to dig boyfriend's grave

Shen Jiming was a little unprepared, and was pushed hard against the wall by his brutal posture. He quickly hugged him, and moved his head back, but was followed by Lin Jia, with the tip of his tongue poking in.

Lin Jia, who was out of control, was like a violent lion swearing sovereignty in its own territory.

Shen Jiming is his!From beginning to end, whether it is a human or a ghost, this person belongs to him!

Shen Jiming was ignited by his mess. At first, because he was worried that Lin Jia could bear it enough, when Lin Jia poked the tip of his tongue in to hook him, he completely tensed up.

He raised his hand and threw Lin Jia on the bed, then pressed him over, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and fixed it on top of his head.

Lin Jia was woken up by this almost forced posture. He stretched out his hand to push the person on top of him, but he didn't push, and his mouth was gagged.

With one free arm, Shen Jiming lifted Lin Jia's shirt and pushed it to his chest, then kissed his collarbone, and even bit it with his teeth, making a circle of red marks.

Lin Jiahong, who was forced by the movement, unconsciously let out a smack from his mouth, he broke free with his hand, grabbed Shen Jiming's back, and then slid down.

The room was very bright, and Lin Jia realized that the curtains were not closed after returning to reason.

In broad daylight, the scale was a bit too big, he smiled at the ceiling with his mouth hooked, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Jiming threw the tissue in his hand on the ground, "Go wash it."

"...I don't want to move." Lin Jia stretched, took off her T-shirt and threw it on him, and lay down on the bed again.

"Get up, it's so dirty." Shen Jiming put the clothes he threw on the side cabinet, and reached out to pat his butt.

"Dirty isn't yours!", Lin Jia immediately got up from the bed, stared at him with wide eyes, "You are sick, you must cum on my back!"

"Then where should I shoot?" Shen Jiming smiled, and slapped him on the back, "Get up, I'll put the water for you."

"Crazy." Lin Jia picked up her trouser fork and got up from the bed muttering, "You can't shoot yourself in the hand."

There is a bathtub in the bathroom of this house, but Lin Jia has never used it and finds it troublesome.

However, after Shen Jiming cleaned it up, he put hot water on it, and it looked like that. The hot mist was slowly floating and moving on the surface of the water, and it made people want to plunge into its embrace.

After Lin Jiazha entered, his whole body was soaked in the warm water, as if he had been melted, and there were threads of heating in the crevices of his bones.

Shen Jiming didn't know what was put in the water, the faint fragrance smelled very reassuring, he leaned his head back on the bathtub, and slowly fell asleep.

After Shen Jiming cleaned up everything outside, he walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door, but he pushed the door open and went in without getting a response.

Fog filled the entire bathroom, but the moment Shen Jiming entered, the fog seemed to be afraid of something, and opened a clear path from the middle.

Shen Jiming walked over and stood quietly in front of the bathtub, staring at Lin Jia who was sleeping with his eyes closed for a long time, then bent down and slowly picked up the person in the water.

Xu Changping said that he couldn't control Lin Jia's memory, but so far, it seems that he has done a good job, and Lin Jia doesn't remember anything about the past.

No matter when you can remember it, if you can delay it for a day, you can't remember anything, and you don't know anything, that's the best.

Lin Jia on the chest shrank slightly because she left the warm water and was in contact with the air for a long time, and her wet eyelashes trembled uneasily, but she didn't wake up.

Shen Jiming lowered his head and kissed his forehead, took a bath towel to wrap him up, carried him all the way to the bedroom, quickly stuffed him into the bed, and then pulled out the towel.

Lin Jia woke up when her nose was hooked by the strong fragrance. After struggling to get up from the bed, she realized that she was completely naked without a piece of cloth.

"Fuck." Lin Jia cursed in a low voice, went to the closet and pulled out a few clothes to put on, and walked out while shouting, "What are you doing, how delicious are you?"

"Are you awake?" Shen Jiming held on to the handle of the pot with one hand without turning his head, while holding a shovel in the other hand, stirring up the vegetables in the pot, "Come here and have a taste."

