No problem... Let's take care of it

Hosran thought.

He stood up and thought about the problem coldly until dark. When he opened his eyes, he saw the sky covered by rain and clouds outside. He felt warm. He grabbed the key on the table and said to Han Feng, who was reviewing the documents and issuing instructions next to him: "I'll leave first. If you have any questions, ask Staff Feng. If you can't solve it, I'll solve it when I come back."

The last sentence made Han Feng choke suddenly - wait for him to come back?!!

Then, isn’t this just saying directly that if you know the image these days, it’s better not to disturb him at all! That’s right?

Amid the cold peak's purple face, Huo Siran suppressed his faint thoughts and walked out of the Military Commission Building with a cold body.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

The drizzle is hazy.

It was a moment of love and rain, and the weather in early winter became very good. Yun Shang sat in the business district on the top floor of the hotel and drank coffee on the Internet. After a cup, he felt a little hot. His eyes were soft and he looked out the window, but the leaves fell and were covered in coldness. So what about the capital? It was like a bleak place, where was that heartwarming person?

tired.

She gently wrapped the snow-white fur tightly, took off her cotton slippers and gently shrank into the purple sofa, a little pitiful.

One day, two days, she waited, even if she had a greeting.

But I can't wait.

After sitting for a long time, a pair of well-maintained slender hands reached out and tapped the keyboard to make a simple state. "Kyoto is so cold", then gently stroked the back cover and slowly covered it.

quiet.

Yun Shang lies in the sofa and slowly flips out the magazine in one breath, her eyes clear and quiet, because she is not only calm to cure changes at this moment—

There is no other way.

…………

Lin Yitong was stopped by a man in a military uniform while taking the bus.

She didn't have much luggage. At first, she was stopped and asked her to get in the car. She looked back with her eyes clear. She clasped her shoulder stamp and wanted to see the number of his class platoon. The platoon leader was very embarrassed and had to take the officer's certificate from her pocket to show her. She looked carefully before she believed it, her face flushed and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, that...I told him that I can go there myself."

——I didn’t expect he would send someone.

The roster leader smiled brightly, pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but asked her to come over. There was something she didn't expect from behind.

Hosran sat peacefully in the car, waiting with his eyebrows. When she came, she obviously saw her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but be happy like a bright pearl radiating. Hosran lightly tapped the car window, and the row leader suddenly saluted and ran to drive in front. His long arms had stretched over to hug her. He hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the smell on each other seemed to be extremely precious. The tiny man didn't say anything, put his thin travel bag in the front row, and was carried by him to nest into his arms, maybe he hadn't spoken for a long time.

The car has no baffle and is difficult to do.

Hosran knew that she had been sitting in a hard seat all night last night. Although she was so energetic now, she was always sleepy. As expected, she was hugged by him for a while and nodded unconsciously. Hosran put her little head into his arms, and Lin Yitong also hugged him with peace of mind and fell asleep, trusting and completely trusting him.

When entering the community gate, the platoon leader was almost stunned, and the car almost hit the pillar of the security booth.

When she got off the bus, she was afraid of waking her up, so she came down in an embarrassing position in her arms. When she followed the elevator upstairs, she still woke up. She opened her eyes in a daze, and her eyes hurt because of the lights in the elevator. She looked up at him in confusion.

Hosran felt his lower body tightening, and his blood rushing down. Then he couldn't help but bow his head and rub the tip of her nose, making her come to her senses and know that she was home.

Lin Yitong hadn't felt this way for a long time, and her nose suddenly started to be sore.

——So how good is the one she insisted on? How good is it to live outside? How good is it to work so far away? How good is it to be a girl who can repair the toilet and change the gas tank independently?

Sincerely, nothing is good.

When he entered the door, he saw her eyes full of tears. Hosran thought she was too happy, and his eyes were deep and kissed her eyes. He couldn't stop this kiss. He lost the key and kicked the door. Hosran picked her up and walked towards the bedroom. However, he never thought that she would wrap it around himself, and his soft and wet little tongue kept licking his face and eyebrows. Hosran trembled slightly, and grabbed the back of her neck when he was slamming into the familiar big bed. He stared at her and wanted to get up and take off his coat. Unexpectedly, she gently wrapped her neck tightly to prevent him from getting up. Hosran's eyes darkened, and now he lost control.

The kiss begins with the intensely intertwined lips, accompanied by heavy breathing and disorder.

Huo Siran tore his coat and Lin Yitong's complicated clothes, pushed her apart and peeled her cleanly. He felt her trembling in the cold air and quickly warmed her with her body, sucking her tongue, causing her to lose consciousness and do whatever he wants.

"The little thing misses me, right?" Hosran asked her with scarlet eyes and panting.

"..." Lin Yitong was confused and couldn't speak. Her big palm he placed on her chest made her breathing messy.

"Hmm? Talk." Hosran kissed her again, spread her legs apart on both sides, tried her hand with her fingers and then twitched, directly pressed her with her clone and penetrated heavily.

One shot to the end.

"..." Lin Yitong almost cried and admitted in a trembling voice, "I want to..."

The tight and comfortable feeling and sentences made Hosran almost disarm. After enduring it for a while, he began to move. The process from slow to fast developed very quickly. In addition, she really missed him without any pretentious thoughts, so in the thick sweating and sticky body, despite the initial intense friction that made her feel a little fucking painful, she was still excited by the pleasure and involuntarily catered to him, and her smooth tongue even took the initiative to send it to his mouth.

A small separation is better than a newlywed.

Hosran fully understood this feeling and loved it so much. With her tongue in her mouth, she wished she could live forever.

