The Hidden Way to Make the President Cry

"What did you say you need?" Shi Chuyao slightly parted her lips, tilting her head to look at Yin Miwei.

Shi Chuyao's voice was soft and thin, like the cotton yarn just picked from the spinning wheel, each thread was shining brightly under the sunny blue sky, light and unique.

Yin Miwei wondered how she could think of this from Shi Chuyao. Could it be that Shi Chuyao was not a spore that was raging in the darkness under the cover of night, growing arrogantly with a shining green light? The legend put together?

Yin Mi regained her composure, and said to Shi Chuyao, "Hiding with You from the Rain is very important to me."

Shi Chuyao squinted her eyes, glanced up and down Yinmiwei's expression, moved from the refrigerator door to Yinmiwei's feet little by little, put her hand on Yinmiwei's leg, and smiled naturally: "You know " Is there any story about Hiding from the Rain with You?"

Yin Mi was taken aback for a moment, and took out the book from the bag, but was suddenly pushed back by Shi Chuyao, Shi Chuyao stood up, bent down slightly condescendingly, looked directly into Yin Miwei's eyes and said, "I want you to tell Listen to me."

Shi Chuyao's sudden request made Yin Mi Wei at a loss for a while, Shi Chuyao actually wanted to listen to her tell a story?

Yin Mi thought for a while, but couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she agreed to Shi Chuyao's request.

Shi Chuyao breathed a sigh of relief, stood up with a smile on her face, and patted Yin Miwei's leg by the way: "You should have both voice and emotion."

Yin Miwei was wondering what Shi Chuyao meant when he said that his voice was full of emotion, but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Shi Chuyao's occasional flash of spring.

Shi Chuyao was wearing a low-cut, off-the-shoulder T-shirt. The moment she bowed her head, the softness wrapped in elastic fabric revealed her face like a glimpse.

Only then did Yin Miwei realize that Shi Chuyao was not wearing underwear.

Even if there are only two women in this room, Shi Chuyao is too bold.

Yin Mi slightly recalled that Shi Chuyao had worn such clothes to go to the supermarket and shop earlier in the day, and talk to people as if no one else was there. What kind of mentality did Shi Chuyao use to do these things in a vacuum?

But she also has a very beautiful face.

It was very presumptuous.

"I'm ready, why don't you talk?" Shi Chuyao leaned her body slightly, with her slightly fluffy hair resting comfortably on the palm of her hand, sitting on the sofa with her bare feet, her two long legs hanging gracefully on the ground, clean and white Her ankles crossed each other, and the bright pink nail polish set off her small, but thin feet.

Shi Chuyao is a woman, even if she is surrounded by pink, she is definitely not cute.The allure she exudes is like the vigorous vines spreading from the Amazon jungle, winding thin hair from the depths of the ground along the rainy season, prying open the soil with the softest but hardest force, and spreading all over the soil Grab nutrients from the soil, plunder oxygen and rain and dew, and then take root and sprout, until every piece of soil, every grain of sand is stained with the moisture and mist of her unique breath.

Yin Mi felt a little thirsty in her throat, she picked up the ginger tea that Chu Yao sent, took a sip, sat up a little, and then told the story of "Hiding with You from the Rain".

Shi Chuyao listened very carefully, her eyes never left Yin Miwei's face, Yin Miwei could even feel Shi Chuyao's gaze wandering, sometimes looking directly into her eyes, sometimes passing her ears, sometimes staying in the her lips.

Among them, the longest stay on her lips.

Is there something in the corner of her mouth?

Yin Miwei was about to turn her head to the glazed mirror next to her to verify the answer, when Chu Yao suddenly got up and walked behind Yin Miwei, her hands lightly fell on Yinmiwei's shoulders, she tilted her head and leaned against Yinmiwei as if away from her. Ear side, said: "It turned out to be a story about first love, but you didn't tell it well at all."

