If You Are a Dodder Flower

Cao Yang and Wang Man danced a dance and came back to find Xia Rou. Immediately, I found that Xiarou’s face was a bit white.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

"A little dizzy." Xiarou whispered, "I want to go back first."

"Do you want to stop? Or go to the hospital?"

"No, maybe... a little hypoglycemia, just go back and take a break."

Cao Yang took out his mobile phone and dialed Xiao Yang’s phone and told him to drive the car to the door.

He sent Xia Rou to the car: "Go back to sleep early, don't stay up late."

Xiarou nodded: "You will return earlier."

Cao Yang said: "I have friends here, I may not go back tonight."

"Oh, then... drink less."

"I know, Guan Jiapo." Seeing her face is better, Cao Yang also has a mood to make a joke.

"If you drink too much, you have to drunk again." Xiarou muttered.

In the last life, my eldest brother never had to do the madness of drinking wine in front of her. I don’t know what happened in my life, I always feel that his style of painting is wrong...

At a young age, Rory is like an old woman.

Cao Yang stuffed her head back into the car and waved her hand.

The car drove off.

The dance was scattered, and Cao Yang went to the car.

"What about your car?" asked the child.

"Send my sister home."

"Your sister?" The child could not react for a while.

"Xiarou."

"...is it not that there is no blood?"

"There is no blood, it is my sister."

"That kid..." The child's surname was Huo. He took a cigarette and his eyes slammed. "The waist is fine enough..."

The language is ridiculous.

Cao Yang gave him a faint look, with a warning.

When I was a child, I turned my head and turned around. I didn’t mention it any more.

When they arrived at the club they used to go to, they met another person.

Hu Chen took a few young people.

Hu Chen was five or six years younger than Cao Yang. When he was a child, he did not catch up with Cao Yang. He was more familiar with Cao An.

The people he brought are also generally young, in their early twenties. Obviously headed by him.

"Cao Yangge." He said hello, "You are just a few people, are you going together?"

The people in Caoyang are all 30 up and down, and they usually don’t play with this smaller one.

But today, people are not getting together, only four people, I feel a bit deserted. Men drink alcohol and prefer to be lively.

The two people got together and went to the fixed private room where Cao Yang was here.

Those who can be mixed with Hu Chen are also very eye-catching. The atmosphere soon got hot.

Among them, there is a handsome young man who is very eye-catching. I tried my best to go to Cao Yang.

Cao Yang asked him his name.

"My name is Liang Zikai." He smiled.

There are no people in the top circles of the provincial capital.

Little person.

Cao Yang did not bother to remember his name.

Mama Sang quickly led a team of princesses to come in, the ring fat Yan thin, each has its own strengths.

The men waved at the princess they were watching. Only Cao Yang did not move with the smoke.

Liang Zikai also reached out to his pleasing princess... Hu Chen kicked him. He reacted quickly and reached out to the other princess.

Hu Chen saw the princess's eyes, like newcomers. In the past, she pushed her and pointed to Cao Yang: "That."

The princess reacted and sat down with a thin waist and went to Cao Yang.

"Newcomer?" Cao Yang asked. "how old are you?"

"20."

"what is it call"

"Hey."

Cao Yang nodded and ate the children.

Liang Zi chased after Hu Chen went to the toilet to ask for advice.

Everyone knows that Hu Chen is not hiding: "The old rules. The thinnest one, give Cao Yang."

It turned out to be the case.

Cao Yang touched his waist and always felt that his hand was almost inconspicuous.

I don't know what happened, I remembered Xia Rou, and suddenly I was shocked by my own negligence.

She was pale and said she was anemia. But at the time, he called her a moment, her expression, clearly with some fear...

Cao Yang frowned.

But I want to play in the car, she doesn't look like something. He put his heart down again.

Waiting to go home and ask her, he thought.

Drink and drink to enjoy yourself.

This night, I didn’t bring it out. Ask someone to send him home.

The way the wine is on the road, the dizziness is not clear. Entered the house and went straight into the elevator.

I want to hurry to sleep in bed, I don't know how, but I pressed "2".

There was no difference in the corridor on the third floor of the second floor. I felt the door of the "own bedroom" and touched the door. The black paint could not be seen clearly, but the pattern was exactly the same, so I went up to the bed and fell on it. ......

In the night of Xiarou, I got up in the toilet and went back to the bed. There was a big living person on the bed!

Scared her almost screaming!

Rolling out of the bed and turning on the bedside lamp, I saw a familiar face.

She took a sigh of relief.

Called Cao Yang two times, no movement.

Climb the bed and push him twice, with his eyes closed.

A scent of wine came from the bottom, and the smell of the perfume was also present in the wine.

Xiarou suddenly had a headache.

Cao Yang’s bedroom is on her upstairs, and the location and layout are exactly the same. As soon as I thought about it, this guy must have drunk too much and went to the wrong floor.

She tried to help him get up... Cao Yang was one meter tall and eighty-four, and said that he was not as strong as a bear like Cao Xing, nor was she able to support her small arms! White toss a sweat.

