nice to drive

He Qing, who had never been stopped before at the entrance of such a high-end place, was taken aback when she heard the words, her eyes widened.

He reached out and shifted the gear lever to the parking gear, turned his face away to look at the staff standing in front of his car, and lowered the window a little, with a fairly good tone: "What's the problem?"

The staff member who was asked felt embarrassed, slightly embarrassed, pushed his glasses, avoided the question of congratulations, and said with a smile: "Sir, you can go to the right from the entrance of the parking lot, there is an underground garage... "

"I'm here to stay,"

He Qing saw that he was avoiding the most important things, and his temper also became a little bit more. He raised his finger and pointed to the building of the Four-character Hotel in front, and raised his eyebrows: "It's hard to find the location of the underground garage here, and it will waste customers' time. Besides, there is a platform Why not stop?"

As soon as he finished his words, there was a sound that could make a man's adrenaline soar from the road next to him. Within a few seconds, a Bentley quickly rushed up and passed by his car.

The Bentley Flying Spur was still bright and foggy blue, which would blind people's eyes. Compared with the black Mustang he drove, it really paled in comparison.

He Qing's heart twitched, damn it, it can't be the kind of place where only luxury cars can be parked at the door?

What's wrong with the sound, the wild horse's sound is not bad, let's see who can beat the other!

The staff member also noticed the change in He Qing's expression, and was even more embarrassed now. He quickly turned his head and continued to smile stiffly: "You, look... this..."

He Qing felt like a mirror in her heart now, and she didn't bother to embarrass others, but she really didn't want to park the car in the basement.

If you stop, you have to take the elevator down when you leave, and for a person with a memory like him, it may take a long time to find a car. If Ying Yujiang gets agitated waiting by the side, he can't kill himself with his eyes.

No, it should be He Qinghui who wants to kill herself.

He took out the phone, rubbed his nose, and called the answering general.

The man over there who had been waiting on the sofa early in the room kept checking the time, thinking to himself why he hadn't come yet, when the phone rang.

I was a little embarrassed to call my boyfriend under the eyes of others, He Qing coughed, touched the end of his eyes with his white fingertips, and then touched the mole, speaking a little uncomfortable: "Hey, it's me, Well, I'm at the hotel."

"Come up."

After finishing speaking, Ying and Jiang reported a room number.

As soon as He Qing heard his voice, her heart was full, and she didn't know where the desire to sue came from. She glanced at the staff member and said calmly, "But I can't drive , wait for me a little longer."

"why?"

Ying Yujiang wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and put the opened bottle of black-brand whiskey in an inconspicuous corner. He was afraid that He Qing would drink a little later and run to drive again.

He Qing pursed her lips and said calmly, "I drive a Mustang."

Should and will: "..."

After being silent for a while, he stood up, walked to the full-length mirror, tied the belt of the bathrobe around his waist, and tied it tighter. He was still wearing the hotel's velvet black slippers on his feet.

He reached out to the hanger to take off his big coat and put it on his body, then took the room card and went to open the door.

Holding his mobile phone, he said into the microphone in a deep voice, "wait for me."

Guessing that Ying Yu was going to go downstairs, but He Qing didn't expect that Ying Yu would come down wearing a bathrobe and a long coat. In such a cold day, his ankles were still exposed to the cold wind, but he was so cold and cold Handsome, standing there, he looks like a male model in a bathrobe.

It's so cool that it can be popular on Weibo.

He Qing's car was blocked in a quarter of the bridge, and he just sat in the driver's seat, watching Ying Yujiang walk down the road from the top of the bridge, his bathrobe loose Dressed loosely, the belt around the waist was tightly tied, and his face was stern.

Behind him was the lobby manager and the head of the concierge department.

Ying and stood still in front of the little wild horse that was about to drive to He Qing, with an ugly expression on his face, he said, "This is the one."

The manager of the lobby has seen the big world, and he should have dealt with this kind of things a lot. He didn't look at the people in the car, but just spoke seriously to Ying and General: "Mr. Ying, I'm really sorry, we were already in The hotel platform has arranged parking spaces for you and your friends."

After finishing speaking, the person in charge of the concierge behind her held a pen and paper in his hand, and asked the general in a gentle manner: "We need to register your room number."

After Ying and General reported, the person in charge of the registration trembled while holding the pen. The explorer suite is the second most expensive room type here, and this guest will stay for several days in a row. Having said that, if they encounter a tricky customer, they will not even think about having a good life these days.

