameless!"
The man blocked her lips and said, "I'm glad you've learned to express yourself."
She didn't learn it, she was forced to do it.
Pei Xiqing couldn't help but avoid his kiss: "I'll ask Qiongshe to make one for you too."
"good."
He hugged her tightly and kissed the gorgeous peach blossom on her back.
Gentle and affectionate.
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