Her Little Sweet Lover

Young men and women with intertwined fingers in a narrow space, dim light and ambiguous air.

It sounds like something will happen.

Yu Xinghe's fingers were soft and boneless, and they were gently pinched by him. It didn't take long for them to change from slightly cold to hot.

She was uncomfortable, and when she moved a little, she was pulled tighter.

He Youting didn't seem to be anxious about their situation at the moment. He stood straight at the beginning, and soon became lazy. He turned to Yu Xinghe's side, leaned against her, and stared at her vague outline.

"Are you still scared?" Without seeing clearly, my hearing seems to be more sensitive than usual.

These three words are commonplace, but when he said it, in such a dim environment, it became more and more low and textured.

He seemed to talk so lazily on purpose, trying to ease her tense nerves.

Regardless of whether he could see it or not, Yu Xinghe didn't speak anyway, only shook his head slightly.

He Youting seemed to bend slightly, and his warm breath sprayed on her temples, warmly.

Her hands are getting hotter.

"Your hands are sweating," he said.

"The same to you."

Yu Xinghe hooked his fingers again, trying to pull his hand out, "I'm fine."

Unexpectedly, He Youting suddenly stretched out a finger and touched her lips, "Shhh, there is a sound."

Her breathing was stagnant, and his lips were gently pressed by his fingers. His hand was always on the outside, with a slight coolness, rubbing against her delicate lips. The contrast between the hardness of a man and the softness of a woman was so obvious.

Yu Xinghe's eyes blinked fiercely in the darkness, after all he suffocated his breath and dared not move.

There is indeed movement outside.

The maintenance master finally opened the elevator door. The bright light from outside pierced in. He Youting turned his face sideways and narrowed his eyes. Yu Xinghe stretched out his hand to cover the dazzling light.

The elevator was stuck between the third and second floors, and the ground was parallel to He Youting's chest, and a rough hand reached in: "Come, come up."

He Youting directly pushed Yu Xinghe to the front, lowered his body slightly, put his arms around her with one hand, and his leg with one hand, instantly supporting the person up and sending him out.

Before Yu Xinghe could react, she had already left for most of the time. The outside master put a hand on her, and she knelt on one knee and stood up on her back.

As soon as he stood firm, he turned around and knelt on the ground, put his hand in, "hold me."

She wanted to pull him out.

He Youting didn't feel soft at all, slapped her hand on the back, so painful that she retracted her hand subconsciously.

"Stand further."

After finishing speaking, He Youting supported the ground with his arms, and dexterously drilled out from below in a pull-up posture. Except for the palms on the ground, the other places were clean and not stained with dust.

With such a strong and tall body, I don't know how to do it.

He rubbed his hands against each other, trying to pat the dust off, and handed a wet wipe to the other side.

Yu Xinghe had already helped him remove the packaging, pulled it out and half exposed, "wiping his hands."

He Youting took it and saw her stretched out hand. He was holding this hand just now...

No bones, I don't know how such a soft hand can play such a powerful song.

They want to go to the second floor to pick up the car, but the stairs here are not through to the second floor, so they can only wait for another elevator on the side to go down.

He Youting tilted his head to look at her: "Dare you still go in."

Yu Xinghe cleared his throat, "Dare."

He laughed.

After coming out of the elevator, the two walked one after another in the shady underground parking lot. Yu Xinghe didn't have a good sense of direction. He was even more dizzy about this kind of place with various ABCD areas, and only followed He Youting along the way.

The two passed through Zone C and reached Zone D. He Youting's footsteps suddenly slowed down, and Yu Xinghe at the back almost hit him, "What's wrong?"

Follow the look in his eyes.

Outside the black Land Rover that He Youting often drives, there is a person sneaking up and looking in the window.

It looks like a woman with a peaked cap, pretty curly brown hair, and a black mask covering most of her face.

She looked inside, took out her mobile phone to make a call, and looked back, looking very anxious.

He Youting's phone rang.

He knew who that person was, and answered the phone: "What are you doing in my car like a thief?"

The woman immediately stood up straight and looked around. Seeing He Youting waved her hand quickly, she pressed her throat and said, "Hurry! The car will unlock first!"

They had already approached, and He Youting unlocked the car. Without delay, she got into the co-pilot and closed the door.