Xia Rou looked at the alarm clock on the bedside. At night, it was almost two o'clock... I was worried, would you call everyone up at this time?

She saw that Cao Xiong’s car was coming back through the window before going to sleep at night, but Cao’an did not seem to be at home.

If you want to call someone, you have to go to the annex to ask Xiao Yang and Zhou Shu to help...

Forget it.

Seeing that Cao Yang is asleep, Xia Rou thinks, just do it, give the bed to him, she goes to sleep on the sofa.

She rubbed her arm and looked at Cao Yang.

The suit was thrown on the carpet. The tie is still hanging around the neck, even the shoes are not off!

Xiarou helpless, took off his shoes and socks, and hugged his legs to the bed. The tie was also solved.

After thinking about it, the belt was also untied and pulled out, so as not to feel uncomfortable. Just let him sleep in his shirt, trousers, and clothes.

Turned off the light, there is a moment of darkness in front of your eyes. After a few seconds, the line of sight slowly recovered.

In the darkness, he can see his face faintly. Close your eyes... So quiet... It seems that you have never seen him like this in your memory...

The forehead is full, the eyebrows are thick, and the nose is straight.

In the past, when I saw her, the corner of the mouth that was tightly conditioned, now it is also relaxing...

When she died, she thought she could never see him again...

She clearly remembers that the last thing she had flashed in her mind was his face.

People say that the person who finally thinks before a person dies is the closest person.

From her teenage years to youth, he cared for her for ten years. Ten years... For her, he has long been her closest relative.

In the darkness, Xia Rou sat on the bed with his knees and looked at the man.

Watched for a long time...

I felt that I could look at him so quietly, and my heart was filled with unspeakable satisfaction.

She looked at him motionless, only the chest was slightly up and down with the breath. Suddenly, I didn’t know what to dream of, my brow wrinkled, and the word “chuan” that she was familiar with appeared.

Xiarou was on the bed, leaning forward and reaching out... The two index fingers gently and gently... smacked his eyebrows, stretched away, and erased the word "chuan".

Seeing him motionless, he couldn’t help but gently... held his hand...

Cao Yang's palm is large and warm, she needs two hands to wrap his hand.

She is familiar with this hand. The fingers are long and the knuckles are distinct and powerful.

She remembered how he looked at the cigarette when he looked at her. I also remember that when he faced her anger and had nowhere to vent, he smothered the cigarette butts in the ashtray.

She still remembers the heat of this hand when she licked her head. Sometimes, going down the hair, I will touch her back neck, and when I stay there, my palms are hot.

But will leave soon.

In this world, she was very embarrassed, very obedient, never let him get angry, and she listened carefully to what he said. She and Cao Yang seem to be more intimate than their past lives.

But she just can feel that some of her familiar feelings with her brother... can't find...

The feelings that made her nostalgic and let her miss, seems to be drifting away from her.

This made her deep inside, faint.

She held his hand and lay down slowly. Pillow your face in his dry, warm palm.

A little bit to think about the past life.

Even though this life seems to be better, but... she does not want to forget her past lives.

Slowly, sleepy.

She didn't know when, closed her eyes...

When Cao Yang woke up, he felt that the bed was comfortable and surrounded by a warm, soft body.

He didn't blink, he turned over and grabbed the woman around him.

It’s not the woman’s slippery skin, but the comfortable feel... cotton pajamas?

Feeling wrong, Cao Yang opened his eyes.

Close to the feet, is the face of an angel sleeping.

Innocent purity, childlike security.

Snuggling around him, no defense.

Cao Yang held her breath and saw her for a moment. Quietly prop up the body.

Her long hair was covered with a bed, and a light gray cotton nightdress wrinkled on the thigh. Her body curled up like a baby in her mother's womb.

But holding one of his arms tightly...

Cao Yang looked down at himself.

Although the shirt has two buttons open, it is still well worn on itself. The trousers are also there, only bare feet.

Fortunately.

He was a long sigh of relief.

The question is, how did Xia Rou come to his bed?

No... He looked up and found that it was Xiarou’s room. It should be, how did he run to Xiarou’s bed?

The headache of the hangover came, and he couldn't help but lick the forehead.

More trouble than a hangover is the situation at hand.

"Xiarou, Xiarou!" He kicked her twice and tried to pull back his hand.

The taro film muttered to hold his arm tighter.

It seems to be cool by the coolness of the morning, and squeezed into his arms.

A white leg is simply placed on his waist...

The nightdress slides up and slides to the base of the leg...

In the early morning, the willpower of men is not to be challenged.

Cao Yang's face is green.

Directly slammed his arm, and Xia Rou turned over!

"Xiarou! Get up!" He raised his forehead with blue veins and shouted!

Xia Ni was confused and got up, his hair was messy and his face was confused.

Still not fully awake.

The chest swayed as she climbed up, and the shape was faintly visible. Obviously... no underwear...

Cao Yang: "..."

Damn it!