Pack O green tea is always on my mind

On the way home, Song Yinchi tried repeatedly to grab Tong Nan's arm, but was avoided by the other party.

Tong Nan choked, but held back the tears in his eyes, "Song Yinchi, do you think this is interesting?"

"I used to compete with me for the first place and the host spot, and now I'm robbing people with me, isn't it interesting Song Yinchi?" Tong Nan approached Song Yinchi step by step, pushed him onto the electric pole beside the road, and asked road.

There was a sudden pain in the back, but Song Yinchi still looked at Tong Nan's eyes with tenderness, "Didn't you see his true face today?"

"Song Yinchi, you never reflect on yourself, I have always embraced you!"

"I often wonder, are we friends? There are no friends like us. You keep pestering me and don't let me talk to others. I'm really fed up with your crazy possessiveness!"

"Song Yinchi, let's stop being friends." Tong Nan said and ran towards the end of the road.

Song Yinchi was stunned by these accusations, every word was transformed into a thin knife cutting his heart, and the gurgling blood was about to cool down.

So he didn't have time to hold Tong Nan's hand and let the man run away.

Stop being friends.

Song Yinchi leaned on the telephone pole and looked up at the sky covered with night. The bright moon hung alone in the sky, and there were few stars around it.

Tong Nan saw Song Yinchi's crow-colored long eyelashes drooping, he was only eating and didn't speak, curled his lips like he was bored, and checked Weibo for a while.

Seeing Liu Yiyi posting a new selfie, her face that had been soaked in hot spring water was as if it had been treated with a hydrotherapy needle, and it was shining with a crystal clear luster.

Tong Nan commented on an expression: [smiling]

After three seconds, a small red dot is displayed on the message bar.

Liu Yiyi sent a WeChat message: [I am helping you to promote the relationship with Song Yinchi! ]

[Nan Zai, tell you a few heartfelt words, and the high school affairs of the two of you will be over, the Song family is like this, stop playing childish temper.And I will have a boyfriend in the future, how about you, it is impossible to be alone all the time, right?It's much more comfortable to have a friend. ]

[Song Yinchi is not a bad person...]

Tong Nan didn't read what Liu Yiyi sent later.Song Yinchi is indeed good, but what happened back then is a hurdle in his heart, how can he let go so easily?

She gave Song Yinchi all the trust she could.And that's how Song Yinchi repaid her?

The food in his mouth also became tasteless, Tong Nan put down his chopsticks, and glanced at Song Yinchi lightly: "I won't eat."

He only ate half of it, Song Yinchi sighed silently in his heart, he didn't know where he had provoked this young lady again.

The nurse came over to take the needle, and the back of Tong Nan's hand was white and blue. Song Yinchi's hand on his leg moved slightly, but he still didn't stretch it out.

back home.

Song Yinchi filled Tong Nan's bathtub with water, and added a few drops of lemon-flavored sesame oil.

Tong Nan leaned against the door, and seeing that the man was still stuck in the door, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Would you like to help me take a bath or something?"

"No." Song Yinchi clenched his hands tightly and passed Tong Nan, but someone pinched his wrist again.

Tong Nan pressed against her earlobe and said softly, "Come and apply the medicine on my lower back later..."

Visible to the naked eye, Song Yinchi's skin started to turn red from the side of his neck, and his ears were even more red, but his face was still clear and cold, calm and calm.

Tong Nan found it very interesting, but she wanted to see how long this man could pretend.She slowly stroked Song Yinchi's elbow, which was only wearing a thin tights, and said in a breathy voice: "Wipe it with your hands, do you hear me?"

Song Yinchi nodded slightly with his impeccable cold face.

Tong Nan hummed, let go of the man's hand and began to undress.Song Yinchi hurriedly turned his back, screwed the door and went out, and heard the sound of gurgling water in the bathroom, it was probably Tong Nan who took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub...

Imagine the picture... the whole heart is beating "thumping", and the face is as if it has been roasted by fire, which is astonishingly hot.

Tong Nan dried her hair and lay down on the bed to read a magazine.

Turning through three pages, he found that Song Yinchi hadn't come a quarter past nine o'clock. Tong Nan tapped on the screen, feeling increasingly impatient, so he made a WeChat call.

Song Yinchi answered the video call, and what he saw was Tong Nan's slightly open neckline, fair neck, deep gully, and the indescribably soft and slightly hot lower abdomen.

She folded her legs and hurriedly put the phone upside down on the table.