At the same time, two men in hats walked quickly not far away, black half-length cotton clothes, plaid shirts, Martin boots, and cameras hanging from their necks.

He Youting immediately turned his back to them, and at the same time dragged Yu Xinghe into his arms, burying most of his face in her hat.

Yu Xinghe froze there.

This set of his actions was so natural, as if he had done it many times before.

Although Yu Xinghe was wearing a heavy dress, he was still a small one. He was completely fitted into his arms, with only a small head exposed. In order to accommodate his height, he had to raise his head, and his neck became sore after a while.

The two people found no strangeness, and quickly walked away.

But He Youting was reluctant to let go.

I took her by the hand and hugged her today.

It can be recorded in the annals of history.

Until Yu Xinghe pushed him, palms on his chest, panting slightly, "What's the matter with you?"

"There are reporters."

"what."

"Do you want to search again last time?"

"..."

The two stood there for a while before He Youting remembered that there was still someone in the car.

He put his hands behind Yu Xinghe, "Get in the car first."

Yu Xinghe used to ride in his car and was always the co-pilot. Now that there is someone in the seat, she walks towards the back naturally, and suddenly his wrist is caught by He Youting, "Wait a minute."

He tapped on the car window with his fingers.

When the car window slid down, Shu Yu, who watched the big show, put the back of his hand on his chin and blinked, "What are you doing?"

"Come down, sit back."

She glared at him, seemingly dissatisfied, "What are you doing."

He Youting opened the car door, "I think your goal is not big enough, want the reporter to find out?"

Right.

Shu Yu hurriedly sat behind, He Youting turned his head and hooked his hands, motioning Yu Xinghe to sit in.

The car quickly drove out of the parking lot and drove on the wide road.

Shu Yu remained silent, staring at Yu Xinghe through the rearview mirror with interest.

Just now in the parking lot, He Youting took the initiative to hug her.

This is incredible in Shu Yu's eyes. You must know that He Youting is that kind of hypocritical person. There used to be a little girl who took his arm almost casually, and he just waved away without pity.

Since she met He Youting in high school until now, she has only seen him and a basketball pro, and never seen any girl so close to him.

Even if she chased him back then, she never dared to touch him.

She is very puzzled.

Until He Youting said: "What are you doing there."

Shu Yu returned to his senses with a frustrated expression: "There was no announcement today. I finally ran out of the assistant and ran into the reporter. The parking lot was too big. I couldn't find the car in a hurry, so I was lucky to meet you."

He Youting was speechless, "Is your car still in the parking lot?"

"Yes."

"..."

Shu Yu leaned back comfortably, "Let's let them drive me back. Fortunately, I see your car, otherwise I won't be able to run away. I will make a headline tomorrow-Shu Yu parking lot secret meeting lover after Golden Horse Movie , I want to talk about my hype."

He Youting: "When did I get the queen, why don't I know."

"What's wrong, sooner or later."

She lifted her chin and gestured to the co-pilot, "Master He, I won't introduce this beauty."

He Youting glanced at Yu Xinghe, his eyebrows softened, "Yu Xinghe, my classmate."

Also introduced Shu Yu.

In fact, after hearing the conversation between the two just now, Yu Xinghe already knew that she was Shu Yu, the big star who had been rumored countless times with He Youting.

The two seem to know each other very well.

Shu Yu stretched out his hand generously, "Hello."

Yu Xinghe quickly turned around and held her hand, the two of them met before Yu Xinghe could see her face clearly.

It is indeed very beautiful, bright and charming, with a hot body, which is the type that most men will like.

Shu Yu directed He Youting to park the car to a place and said that the assistant was waiting for her there.

Before getting out of the car, she was fully armed again, her hat and mask covered herself tightly, and she waved to He Youting: "Thank you, I will invite you to dinner another day."

The car drove away.

He Youting tilted her head to look at the woman in the co-pilot. She lowered her head slightly, curled her fingers around the straps of the backpack, staring at a place in a daze.

"What do you think?"

Yu Xinghe pursed his lips, "No, I just think she looks better in real life than on TV."

Roadside.

Shu Yu stood there, watching the car drive to the crossroad, turn and disappear.

He gathered up a relaxed look and couldn't laugh anymore.

…

A few days later, the piano He Siling ordered for Xiaomi finally arrived.