He couldn't see He Qing being aggrieved, so he kept a straight face and said nothing, the lobby manager went around to the front of the car and stood still, bent slightly, and apologized to He Qing who was sitting in the driver's seat: "I'm sorry, sir , we apologize for today's negligence, and I will send you three meal coupons for the hotel restaurant. This work mistake is our negligence..."

The staff of the parking lot standing next to him also felt that this matter was a bit too much today, but he didn't expect that it was really a big customer who came to consume, so he also said "I'm sorry".

He Qing nodded, thinking about it, forget it, he was not a vengeful person, so he waved his hand and let it go.

This place is better than Ludao Pedestrian Street. On that piece of land, cars under 100 million won’t be allowed to park.

He Qing followed Ying Yujiang into the hotel lobby, looked up and down, and said in a low voice, "The courtyard here is too small..."

Taking him into the elevator, Ying Yujiang stretched out his hand to straighten the fold of He Qing's neckline, and said earnestly: "You drive away later, I'll wait for you at the entrance of the shopping mall."

He Qing turned her head and almost kissed Ying Yujiang's neck, she was a little shy and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

As soon as you got out of the elevator, there were only three or two rooms on this floor. Ying Yujiang stretched out his strong arms to wrap around He Qing's waist, lowered his head and bit his ear, and said, "I just passed the lobby. The tea drinker is staring at you."

He had just come out of the bathing center, and after taking a shower out of the hot spring, his body was still damp, and the ends of He Qing's hair were still dripping with water, and a few strands of his temple hair were sticking to his ears.

Now he listened to Ying and Jiang's speech, there was still a little alcohol smell between his lips and teeth, and He Qing was also drunk, his body limp.

The two quickly entered the private space, and He Qing replied with a cat-like voice: "Just watch it, it's pleasing to the eye..."

Ying and Jiang didn't say that it was because he was afraid that he would be seen by acquaintances entering the hotel with him, but he just took out his room card while walking, put it on the door lock and swiped it open, and said with a low laugh, "I'll show you that it's swollen."

"They don't seem to be inflated..."

He Qing half-closed her eyes, closed the heavy door, turned her back and pushed Ying and Jiang against the wall behind the door, and even put out the porch light with all her strength.

He grabbed Ying Yujiang's hand, lifted the hem of the sweater on his body, and pulled it to touch his lower abdomen.

Putting his lips close to Ying and Jiang's ears, he whispered, "You're swollen for me."

From Ying and Jiang's angle, he could see the obviously protruding collarbone under the collar of He Qing's sweater, and he could smell a refreshing moisture when he leaned over to rub against the base of his ear.

In the beginning, the congratulatory love was a piece of rough jade. During these days, he held it in his hand and carved it every day. The carving became more and more delicate and charming. The love overflowing from the corner of his eyes when he was emotional was a fatal blow to him.

Ying Yu stretched out his tongue and licked his ear pinna, and stamped He Qing's lower abdomen inch by inch with his rough fingertips, traced the slightly protruding abdominal muscles, and circled upwards one by one.

He asked hoarsely, "How many days?"

He Qing's body became weak from the touch, one leg was wrapped around Ying Yujiang's leg, and his arms were half-hanging around his neck. His handsome face was flushed, and he asked in a low voice, "What's been a few days..."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Ying Yujiang peeled off the waistband of his trousers with his hands, pulled down the zipper, and slipped his big hands into the trousers.

Through the cloth, Ying Yu covered her hot palms like that, and kneaded them fiercely as soon as she came up, He Qing was so stimulated that her whole body was wrapped in damp and almost turned into a puddle of water.

He rubbed and licked He Qing's earlobe, his voice was a little harsh: "How many days have you been fucked by me?"

You can hear the sound of water stains between your lips and teeth when you listen to this sentence, He Qing is so ashamed that he explodes, and wants to kick people with his long legs, but his strength is really inferior, so he suppresses his throat and roars: "You are sick... damn it……"

There was only a floor lamp turned on in the room, and the half-yellow and half-darkness made He Qing's eyebrows and eyes more hazy. Ying Yujiang squatted down and lifted He Qing up, letting the people on his shoulders kick and kick indiscriminately. Without looking back, he walked to the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room.

On the way, Ying and the general played tricks, and loosened their strength a bit, so frightened that He Qing grabbed his back and exclaimed, "Damn it!"

He almost fell face down on the ground because he was really going to.

In the next second, the whole person was thrown on the sofa. In front of him was Ying Yujiang who was half-kneeling on the sofa and taking off his bathrobe. Ginkgo leaves falling one after another in the street.