Living with Tong Nan is really stepping on the edge of excitement all the time.

Tong Nan saw that the screen went black, printed his own face, and frowned slightly, what the hell is Song Yinchi doing?

A slightly hoarse voice came from over there, and Song Yinchi suddenly switched the video to voice: "What's the matter?"

"Forgot? Come here and help me apply the medicine." Tong Nan swayed his calf, turned over, and threw the magazine away.

"Okay." The answer was slightly hoarse.

When it passed into the ears, the electricity made the cerebral cortex go numb.Tong Nan rubbed his cheeks to cover up the sudden throbbing in his heart.

The temptation unknowingly exuded by the innocent little Lily of the Valley is the deadliest.

Song Yinchi was chatting with Jiang He, so he took his mobile phone over.

Putting the phone on Tong Nan's cabinet, Song Yinchi walked over and stood beside Tong Nan's bed, looking down at the man: "Ointment."

"Here," Tong Nan handed over the ointment, then suddenly withdrew his hand, "Have you washed your hands?"

Song Yinchi was wearing a nightgown, probably without underwear, and it was slightly bulging. Tong Nan glanced away, his fingers curled his hair, and his eyes slowly settled on her face from the straight collarbone of this person. .

Song Yinchi shook his head, "No, I'll go now."

Tong Nan watched her Pingting's back turn into the bathroom, and a little thought came to her mind inappropriately, but was suddenly wiped out by the mobile phone on the cabinet.

Pick it up, and note the WeChat message sent by the "teacher".

[Xiao Song, I helped you pay attention to Qin, the charity party will be held in two days...]

Charity Gala?Tong Nan frowned and thought, there seems to be one, most of which are organized by rich people to gain fame or to dilute their inner guilt, but there are also some who do charity sincerely.

As the top luxury, Dinor was invited to be on the list, and took out the collection as the auction item.However, the two mothers and sisters don't like to attend such social occasions, so she has always been the representative of the Tong family.

Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom gradually subside, Tong Nan hurriedly put down his phone and lay back on the bed.

Song Yinchi came out of the bathroom and took out a piece of paper to dry her hands. The phone seemed to be shifted, but she didn't think much about it.

Turning around, she saw that Tong Nan had already taken off her nightgown to her waist. There was a deep ridge in the middle of her white jade-like back, her shoulders and neck had a charming curvature, and her buttocks were in good shape, which was alluring under the warm yellow light.

Song Yinchi was slightly stunned, and asked calmly, "Isn't it cold?"

But found that the voice was unconsciously stained with a bit of hoarseness with charm and lust.

Tong Nan didn't answer, just lay there quietly.Song Yinchi squeezed out the ointment, spread it on his fingertips, and rubbed the light green milky substance.

Song Yinchi's hands had well-defined joints, long fingers, and rounded nails. They were well cared for on weekdays, and they couldn't do it even if they were bumped, let alone doing such "rough" work.

So Tong Nan was served, and a strange sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in his heart.

With the cool ointment on the skin on his back, Tong Nan hissed and asked, "Speaking of which, when you came to my house, you only saw a pot of orchids in your arms. Where's the violin you carried with you?"

Song Yinchi's violin is a famous violin made by an Italian master in 1764. Tong Nan has heard of it a little. It is said that its market value is as high as 2000 million.

"It's mortgaged." Song Yinchi replied in a low voice, and Tong Nan's final voice was soft and charming, making her heart itch.

His fingertips ran across the concave spine, Song Yinchi's eyes darkened, he stroked without a trace, and touched Tong Nan's plump flesh.

Obviously it was just a feather-like touch, but Tong Nan felt his head was a little empty, as if he was longing for something.

More touches?Or is it more in-depth?

It was a very strange feeling, so unfamiliar that Tong Nan quickly sat up and closed his half-open nightgown.

"When I was 16 and won a competition in New York, my mother gave me a violin. It means a lot to me."

Song Yinchi said a few more words, as if in order to alleviate the somewhat deteriorating atmosphere, he glanced at the red core of the snow mountain hidden by the other party, and regretfully retracted his gaze.

Tong Nan handed a wet towel to Song Yinchi, and saw that the man wiped his hands slowly, meticulously brushing the pads of his fingers and the crevices of his knuckles... Every stroke was full of pampered and reserved, but inevitably tainted a little Color|sensitivity.

Tong Nan licked his lips uncontrollably, and said to Song Yinchi, "Accompany me to a charity auction the day after tomorrow, as a female companion."