Chapter 29 Total Time
Room 306.
The lights have been on since half past ten in the evening.
On the ground, a light green gauze skirt was intertwined with a man's black shirt, lying quietly on the dark gray carpet.
When Meng Ying thought that the 'battlefield' in the restaurant was over, when she returned to the suite, a new 'battlefield' had just begun.
I don’t know what material the carpet is made of.
Direct skin contact will cause a strange itching sensation.
Meng Ying knelt on the carpet, the soft yet hard layer of hair brushing against her calves.
She raised her head slightly and gasped.
There are traces of slight cracks at the corners of the lips that have been swollen for a long time.
Meng Ying coughed violently several times.
Then they kissed again, another hot and close kiss. Meng Ying felt that maybe it was because he was a quarter of German descent, and because he went to university in England, he had been exposed to too many cultures since he was a child. Open Western culture.
I am always fierce when I kiss.
It was as violent as a violent storm.
And she is like a little white flower swaying in the storm. Wherever the wind blows, she is forced to fall. Her palms are close to the man's chest. Her palms are hot, shy and resisting. When I wanted to get closer, Liang Jincong's body was very warm and cool, with a faint scent of cedar.
It seemed like hypnosis, but at this moment, Meng Ying couldn't sleep even if she wanted to.
She didn’t understand why she was so hot.
The heat from the inside out almost set her on fire.
Liang Jincong also discovered that the woman he was holding tightly in his arms was like a stove, and she could not stand firmly when touched. She was very delicate and soft, made of water, and could only be half-hug and half-support.
"Secretary Meng, do you have a fever?" As he said that, he lowered his head and pressed his cheek tightly against the woman's forehead. With the scorching temperature, the woman in his arms shook her head, "No, I don't." Fever”
Meng Ying seemed a little embarrassed to speak, and hummed twice.
Put your cheek against his collarbone, feeling the warmth of the man's skin.
"But Secretary Meng." Liang Jincong's jawline tightened, he closed his eyes, his throat was dry and hoarse, "You are really, too hot."
Hot from the inside.
Meng Ying was shy, "I don't know what's going on with me. When I'm very excited, I'll sweat and feel hot all over my body, but I'll be fine after just resting for a while."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"
Meng Ying doesn't know how to answer this question. It's her first time to experience it. Apart from feeling a little uncomfortable at the beginning, she can't say 'great' now. I was too thin-skinned, so I could only stammer, "It's okay."
"It's just, okay?"
Meng Ying felt that it was very The sensitive spot was patted with a hint of punishment. She took a breath, her face was pink all over her arms, and she said tremblingly, "It's just fine."
"But your expression tells me that I don't seem to be that good? It's my problem, no." Let you be satisfied.”
"No, no, no, no, no." Meng Ying was put on the sofa by him, a little panicked. She wanted to grab his sleeves, but his shirt had long been thrown to the ground.
The woman's crystal fingertips left a scratch on the skin of the man's arm, but Liang Jincong didn't notice it. He lowered his head and knelt on the carpet, held her face in his hands and kissed her devoutly, without giving her a kiss. No room for her interpretation.
Meng Ying felt something called going up to the clouds and then being thrown down from the clouds.
She is a blank slate in this regard.
She couldn't control her body's reaction.
Several times I saw a look of slight astonishment on the man's handsome face.
Meng Ying covered her face with a pillow in shame.
I could hardly hold myself back and let out a ‘woo’.
Meng Ying didn't even know how to face this man if she met him later.
Maybe, maybe I won’t see you again.
That's why tonight is so crazy.
On this cruise, she clearly saw the word ‘class’.
On this cruise ship, all the people invited are people who cannot be described in words.
But there is still class.
There is also class among big people.
For example, this is the third floor, the sixth suite on the third floor.
Louis, the owner of this cruise ship, is on the fourth floor, and the owner has a complete area to himself. Elvis and Jinying live on the second floor in 2011.
There is only one room of 30 square meters.
Kang Yushan and Ou Jingyuan live on the underground floor. On that floor, they are almost the same as the waiters, chefs, etc. on the cruise ship.
The people who live in the suites on the third floor, except this one, are the royal family of King Y and his lover, Carl, Dick, the absolute controller of the oil field in the East District, Egbert, the top founder of the global chip field, and two very low-key couples. Louis has great respect for those two couples.
Liang Jincong also visited those two people.
After we get off this cruise ship tomorrow, maybe we won’t see each other again.
Thinking like this, Meng Ying wrapped her arms around his waist and responded to the kiss shyly.
The cruise ship's maids are available 24 hours a day.
This is the fifth bed sheet update for Suite 306.
They are well-trained, keep their heads down, and will not intrude on any customer's privacy. They will leave after changing quickly.
Every time, the woman hid in his arms and did not dare to look up.
Four ten in the morning.
She closed her eyes weakly, feeling sleepy and tired. Liang Jincong asked the servant to come in and change the sheets for the sixth time. He raised his hand and touched her face again, with a low and hoarse voice. A trace of worry, "Secretary Meng, do you really not have a fever?"
"No."
"Do you need to rehydrate? Otherwise, how about I ask the doctor to come over and give you an infusion? Your body will lose too much water and you will feel uncomfortable."
Man Her voice was so gentle and mellow, like a clear mountain spring slowly flowing through her ears.
No frivolity, no teasing, no irony.
Ask with concern.
Very gentleman.
The palm of his hand was warm and cool, and he seemed to know that she liked this kind of temperature, so he kept it close to her cheek.
"No, no, no." Meng Ying opened her eyes and covered the man's lips, her eyes red with shyness, "Stop talking..."
Her hands folded, Cover his lips.
The temperature of the man's lips was a little higher than that of his body, but compared to Meng Ying, it was still cool. She suddenly retracted her hand, her palms felt itchy.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Liang..."
The fangirliness on her body has not yet receded.
The long black hair was wet with sweat and stuck uncomfortably to her neck and cheeks.
Liang Jincong's hands went through the woman's black hair, he lowered his head to hug her colleague, and kissed the small red mole on the back of her neck that was covered by the black hair. His voice was tight, hoarse and beautiful, "Secretary Meng, I'm very satisfied tonight."
Meng Ying's eyelashes trembled.
Go back to a few hours ago.
Liang Jincong was in the dining area, raised her chin and said to her, "You want to invite me to dinner, okay, first...satisfy me."
That sound from Secretary Meng, from her heart, Scraping over, leaving trembling ripples.
Meng Ying fell asleep.
Liang Jincong came to the window to smoke.
The man's cheeks were slightly sunken, and there was only the last cigarette left in the white box.
Outside the window, the bright moon hangs high, bright and clear.
He suddenly remembered an ancient poem.
As for Chinese language and literature, his family has hired specialized teachers to teach him since he was a child, but he did not have much contact with them in his life.
I went to England when I was in college.
It was almost when he was 24 years old that he returned to China and took over the Sino-Nuo Group.
But at this moment, Liang Jincong looked at the woman lying on the bed. The bright moonlight fell lightly on the bedroom and also on the bed.
Thick smoke curls up.
It covered his handsome face and his expression.
Can’t see clearly, can’t feel it clearly.
‘The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this moment together. ’
(End of this chapter)