out of sync love

Su Mian hid in the room for the whole afternoon, Mr. Tang took a shower after finishing his work, and then slowly went upstairs.

The door of the master bedroom was closed tightly, and Mr. Tang unbuttoned the bathrobe that was casually gathered, so that his chest muscles were just and casually exposed, and then reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

After pressing it, but it didn't open, Su Mian locked the door.

Knowing that the owner of the house will not knock and has the key, he is in his territory, deceiving his ears and locking himself in a place where he cannot escape.

Mr. Tang was stunned for a moment, raised his hand subconsciously, and paused before knocking on the door. Inside the room, Su Mian was curled up in the corner with her arms folded. The sound of the door lock was like the wind blowing on the grassland. .

Mr. Tang stood facing the door for a long time, then turned and went to the study.

In the study room, Mr. Tang stared at the screen with a serious face. Just looking at his expression, he looked like he was dealing with a million-dollar business, but in the search bar, it read: "How to coax a jealous boyfriend". When pressing Enter, Mr. Tang was still serious I wonder if it should be more appropriate to write about the daughter-in-law.

Unexpectedly, there are many and varied similar posts, and there are even, "I'm a man, my boyfriend is jealous..."

A well-developed network is also very good, Mr. Tang thought while reading the post, but the tricks suggested by netizens seem to be unreliable, and there are strings of "I have a good job", "Sleep to relieve my worries", "Say nothing It's right to say more", "Jealous for one minute, two hours in bed"...

Is it so rude... Tang Hechuan, a boss who has been in the underworld for many years, looks more and more depressed. He closes the webpage and takes out his pocket, forgetting that he is still wearing a bathrobe.

Mr. Tang was silent for a few seconds, tapped the table with his fingers, and then opened the drawer under the desk.

The file bag brought back from Ji Ye lay there, and the small memory card seemed to be magnetically inserted into the card slot of the computer by accident.

There are a dozen or so video files neatly arranged in the folder, all with explicit and clear names. Mr. Tang couldn't help but feel guilty. He touched the remote control to close the curtains, and the study room instantly became dark. The warm yellow wall lamp and the computer screen were faintly illuminated , the air swirls with an ambiguous texture.

Jiye's films are so sophisticated that they are in line with Tang Helian's perverted aesthetics and pickiness. The lights are dim, and they are open to the public. In the mouth, it becomes thin and intermittent, but it is more pitiful, seductive, and out of control.

Mr. Tang frowned tightly in the entanglement, wanted to turn it off, wanted to destroy it, but pressed his fingers on the keyboard, but his veins were still bulging and he couldn't move.

Then there was a sudden knock on the door, two knocks, very lightly.

After the video was paused, Su Mian opened the door and walked in.

The scene was a bit subtle and complicated. The LCD screen happened to stop at the close-up magnified face. The thin red face was wet, and it seemed to overlap with the person standing a few steps away, but it was so different.

Su Mian also just took a shower, her hair is still damp, her porcelain white skin is showing a watery red, her bathrobe is tightly wrapped, but in the eyes of men, she can't help but see it as naked in the video.

The air became sticky and scorched.

"Sir, I..." Su Mian whispered with her head down. He was barefoot, and his skin was cold and pale against the dark wooden floor.

Mr. Tang wanted to make him cry on the spot.

"Come, come here."

Her voice was too hoarse and dangerous, Su Mian couldn't help but look up, and saw the almost ferocious desire in the man's eyes.

His legs and feet trembled, he bit his lip and walked over. As soon as he got close to the table, he was pulled into Burning Man's arms like a sheep into the mouth of a tiger.

Grabbed hard, the hard and hot teeth pressed against the thigh, and there was no scum left that should be eaten in the next second.

Mr. Tang held the man tightly with one hand, turned his head and bit Bai Xi's neck, viciously and eagerly, like a young boy who didn't know the severity.Su Mian trembled from the pain, raised her head and snorted softly, the man at the neck seemed to have calmed down a little, and changed from biting to kissing, with tender lips and tongue, and delicately kissed on the teeth marks.

"What are you here for? Huh?" Mr. Tang asked leisurely around his neck, and brought his hand down to cover the heavy murder weapon.

"Hmm—" Su Mian shivered involuntarily, and could feel a scorching throbbing through a thin layer of fabric, moist and sensational, extremely dangerous.

His legs are so weak that he can hardly stand, he only relies on the iron-like arms around his waist, what are he doing for it, Su Mian thought in confusion, there is a vacuum under the bathrobe, a little more, Tang Hechuan's hand will go further Just a little bit of it, and you can feel his wanton and obvious intentions.

Su Mian bit her lip and looked up, unexpectedly, she saw the paintings on the glass bookcase.

A painting framed in an exquisite frame, his painting.

A simple piece of sketch paper, a portrait of a handsome man, every stroke is carefully hidden, trying to hide the overflowing love when sketching.

"To Tang Hechuan, Su Mian"

At that time, he was still a clean Su Mian.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Rumeng woke up, stabbed to the bone, and before the bathrobe fell, Su Mian broke free from the man's embrace.

Mr. Tang was really taken aback.

Ready to go and forced to calm down, the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

The same robes of two people are piled up, and neither of them is decent.

Su Mian glanced at the computer screen in a panic, her face became even paler, she stumbled and took a few steps back, and bent deeply.

"Please, let me go back..."

He clutched the skirt of his clothes tightly, for fear of revealing the unsteady flesh inside, he should be more willing to ask for help, Su Mian thought.

But Mr. Tang said that he didn't like him kneeling.

The atmosphere turned cold almost instantly, and Su Mian heard the voice of a man suppressing his anger from above his head.

"Say it again."

"Please, I will pay it back, I will find a way to pay back the money..."

Tang Hechuan's low pressure was terrifying, but Su Mian gradually calmed down, her tone was soft but firm, and she even stood up straight and raised her head.

"I'll pay it back, please."

She didn't have a crying voice, but tears flowed all over her face, Su Mian cried silently, unable to catch the complex expression of the man across from her hazy vision.

The crying was the same as in the video, and Mr. Tang understood it almost immediately.

"Su Mian, what do you think of yourself?"