The ginkgo trees on the streets of Chengdu basically fell off during the Chinese New Year. Occasionally, there were still some withered and yellow leaves on the ground, which were spread far away and caught the eyes of Congratulations.

He Qing was lying on the sofa, panting heavily, his complexion was still slightly flushed, the raised hem of his clothes swept over his lower abdomen, scratching him slightly, just as he was about to stretch out his hand to remove it, he suddenly felt a chill down his leg , and even the entire pair of trousers were stripped clean.

His lower body was completely naked.

From He Qing's point of view, you can see that Ying Yujiang is half-kneeling on the ground, with one arm picking up his leg and holding it between his arms, and the other hand is just throwing his underwear to the side. bed.

You can even see the curvature of the head that should be lowered, the eyelashes, the bridge of the nose, the line of the thin lips, the half-naked upper body, the broad shoulders, and the bathrobe that hangs loosely on the abdomen.

Before he could say anything, the faint sound of a car's horn rang in his ears, as well as Ying Yujiang's sentence: "I just asked you a question, and you haven't answered me yet."

He Qing blushed and couldn't speak, she opened her mouth and wanted to curse: "Where the hell do I remember..."

His brain didn't have time to react, he felt his lower body fall into a hot and humid place, and then he looked down at Ying Yu's slightly puffed cheeks, his deep and lustful eyes, his whole body was about to explode, and his mind went blank.

He Qing savored this novel feeling carefully, and the feeling of being electrified was overwhelmed by waves.

His legs even moved together uncontrollably, squeezed so tightly that he would grunt, the wetness at the corner of his mouth was accompanied by a powerful animal desire, which made his whole body soft, like a fish dried up on the shore of the water, desperately grabbing Pillows that could be cuddled in your arms on the couch.

Regardless of other things, He Qing turned her face to bite the pillow, whimpering and moaning, she glanced at the people coming and going on the street downstairs, the street lamps and vehicles, and she was not stingy with the secret desire in her throat.

He flung the pillow away suddenly and knocked down the empty goblet on the table beside him, and the quilt fell on the carpet with a muffled sound.

He trembled all over his body, but he couldn't curl up at all, because he was forced to hold his legs and pinch his waist, so he could only hold the sofa and hum over and over again.

In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, and every time Ying Yu turned the tip of her tongue, He Qing was fascinated. He Qing panted subconsciously, raised her neck, her ears were burning hot, and broke down.

Under the waning sky, the raised arc of the neck is as beautiful as a painting with a brush. In this corner of the city, it exudes a secret sense of love.

Ying Yujiang let out what was in his mouth, kissed one side again, pulled a tissue to wipe it off, turned his face to peck and kiss the inner thigh of He Qing, and bit it bit by bit.

While biting, he asked viciously, "How many days?"

After being tossed like this, He Qing finally showed weakness, grabbed his head, and rubbed the back of his head with her fingertips over and over again, her legs were still closed unconsciously, her chest heaved violently, and she murmured: "Ten days ...ten days..."

He didn't know that Ying and Jiang were doing this for the first time, and they didn't know much about it. After the job was over, they only knew how to peck and kiss clumsily, pinching He Qing's white waist with a pair of big hands, drawing a striking red marks.

He Qing was panting, only to see that Ying Yu stretched a large piece of his snow-white bathrobe, which made his pupil membranes hot.

Before he could see enough, Ying and Jiang grabbed his ankles and dragged him forward, turned him over, put his big hands on his back, and pressed him into a kneeling position.

At this moment, He Qing couldn't use any more strength in her body, and she secretly scolded this bear in her heart for being so rough this time around.

Ying Yujiang walked to the head of the bed with a cold face, lowered half of the blinds, left half out, stepped on He Qing again, and pushed her down.

There were waves of collisions, and a liquid strawberry smell lingered on the tip of his nose. He Qing squinted his eyes to see the pink tube thrown on the ground, and cursed a hooligan in his heart.

Where did this thing come from?

Besides this posture, he really felt it was too strange, he was so ashamed that he exploded, what did he look like kneeling like this, now that the sky was getting dark, he could still look at a little shadow from the mirror, to see what should be and what would be lying on his knees I hugged my waist for a while and bumped hard, it's so fucking...

cool.

He Qing didn't have time to get distracted, lying on the back of the sofa with the soiled bathrobe draped over his waist, groaning in broken throats, all the sentences were shouted in different ways, it was all about responding and going blind taught.

