lover relationship

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The competent Sang Ye was not very capable, he hummed for a long time, and finally squeezed out a flower from the spores, and was wilted by the pouring rain after a while.

Fortunately, no matter how short or long the flowering period is, it is always brilliant after blooming.

Sang Ye covered himself at home, and hadn't been out much in the days before his birthday, and his skin seemed to be white.

Suhe didn't have a sunbath, and the autumn rain gradually became cooler, and the sun at the end of October could not tan his skin.

Especially his face, which was nourished enough in the greenhouse and soaked in milk bath soup, the ambiguous red corners of his eyes looked very gorgeous on the increasingly fair skin.

Lin Wei went to work in the company, and would come back to him at night. The house on the 32nd floor was like a cage, and the two of them were locked in it, but they were free only in the cage.

"Some religious believers believed that the process of sex is full of divinity. In ancient Egypt, there were priests and priestesses who praised women's reproductive ability in the way of intercourse. "The Da Vinci Code" also wrote about divine marriage... ..." Sang Ye lay on the imperial concubine's couch with his head up, his face was covered with books, and his smooth chest was exposed in the wine red pajamas.Lin Wei was sitting next to him on the ground working, the computer screen illuminated his lenses, and the white cilia of the blanket softened his coldness a lot.

Sang Ye bent one leg, suddenly raised the book on his face and looked at Lin Wei, stepped on his shoulder and rubbed his face: "Then what are we?"

Lin Wei was looking at the architectural design drawings sent to him by his partner, with two purposes in mind, grabbed Sang Ye's toes, and kissed him casually on the back of his instep: "It's the snake in the Garden of Eden."

Sang Ye ignored him and continued to read his book.

His books are very miscellaneous, piled up in a mess on the bookshelves without any rules, most of them are new, bought to fill the bookshelves after returning to China, only two or three Shakespeare anthologies and poetry collections are old things, and the rest are messy idle essays , landscape geography, literary miscellaneous notes, and this "Mother's Recipe"... When Lin Wei's obsessive-compulsive disorder attacked and he was packing the bookshelf, he stared at this book for a long time, and made it that night | , rubbing until Sangye bared his teeth.

At this moment, Sang Ye was reading a popular book in his hand, and there was even some "sex and divinity" involved. Lin Wei sometimes wanted to open his brain to see what structure was inside, so that he felt that this person So presumptuous, bold, charming and cute.

After flipping through the book that was full of "Ahahaha" and "I can't do it" throughout the book, Kuwano found it very boring.

In the past few days, Sang Qin asked him to press the money again. Today he transferred the account and allocated 3000 million to No. 192. He has a bad temper right now.

Sang Ye didn't want to vent his anger on Lin Zhen, he was reluctant to part with him because he was his big treasure.

The hand holding the book drooped, Sang Ye looked at Lin Wei's side face, his eyes slipped from his slightly frowned brows, sank into the valley between his brows and the bridge of his nose, and then climbed over him along the blade-like bridge of his nose His breath fell on his lips.Sang Ye's gaze rolled over his lips twice, slipped past his chin, walked into the shadow of the jaw, and climbed up to his Adam's apple.

sexy.

The panting in the middle of the night, Lin Wei's warm breath in his ears and the straightforward praise of his body seemed to have not dissipated.The cage is full of the breath of the two of them, there is no room for others, and there is no longer the coldness of being alone.

Those sighs of freedom echoed, biting the back of his neck, grabbing his throat, and kissing his eyes.

Boss Lin hasn't said "No", but Sang Ye knows that he has begged for mercy many times.But how can a literati's steal be called stealing?Can begging for mercy on the bed count as begging for mercy?That's love|interest.

Lin Wei was wearing the same style of pajamas as Sang Ye's. The deep black robe made him look white, and the color of the screen made him look too white. There was a kind of taboo coldness and arrogance.

Sang Ye didn't hold the book in his hand and dropped it to the ground.

Lin Wei looked back at him and found that he was not asleep, so he picked up the book and put it back in his hand.

