The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei had long had many fantasies about the perfect body in front of him.

When men and women get along together, if they say they have no idea, that would be a lie.

There is such a passage in Lu Xun's "Ji Zhi Ji Xiao Miscellaneous Feelings", "When you see short sleeves, you immediately think of white arms, immediately think of... immediately think of illegitimate children, and the imagination of Chinese people can make such a leap forward at this level."

Yang Fei and Su Tong have been together for half a year.

For several months, the two of them spent more time together than their lovers. Except for sleeping, they were almost inseparable.

There were several opportunities to advance the relationship between the two, but they were all delayed by accident.

Perhaps, this is also an inevitable process in the development of the relationship between the two!

After Yang Fei finished calling Tie Lianping, he turned on the speaker in the room, poured two glasses of red wine, and waited for Su Tong to come out.

He thought she would come out wearing a bath towel, but unexpectedly, she came out fully dressed.

Su Tong walked to Yang Fei and sat down, leaning against him.

Yang Fei handed over a glass of red wine, and the two touched the glasses and took a sip each.

After drinking a small glass of red wine, the song "Country Road Takes Me Home" wafted out of the CD player.

"Yang Fei, I want to go home." Su Tong said softly.

Yang Fei was stunned, thinking to himself that there is such a good atmosphere, you said you want to go home?

Yang Fei was very happy that she didn't call him boss. If she called him boss, the atmosphere would be wrong.

Su Tong raised his head: "You are my home."

Yes, this is the truest feeling in her heart.

After this period of running-in, Su Tong sometimes feels weak and self-pitying, and sometimes gets angry and tears because of being too sensitive.

But during this period of time, Yang Fei's concern for her from the bottom of his heart made her completely sink into his ocean of emotions.

He called her early in the morning just to tell her it was snowing.

He sent her a little snowman all the way,

I just want her to feel the beauty of her hometown.

He quietly recorded her preferences, and realized all her dreams in this hut.

She didn't want to think about whether there were other women around him, whether there was a mysterious girl in his heart, whether he had an unclear relationship with that Chen Mo.

She doesn't care anymore, whether others say what she does with him for money, she doesn't care anymore, whether this relationship can last forever.

She doesn't care about these things anymore, she just wants to follow the most genuine desire in her heart, be with him well, and have a blend of water and fire, regardless of each other.

She can lower her proud head and abandon her worldly prejudices, because this man has deeply touched her heart with every little detail of life.

No matter what his purpose is, no matter whether he is playing with himself or not, no matter how he will arrange himself in the future, there is really no need to think about all these.

There will always be impulsive moments in life, even if she pays for the impulsive moment with a lifetime of regret, she doesn't want to take it into account.

Yang Fei put their cups on the bedside table and looked at her tenderly.

Su Tong leaned over, hugged him, closed his eyes, and murmured: "I put on these clothes, because you bought them, you must really want to see how I look in them. Then, you have another one Will you feel more fulfilled if you take off the pieces, and also have a sense of expectation?"

Yang Fei's breathing became heavier in an instant. He put his left arm around her waist, gently lifted her chin with his right hand, and kissed her heavily.

Storms and heavy rains are not enough to describe the actions at this moment.

In the face of the most authentic actions, any language is pale and powerless.

Neither Yang Fei nor Su Tong spoke, like two long-awaited people completing a very sacred ceremony.

She doesn't know much about men and women, but at least she is a girl who has studied in a technical secondary school in the city and has worked in a factory for two years. Girls and female colleagues usually talk about these things, and some women who have experience, He will deliberately say it very explicitly, making those girls who have never experienced it blush, and use it as a play.

Therefore, Su Tong is not unreasonable, but he is relatively more conservative, respects his body more, and values ​​his first time.

Several times, Yang Fei hinted at her that, but she avoided it, because she had a lot of worries, she was afraid to give it to him, but she would not be able to grow old with him, and she was afraid that she would be older and weaker than him, and would not be worthy of him. I am afraid that if he is too rich, he will be very fickle, and there will be many women, and I will suffer.

All in all, Su Tong has too many things to worry about.

But at this moment, she really let go of everything, and just wanted to make love with him once.

Every piece of clothes that Yang Fei bought for her was beautiful, but compared with her beauty, these clothes made by foreign design masters were inconspicuous and paled in comparison.

The moment he pushed her sweater up, the two rabbits jumped out and came into view.

Yang Fei's Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily.

He unbuttoned her trousers, and the jeans were so tight to her legs that it was difficult to take them off.

Yang Fei was not in a hurry, and slowly faded away, his fingertips gently gliding over her delicate and clear skin.

Every inch of her skin is so firm, so fair, like a flawless work of art, it emerges out of nowhere, and it appears in front of you with astonishment, making you want to possess it crazily, but you are too inferior to dare to desecrate it .

She didn't know what to do, so she covered her face with her hands, shyly daring not to open it.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, I couldn't help asking: "Is it not good-looking?"

"It's so beautiful." Yang Fei no longer hesitated, lying beside her, carefully not to press down her loose hair, passed one hand under her neck, raised her head slightly, and then took off her mask He held her palm with his face, interlocking his fingers, and waited for her tension to ease before proceeding to the next step of contact.

At this moment, Su Tong was thinking about the moment when she and Yang Fei were inseparable after the wild boar chased the two of them into the tree branch that day in the depths of the mountain forest.

What does his fire stick look like?

It's so strange, that day it was very big and long, where did he usually hide it? Is it the same as Monkey King's Golden Cudgel, which can be freely contracted?

Curiosity towards the opposite sex and a beautiful yearning for love make her full of anticipation for everything to come.

Yang Fei hugged her, turned on top of her, put his hands on both sides of her head, like doing push-ups, slowly pressed down, and said in her ear: "I'm coming."

Man's eyes and wrists are delicate, and he never tires of looking at each other.

The ancients wrote a wonderful and indescribable picture vividly and meticulously with a few words.

The sound of humming and humming, shortness of breath every time you hear it; when you lift your swaying feet, you will feel the fragrant wind.

Move and move, arms clasped together, lips meet, tongues touch each other.

The ancients' descriptions of actions are also so touching.

There are also people who use vulgar slang to describe this beautiful scenery with a special charm:

"The cardamom flower blooms on March 3rd. A worm got into it. After drilling for half a day, it couldn't get in. It climbed on the flower and played on a swing."

Interesting doggerel like this is very similar to Iron Bull's style.

The curtains decorated with beautiful lace are slightly swayed by the hot air of the air conditioner, occasionally revealing a little scenery outside the window.

The two tireless and hungry people had no idea that the wind and rain outside had stopped long ago, and heavy snow fell in the quiet mountain village.

The wind and rain outside stopped, but the cloud and rain in the house continued.

Two little birds flew out of the window, chirping non-stop, as if they were signaling to the people in the house: It's snowing, it's snowing!

The people in the room were so busy that they were sweating profusely, completely unaware of the cruelty of the wind and snow outside.

The snowflakes fell silently. The plum tree in the yard had just been baptized by the heavy rain, and a few white snowflakes stood on the flower bones.

Just in this quiet night, pink and bright plum blossoms, facing the heavy snow, bloomed cheerfully in the corner of this small courtyard... ( )