He was stunned by the blow, and he couldn't hear what Ying Yujiang was yelling at. He squinted his peach blossom eyes and wept sullenly. , simply rub it all on the sofa.

Ying Yu made the movements one deep and one shallow, until it was not shallow at the end, and each time he stabbed deeper, He Qing felt that his lower abdomen was almost out of shape, his sanity came back a little, and he just wanted to kick his legs back Kick people down...

"In the future, don't say things like don't see you again."

Hearing what Ying Yujiang said, he stopped immediately, gritted his teeth and scolded: "You slipped away first...the villain sued first...and caused me to fight...do you know that I'm in trouble!"

Ying Yujiang gasped and kissed the soft flesh on the back of his neck, his lower body movements did not stop: "So I'm back, I'm afraid that something will happen to you."

When He Qing heard the words, there was another thumping, her legs were so weak that she couldn't use her strength, she turned her head and stared at her eyes and said, "Get out! It's okay, you have to, you will play to death!"

Ying Yu moved his body back a little bit, and then stabbed forward violently, so that He Qing felt that his spine was electrified, and the sweat all over his body seemed to be scooped up from the water. He lowered his head to look absent-mindedly. , the chin was tightly clamped by the man behind him, and he was forced to lift up and look out of the French window.

The fiery changes all over his body can't deceive anyone, but He Qing was already stubborn, and he still didn't spare him, his voice was hoarse, and he said crisply: "You fucking... just want everyone to look at me... ..."

"It doesn't matter whether it's Beijing or Chengdu,"

Ying Yujiang hugged him tightly and pulled him up, hid behind the back of the sofa, turned around with his legs, separated He Qing's legs from the front, and rushed in again.

He let He Qing gnaw on his shoulder for a while, and his voice was low and seductive: "You He Qing, you are full of my marks."

He Qing blushed, crossed her arms to cover her face, and could not utter a complete sentence.

He had no choice but to follow Ying Yujiang's sentence with a strong and domineering, affectionate and explicit "um" over and over again.

After a while, He Qing grabbed the bathrobe with both hands and wanted to tear it to pieces and threw it aside, crying and yelling, "Yi Nima is a bastard, I don't want it anymore, quickly hand over the gun, It's too bloated.

Ying and Jiang didn't stop when they heard the words, but became more aggressive.

He couldn't even kiss the tears in the corners of He Qing's eyes. When he opened his eyes, the red ends of his eyes seemed to have been ironed.

Seeing it well, both the general felt that He Qing's flickering eyelashes must be the painting fan, blowing out a gust of spring wind, entangled in his internal organs, and fascinated his exquisite heart...

The two bumped into each other so that the sofa was displaced, and the floor lamp next to it was about to fall down. He Qing was hoarse and could no longer scream, and returned to the previous cat-like state, curled up in one place, with her toes curled up After a while, one leg rested on the sofa, the other rested on Ying Yujiang's shoulder, his lower abdomen was flat and undulating, watching Ying Yujiang slowly withdraw.

"I don't care...you..."

He Qing was lying half-lying and gasping for breath, her lips were blocked when she was about to speak, sobbing, she wrapped herself around Ying Yu's strong waist and abdomen as if resigned to her fate, raised her head and kissed his tough, slightly protruding browbones.

When he was pushed down on the sofa again, He Qing looked desperately at the darkened sky outside the window, and stared at the magnificent one-story buildings opposite Taikoo Li: "Our family still has New Year's dinner after eight o'clock... With you like this, how can I go..."

Ying Yujiang stopped his movements, gasped slightly, hugged him, kissed his ear, and said, "I miss you like crazy."

Hearing what he said, He Qing's heart softened again, she turned her face and rubbed the tip of her nose in response to the general: "Are you going with me? It's too miserable for you to be alone in the hotel tonight."

"No."

Ying and Jiang rejected He Qing without even thinking about it, the smell of wine in their throats had almost dissipated, but the deep voice still made He Qing fall in love with him: "I can't hide it."

He said, I can't hide it in my eyes.

At that time, He Qing was kneeling on her stomach, staring fixedly at the fallen ginkgo leaves outside the window against the bitter cold wind.

After hearing what Ying Yujiang said, he suddenly thought of the little snowflakes that filled the sky in Chengdu on New Year's Eve.

Like Ying Yujiang, Fen flew into his world, and came to the south where it doesn't usually snow.

I just hope that the snow can accumulate.

He Qing turned around and hugged the man's neck, kissed him deeply, thinking quietly.

This snow must accumulate.