Sang Ye casually threw the book on the ground, put his toe on Lin Wei's shoulder and poked it, and said lazily, "It fell again."

He didn't throw it far enough, Lin Wei stretched out his hand and put the book back into his arms.

This time, Sang Ye raised his hand and threw it to the end of the coffee table, then stepped on Lin Wei's shoulder and said, "Go, pick it up for me."

Lin Wei swiped the screen to read the last report, then turned to look at Sang Ye with indifferent eyes.

Sang Ye stepped on his shoulder and urged: "What are you doing? Go!"

Lin Wei was still looking at him, and Sang Ye laughed: "What are you doing, don't look at me, go pick up books, puppy! Did you hear, Dad ordered you!"

Lin Wei stared at Sang Ye, quickly put the computer aside and rushed over, Sang Ye shrank into a ball with a strange cry, still not avoiding Lin Wei's hand scratching his armpit, he couldn't help laughing, the whole person was crowded in the In the corner of the imperial concubine's bed, the wine red pajamas were also messed up, and she shouted loudly: "I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Lin Wei also had a smile on his face, let go of his grip, pinched his chin and kissed him forcefully.

Sang Ye was so cowardly and arrogant that he kicked his leg immediately: "Go! Go pick up books, hear me!"

Lin Wei scratched him a second time, and this time his pajamas fell off, Sang Ye didn't dare to behave wildly again, laughed until his stomach ached, laughed until he shed tears, hugged Lin Wei tightly, and don't scratch anyone.

The concubine's couch is for one person, and both of them are about 1.8 meters tall, so it's not too uncomfortable to be squeezed like this.

Before Sang Ye finished laughing, he called Lin Wei a few words "little dog", and Lin Wei said helplessly, "You can't see me doing things."

Sang Ye smiled and said, "Where do I have it?"

It is related to the planning and renovation of the old city. The architectural design drawings are not only for Lin Wei, but also for the construction bureau. Lin Wei belongs to the group of young people who do hard work. Qualification is what he came out step by step.

Lin Wei kissed Sang Ye a few times and went back to read his report. Sang Ye was very bored, so he picked up the pajamas that slipped down his shoulders, got up, picked up the books by himself, and poured wine again.

He doesn't drink much when he's out, but he's really addicted to alcohol at home. He likes to hold a glass, shake it slowly, and drink it slowly. He's very bourgeois.

Lin Wei glanced at him and said, "It's too late, drink less."

Sang Ye frowned, and said casually, "Got it."

He was a little bored, and went to sleep by himself after drinking, and there was the sound of Lin Wei calling outside while he was half asleep.

Sang Ye turned over, sleeping himself cold, and didn't bother to adjust the temperature in the room.

After an unknown number of hours, Lin Wei finally walked in, sank into the bed, and hugged him from behind.

Falling into the warm place, Sang Ye felt comfortable, and Lin Wei's hand would always be placed on his stomach, warm and comfortable.

Sang Ye hooked Gou Linzheng's finger.

Lin Wei: "Not asleep yet?"

Sang Ye was vague and unwilling to speak, so Lin Wei hugged him to sleep.

The gesture is intimate and considerate of each other, as if they were real lovers.

As Sangye's day was approaching, he also had enough sleep in the greenhouse, so he went to find Fu Zhifei first, and while playing with the puppy, he was gleefully alluded to by Mr. Fu for a long time, and asked him, "How do you feel?"

What else could Sang Ye say, he said desperately: "Excellent! I suggest you try it too."

Teacher Fu laughed and scolded: "Don't blame others if you lie down by yourself, and you want to drag me into the water, you think too much."

Sang Ye sat lala: "Anyway, I don't miss you either."

"What's more, you know the feeling of a fart," Sang Ye said, "Have you ever opened a knife with that thing? You just ask the feeling? You just talk about it and don't practice fake moves."

Fu Zhifei smiled for a while, then put the prepared birthday present in his hands and said, "Happy birthday, Aye."

