Silent Lover

Honglian clicked her tongue twice, got off the bed and walked in front of Song Qing naked. Although she was thin, her buttocks were round and round. .

"Uncle Song just set too many rules for himself in his heart. If you are willing to let go of some, you will be as unruly as the slave family, and you may be much happier...

Hearing that Hong Lian said that Zai Zai was almost dressed, Song Qing turned around and happened to see Hong Lian wearing a satin jacket, but saw a faint crimson mark on his shoulder. .

Song Qing was like a blow to the head, his eyes opened wide, and he walked over in three steps at a time, grabbed Honglian, and tore off his clothes. .

"Yeah, Uncle Song is here as soon as he said, the slave family has just put on clothes, so hurry~".

Honglian blinked at Song Qing, but Song Qing didn't look at him, only staring at the red mark on his shoulder, which had five petals, like a peach blossom in full bloom. .

"How... how...? Impossible...

Song Qing muttered in his mouth, as if he was insane. .Honglian's smile froze slightly, she quickly pulled up her clothes, and dressed neatly. .

"Uncle Song really doesn't know much about it. Isn't the tattoo of this slave family very beautiful? The little ladies and prostitutes in the Qinhuai Building all like to tattoo designs." "Hong Lian said casually, 'The tattoo of the Nu Family is a peach blossom, and the benefactors like to call the Nu Family Peach Blossom Grandpa~".

Song Qing was in shock, and didn't notice that Hong Lian's tone was a little more blunt than usual.

"Show me." Song Qing touched his shoulder. .Hong Lian's shoulders softened, and she slipped away like a loach. .

"No." Hong Lian Xiafei said with her cheeks, "Just now I wanted to drive my slave away, but now I want to see my body again. Uncle Song, you are really duplicity. If you tease my slave again, won't you?" Do you want to blame the slave family for not knowing self-love?"

Song Qing was dumbfounded by being robbed by him, and he always couldn't talk about Honglian when bickering. .

'I just wanted to see if it was a birthmark or a tattoo as you said. "

Hong Lian waved her hand, and changed the subject: "Uncle Song really cares a lot. When I cared about Xiao Yu'er before, didn't I also look at his body, whether there is a birthmark?".

"You are messing around!

Song Qing was furious. Why was Honglian turning him into a crooked alley every time he spoke well? It was so easy to irritate him...

"Uncle Song is the one who is merciful." Hong Lian said cheaply, "Last night, my family heard that you couldn't help but called another person's name...

"what?".

Song Qing was taken aback. When he was immersed in the intense love, would he call his name inadvertently?

"I won't tell you." Honglian said deliberately. .

"Why? Tell me, I...really called my name last night? I...Song Qing can't believe it...

"I'll tell you if you promise not to drive my slave away.

Song Qing gritted her teeth: "Okay, I promise you, tell me quickly, did I really talk nonsense?".

"Of course, Bao'er, Lian'er is a mess...Uncle Song is so annoying, you only call my slave Honglian, as for Lian'er Lian'er, the ghost knows which vixen you have been merciful about." ~".

Honglian could tell that Song Qing wasn't calling him at that time. When he called him, he always looked disgusted and couldn't stop, but when Song Qing called "Lian'er" at the summit, Song Qingquan was affectionate and nostalgic. .

Song Qing was stunned for a long time.

The last footsteps out the door were as quick as fleeing. . "baffling.".

Guren looked at his back, shook her head, and began to groom herself in front of Tong. .

It was already lunch time, after Hong Lian finished eating alone, she still didn't see Song Qing coming out, so she twisted her waist and went to Song Qing's room to look for him. .

Sure enough, Song Qing was sitting blankly in front of the desk, holding a picture scroll in her hand, her eyes were full of sadness, gathering thoughts. .

Hong Lian stretched her neck and leaned over to look. There are two children in the painting. The painting skills are realistic. The tall one looks like Song Qing. Of course, she is a little more immature and ignorant. She is not as temperamental as she is now. To put it mildly, she is calm. , To say it's ugly is boring. .

The short one held a book in his hand, elegant and delicate, and his bookish air was a bit like Shen Yu. .

Before Honglian could see clearly, Song Qing found him peeking behind, and quickly put away the painting. .

"what you do?".

"Tut tsk tsk... Hong Lian seemed to have discovered some big gossip, and said, "Uncle Song, you are such a beast, the one who haunts you is actually a child, even a child... .

Song Qing squinted at him, opened her mouth to talk nonsense, like a leaking sieve, everything that came out of Honglian's mouth became so ugly.

"Why are you staring at me? It's useless to stare at me... Honglian sat down and said, "I said that men are all gossips. Uncle Song actually hides a white moonlight and a cinnabar mole in his heart." , and said that he was not bothered, and that he was on two boats, no, and there was this broken bamboo raft from my slave...