She has always been vigorous and resolute, so she called Yu Xinghe the next day, bought a bunch of fruit snacks to greet the teacher, and asked He Youting to call Qin Hao.

He Youting was strange: "What do you call him?"

He Siling: "You forgot, I said before that I wanted to introduce Xinghe's boyfriend, and Qin Hao has always been single. The two are about the same age, a host and a teacher, they are worthy of every thought."

He You Tingmao was about to explode, "Are you free? Something wrong."

He didn't play it, but He Siling played it by himself. In the end, he got it for others, and he was called to open a new chapter in the life of the future piano master, Xiaomi.

Yu Xinghe was the last to arrive, and when he walked in, he also carried a fruit basket in his hand.

As soon as the door opened, the behemoth that had been shrinking under He Youting's feet rushed towards her. Yu Xinghe was not mentally prepared, and subconsciously stepped back two steps.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it doesn't bite," He Siling pulled the dog away and let her in.

Seeing what was coming, Yu Xinghe was relieved. She was not afraid of dogs, and she reached out and rubbed a dog's head.

It was a purebred Alaska. His fur was black and white or white. It was very beautiful. It was raised and strong. It stood a lot taller than Xiaomi, and kicked it around without moving.

Xiaomi named it "Young Master".

He Youting was originally sitting on the sofa lazily, with his arms stretched out, and leaning on the back of the sofa at will. Seeing her, he stood up and said, "Here."

"Um."

He took her bag and fruit basket.

He Siling's house is 180 square meters and the hall is big. Xiaomi and Shaoye can usually run laps.

She invited people in, "You are welcome, just sit down," referring to Qin Hao, "That's our buddy who grew up together, Qin Hao, who are all our own."

Qin Hao's boss with a grin: "I know, I've seen it twice."

Yu Xinghe went to sit down.

The young master seemed to like her very much. He squeezed his head against her leg and groaned, scratching her calf with his paw from time to time.

A few people exchanged greetings, and Yu Xinghe looked around: "Where is Xiaomi?"

"Take a nap, call her later, you should rest first, eat some fruit, Qin Hao," He Siling stretched out his feet and kicked Qin Hao towards Yu Xinghe, "Hello, I'll wash the grapes.

He Youting's face turned dark, the two of them plus a silly dog, and they didn't know who would glaze at first, so they simply covered his face with a book and slept with his arms.

Qin Hao went to help He Siling wash the fruit.

After coming back soon, when He Youting was still asleep, he kicked him, "I just wanted to talk about you, what happened to Le Si Youpin's pornography? Tomorrow will be the shopping festival. This year, I will point to this day for performance. , You are not in the company, why are you here?"

The muffled voice in the book: "Yes."

Qin Hao ignored him.

After taking a break, Yu Xinghe went to the millet room to test the tuning of the new piano, and He Siling went to join in the fun, leaving only the two brothers in the living room.

Qin Hao came here to follow his own house, with his legs so big and overlapping on the coffee table, arms behind his head, gossiping, "You really mean nothing to her?"

He Youting sat on both sides of the sofa with him, and didn't bother to raise his eyebrows, "You are free."

Qin Hao: "That's right. This girl is good-looking, but she is quiet. It should not be the type you like. I remember when the media asked you what kind of girl you like, and you seemed to be lively?"

Throw a slipper over.

Qin Hao subconsciously caught the UFO, and when he saw that it was a slipper, he cursed and threw the slipper to the corner.

He kicked the person on the other side of the sofa, "It's not your food, send it to Dazhou. He even mentioned it to me that day and said he wanted to meet."

He Youting sneered and said, "Let him get out", and He Siling yelled from behind him: "Xinghe, what are you doing?"

He Youting was shocked and turned his head.

With a cup of coffee in his hand, Yu Xinghe has a beige sweater with a wide collar and a delicate and charming collarbone. I don't know how long he stood there.

The two eyes intertwined in the air for a few seconds.

He Youting stood up subconsciously. Before he could speak, Yu Xinghe quickly turned around and left him a back, "Here."

The door of the room was closed by her.

He panicked and turned his head to see, Qin Hao had an ignorant and innocent expression on his face.

He Youting gritted his teeth and pointed at him: "You fucking... your mouth is so cheap."

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