Shi Chuyao's breath was like curling cigarettes, rising, circling, sinking, entangled, and circling along the broken hair by Yin Miwei's ears, Yin Miwei couldn't help sitting up straight, even holding her breath.

"This is the story in the book." Yin Mi took a deep breath and put the book on her lap.

Shi Chuyao raised the corner of her mouth, reached out her hand to touch the position of Yinmi Weiwei's left chest, and then stopped moving.

Yin Mi was slightly startled, and was about to move Shi Chuyao's hand away, but Shi Chuyao exerted a little strength, pressed Yin Mi and said slightly: "There is no story that flows from my heart, even you can't be moved, so what about you?" To impress Miss Peach Coral?"

Shi Chuyao withdrew her hand, but she didn't sit back on the sofa opposite Yin Miwei, she just put her hands together and sat on the operating table, after thinking about it, she said to Yin Mi Wei: "Tell me about your first love, okay?" gone."

Yin Mi stood up slightly, hugged her elbows and said, "My first love is my husband."

Shi Chuyao was slightly taken aback, Yin Miwei's answer was a bit beyond her expectation, a young lady like Yin Miwei should have had all kinds of suitors around her since she was a girl, and Yin Miwei didn't have a single one who was tempted what?

"It's so boring." Shi Chuyao raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, and slightly hooked her hands at Yin Mi, "Come here."

Yin Mi walked up to Shi Chuyao's side slightly, looked into Shi Chuyao's eyes and said, "Why do you say it's boring?"

Yin Miwei felt very strange, logically speaking, she should have rejected Shi Chuyao's behavior of probing her body without authorization, but when Chu Yao said the word "boring", Yin Miwei suddenly felt that a certain wrinkle in her heart was worn away. After a while, it was like the dry moss hidden deep in the forest. The loose lines were ironed out by the accidentally dropped branches, and they were ironed again on the wet and soft soil. Then, maybe they regained their vitality, maybe just like that. corrupt.

Shi Chuyao stretched out her two long legs, stretched her toes lightly, and surrounded Yin Mi Wei between her long legs, Yin Mi Wei obviously did not expect Shi Chuyao to make such a move, However, at this moment, she was tightly clamped by Shi Chuyao, unable to move at all.

Shi Chuyao stretched her arms around Yin Miwei's waist, raised her head with a half-smile and said, "Because you didn't have any expression on your face when you talked about your first love. This is not the memory that first love should have."

Yin Miwei only felt that Shi Chuyao's movements and voice were extremely ambiguous, if Shi Chuyao was a man, she would have slapped Shi Chuyao long ago, but Shi Chuyao is a genuine and extremely beautiful woman.Yin Mi became confused for a moment, she didn't know how to react to Shi Chuyao's behavior.

Yin Miwei's calm and composure on the surface made Shi Chuyao completely addicted to it, and all the questions about who Yin Miwei's wife was and what relationship it had with her were all forgotten.

Perhaps these problems have always been in front of them, but Shi Chuyao chose to turn a blind eye.

Shi Chuyao let go of Yin Mi Wei, jumped off the console, raised the corners of her mouth meaningfully, and said to Yin Mi Wei: "If you can't understand the fun of first love, then how can you and Miss Tao Shanhu have a common language? ?”

Yin Mi breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down and said: "Do I need to have the same experience to impress Miss Tao?"

But Shi Chuyao didn't answer Yin Miwei's question, just smiled and took Yin Miwei's wrist and led her to the window, before Yin Miwei could react, Shi Chuyao supported Yin Miwei's waist Turning her around, Yin Miwei's whole body was pressed against the huge French window.

Before Yin Miwei could react, Shi Chuyao bit the zipper on Yin Miwei's back, and slowly slid the zipper to her waist.

"Miss Shi, what are you doing?" Yin Mi felt the chill on her back slightly, her heart jumped suddenly.

What Shi Chuyao did to her was no longer ambiguous.