"Yo? Chef." Lin Jia looked at the dishes on the table, went around and entered the kitchen, put his arms around his waist, and put his chin on his shoulder, "Chef Shen, aren't you good at following?" ?"

Shen Jiming smiled and didn't answer, he picked up the vegetables in the pot and put them on a plate, then turned around and hugged him, bowed his head and kissed him on the mouth. "Learn now and do it now."

"Is it annoying?" Lin Jia pushed the person away with a smile, went to serve himself a bowl of rice, sat on the dining table, picked up the fish in front of the chopsticks, and smacked his lips after eating, "This fish is really cooked. Not bad, delicious."

Shen Jiming brought over the bowl of dishes just out of the pan, and put it in front of him, "Try this."

"What silk?" Lin Jia had just picked up a chopstick and was about to stuff it in his mouth, when there was a knock on the door outside.

"You eat, I'll go and see." Shen Jiming got up and walked towards the door.

Satisfied, Lin Jia stuffed the chopsticks into her mouth.

"Does Lin Jia live here?" The moment the woman's voice sounded, the chopsticks in Lin Jia's hand fell on the dining table.

"Yes." Shen Jiming looked at the woman with cold eyes, he didn't know why this woman came to Lin Jia again, didn't she take the money very readily last time?

The woman looked at the tall man in front of her, who was obviously a little emboldened, tugged at the hem of her clothes, and looked into the room, but the man in front of her blocked her sight, so she whispered, "I am Lin Jia's mother, please call him."

"What do you want from him?" Shen Jiming stood in front of the door without moving away, with disgust and indifference in his eyes.

"He...his father is dead." The woman lowered her head and wiped her tears, "I told him to go back to his father..."

"I won't go." Lin Jia did not know when she stood behind Shen Jiming and interrupted the woman.

"Jiazi!" The woman saw Lin Jia's surprised face, but she burst into tears immediately, becoming more courageous, she went up to push Shen Jiming away, grabbed Lin Jia's hand and began to cry, "You Dad, he didn’t make it through after all, he died on the bed after suffering for so long! Before he died, he held my hand and called your name. He wanted you to go back, Jiazi! Come back with me Kowtow to your dad, huh? Come back with me."

"Calling my name?" Lin Jia wanted to laugh, "Is he trying to drag me to die together?"

"How can you think so?" The woman seemed a little surprised, the tears on her face froze. After realizing it, she stretched out her hand and thumped Lin Jia's chest, and immediately started crying again, "Are you crazy?" It's gone! Isn't he your father!"

When Lin Jia froze and hadn't reacted, Shen Jiming behind him was covered in icy scum. He stepped forward and pulled the woman's collar back. Although it didn't take much force, the woman kept He squatted on the ground and sat for a while, then started howling and crying, and started to gallop at Lin Jia, swearing a lot of obscenities.

Shen Jiming frowned and wanted to kick this disgusting woman out, but Lin Jia stopped him just two steps forward.

The woman was crying really, but there was no real sadness in her eyes, her eyes were still rolling around to look at the house, her son was indeed a good-for-nothing, unexpectedly so rich.

Lao Hu told her that if she could cheat her cheap son back, she would get no less than six figures. She didn't believe it at first. She knew that her son was a star now, but he didn't look too popular. But so rich.

Lin Jia looked at the big red leather bag that was completely unattached to the woman's hand, and the gold bracelet on her hand, and her mind quickly calmed down under the shock of being found by his mother. It is absolutely wrong for his mother to let him go back. Why kowtow to his father.

Knocking head, his father is dead, don't mention how happy his mother is, here Lin Jia is still thinking about his mother's real purpose, Shen Jiming on the side looks at the woman sitting on the ground, but his eyes are getting colder and colder .

The author has something to say:

Recently, Kawen is very good, because there is something wrong with the outline, I have been changing it, and I will adjust it as soon as possible.

Goodnight everybody.