…………

But at first there was strong possession and friction. She was a little injured. After the first time, there were some purple bruises on her waist. After the explosion, Hosran burst out and felt that she could not control her actions, so she kissed her carefully and felt that she was full of guilt and regret. But no one could control that situation.

After all, she has never taken the initiative.

Never.

Lin Yitong was too tired to open her eyes. She was trembling all over by the pleasure of the stray bullet. The feeling of accumulation was not dissipated for a long time, but Huo Siran had already held her and sat up. The desire that had just become weaker and slowly hardened. She was sensed little by little in her body, wrapped him tightly little by little, leaning into his hot and warm arms.

Hosran hugged her and said softly: "Is the holiday stable?"

"It's just a normal office worker. Sometimes people with serious illnesses will work overtime." Lin Yitong hung her little head on his shoulder weakly.

"Where do you want me to take you to play these two days?" Hosran kissed her round shoulder.

Lin Yitong shook her head: "I won't go. I'll stay at home to give you a small meal."

Hosran raised his eyebrows.

"I remember that you are the leaders who can't tell outsiders about their dietary preferences, right? I've learned to make new ones after eating too much food in the cafeteria," she shuddered and looked at him expectantly, "You must like to eat new ones."

Huo Siran's eyes were clearly moved.

It is right to be moved.

Just like when I was in the army, Gu Wenxi would always make a sweet and sour pork ribs to serve. Because Huo Ye likes to eat sweet food, Huo Xi is not picky and doesn't like drinking. But God knows that he doesn't know that he has a bad stomach and can't drink too much wine. As for the sweet food, haha. No one has ever asked him if he likes to eat sweet food.

Damn it...

It's really damn, right?

This little thing is busy with her own efforts and has time to think about these things. What can he do for her?

Huo Siran hugged the tiny person in his arms tightly, hugged him tightly, and a bloodshot in his eyes and said in a faint voice: "Go and take a group of photos with you, huh?"

She was stunned, took a photo?

"This room is a little empty," he stroked her little face, "Let's hang something on the wall."

For example, wedding photos.

Lin Yitong was a little surprised, and a light flashed in her eyes. After all, no girl would not yearn for these things. Her soft arms surrounded him, and she suddenly remembered something and spoke softly: "Chief."

"Huh?" Hosran responded naturally, getting used to her calling.

She then gently buried her little face: "It's okay. I just want to call you."

She almost compromised, and compromised to give up the bitter place and return to this warm arms. Who should the girl be so strong to show her? Or is it just because she is afraid that one day this harbor cannot be docked for herself for the rest of her life, and that one day after leaving the crutch, she will never learn to walk alone for the rest of her life?

I can't figure it out, nor can I get it.

That long life for it.

Huo Siran pressed her sweet lips tightly, with a slight teasing meaning that made her feel the heat and unbearable in her body. Lin Yitong really frowned and hummed, and was numb and limp by the tender kiss he came up to. Huo Siran called her in a low voice: "Tongtong..."

She understands what he means.

The big palm on the back waist had already clasped her beautiful buttocks and began to move, touching the heart of the flower. Her little hand clenched into a fist and pressed against his chest, accusing him of teasing and possession. Hosran simply hugged her down to the ground, throwing her up and down to fiddling with her. Lin Yitong was subconsciously afraid of such unrestrained depth and force. Hosran kissed her lightly to comfort her not to drop her. Only then did she feel at ease, her legs were placed in her arms by him, pressing against the thick and soft floor-to-ceiling curtains.

As she slowly went up and down into her unprepared desire mouth, the soft moan burned like flames, and the sound became more and more exciting. The force and speed of Hosran slowly increased, and the fast and accurate posture burned each other like a fireball. The feeling was so strong that she wanted to shrink, but was pulled down by gravity. This position made her vent her body twice and she was completely exhausted and begged for mercy to him. Hosran hugged her, put her on the bed, and hugged her slowly and sweetly torture her.

As he was sweating profusely, Huo Siran kissed her, feeling that he was in heaven every time. He also felt that he had never loved her like this in this life. He loved her so deeply that he wanted to tie her around her and give her a lifetime of love.

fuck fuck fuck*

Dream Paris is near the most prosperous area in Kyoto. When I drove by, Hosran didn't notice anything, but when I got off the car and picked up my clothes, my eyebrows suddenly jumped and I remembered something.

Put your arms in your pocket, and look at the five-star international hotel outside thoughtfully-

The residence arranged for Yun Shang is inside.

"Sir, look." The shopping guide patted his shoulder with a smile.

Hosran turned straight and saw the curtain pulling open. His beloved man was standing in the center of the clear and slim round table, wearing a strapless wedding dress that was so beautiful. The seaweed-like curly hair scattered around his waist, and his shoulder blades were just thin, especially his makeup, and his bare face was thrilling.

"It's just that the back and waist are a little wide, and the others just happen." Lin Yitong's face turned slightly red and she explained.

The back and waist are slightly wider? Isn’t that big?

Hosran gently held her little hand and took her over. After turning it around, she saw a little uneven back and waist behind her. Her deep eyes never left her, and her hands tightened tighter and asked lightly: "Will you still recruit male employees in your wedding dress shop?"

The shopping guide was stunned and turned around and saw the worker who was also stunned and helpless in the warehouse. He was amused and laughed: "This, sir... We dreamed that Paris wedding dresses are all works by famous global fashion designers, with quality assurance, and they all follow the solemn and elegant themes of Western weddings and will not be too exposed. Such strapless clothes are actually... very common..."

Lin Yitong couldn't help but her face turned red and twisted her waist.

Hosran stared at her with a deep and burning look, and his tone was still faint: "The photographer is also a man?"

The shopping guide nodded: "Yes."

Hosran nodded to express his understanding, and took her little hand to stroke her face: "Let's change somewhere?"
To be continued...