Sang Ye accepted it with a smile, and Fu Zhifei said, "Don't take them too seriously, and don't take the past too seriously."

Fu Zhifei raised his hand as if he wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but then remembered that Sang Ye had a boyfriend now, so he stopped patting him.

No matter what kind of stupid agreement between Sang Ye and Lin Wei, Fu Zhifei treats them as a couple.

Fu Zhifei offered him a small piece of cake: "Aye, your mother's spirit in heaven also wants to see you happy, so don't torture yourself."

Sang Ye's eyes were a little swollen, he never celebrated his birthday on his birthday, and his mother died of illness in autumn.

At that time, she had already suffered from severe anorexia. The emotional failure negated the meaning of her running away from home in the first place, and the material constraints restrained both mother and son at the same time.

She began not to like to eat, and had a special attachment to alcohol.

In the second year of living in Canada, her weight began to plummet, getting weaker every day.

At that time, Sangye could always see his mother sitting blankly at the desk after heavy work. Sometimes Sangye would inadvertently intrude into her territory, and he could hear the sobbing of the woman, pulling him in a daze and calling him, shouting It was Sang Qin's name, and he still cried after calling it himself.

She finally bowed her head to her family, hid her stubbornness in her desperate and dying body, and entrusted her child to her younger brother.

The best sanitariums can't bring back a dead heart.

At that time, the flower fields outside the window were rustling, the grass was not withered, half green and half green and yellow.

Sang Ye held his mother's hand and pressed it to his cheek, skin to skin, feeling the loss of vitality bit by bit until it was cold.

He couldn't warm his mother's hand, and sat there all afternoon.

Tatsuo Hori wrote about the sanatorium on the mountains and rivers. The mountain lily blooms in the morning dew, and when the wind blows, it takes away the vitality of the heroine. Despite the struggle of love, there is no room for retention, only regret.

But after all, they still love each other deeply in the book, and the fault lies in the separation of life and death.

But he was sitting in the gloomy window, and it was bright autumn outside. Sang Ye could not see love from his parents, but saw torture and decadence.

The sun is frolicking, being chased away by the wind, children ignorant of the world are singing songs, and the windmill is turning slowly, unable to wake up and die.

His mother had no last words, her dry eyes were deeply sunken, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, like the torture the little mermaid endured when she was willing to exchange her legs, like the relief when she turned into foam.

The prince and his fiancée were happy, the prince and the helmsman were unaware, the witch chanted loudly, and laughed strangely at the ignorance of the world where true love is hard to come by, Atropos cut the thread of life neatly, and there was a gust of wind in the flower field Get up and take his mother away.

It became a small tomb overlooking the east.

A crow-like black umbrella was propped above his head, blocking all sunlight. Ferdinand stood behind him and asked, "I heard from your mother that your birthday is in autumn. What day is it?"

The soil beside the tombstone is still new, and the lilies are covered with dust and dew.

At that time, Kuwano couldn't laugh.

Sang Ye said calmly, "Today."

Ferdinand was silent for a long time, patted his nephew on the shoulder, and stopped talking.

It's a pity that Sang Qin couldn't remember the day when his late wife passed away, so he wanted to hold a birthday party for him.

The toasts are intertwined, and Sang Ye is just a pawn in the gold and jade vanity fair.

He held up champagne and drank with city officials, with Zi An's shareholders, with design institutes, intermediaries, and people from various factions who were careful about budgeting.

Sang Qin had a smile on his face, and so did Director Liang.

Sang Ye sent a message to Lin Wei: Baby, let's elope.

Lin Wei did not come to his birthday party, but quickly replied to him: When?

Sang Ye bit the tip of his tongue and laughed, his face was slightly drunk, and said to him: "Today."

The author has something to say: I am late, bow!There are many dinners in the evening recently, and the update time will be fixed after next Monday.

"The Wind Rises" Tatsuo Hori (Japan)

The Da Vinci Code Dan Brown (USA)

"Mom's Cookbook" Fake

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