Chapter 47 Meng Ying, you can be a little more greedy.
Meng Ying was in a trance.
The words Happy New Year, with a sense of ritual after midnight, her pupils trembled slightly, "Happy New Year, Liang."
As his movements became faster and faster, Meng Ying bit her lip almost powerlessly. That sentence of Mr. Liang made the painting groan softly and feebly.
Liang Jincong picked up the woman's collar with his fingertips and pulled it down. He looked at the wound on her collarbone. Over the past three days, the broken skin had become scabbed. She trembled when his fingers touched and rubbed it. He shrank and looked at him with moist eyes, which made Liang Jincong's eyes darken again.
When he hugged her waist and pressed down, Liang Jincong thought that next time he came to see her, he would need to change a car. This car was inconvenient for such things.
The space is narrow, and both of them will be out of breath if they move even slightly.
But also because of the limited space, they were almost close to each other. From such a close distance, he could almost clearly see the woman's delicate cheeks, with a faint layer of transparent small down, like water honey that had just been peeled away. Peach, pink and tender, with a faint fragrance of magnolia, vaguely entwined in her hair. When he lowered his head and kissed her neck, it was particularly sultry.
The fingertips of one hand ran through the long black hair, and the fingertips of the other hand sank into the dew-filled flower stamens. His handsome face showed the rationality after addiction, "Meng Ying, actually, you can be a little greedy. ”
He has enough power and wealth to tolerate her greed.
After hearing this, the woman in his arms just buried her face deeper and deeper into his arms. Liang Jincong couldn't see her face or her expression, but he could only feel her nodding and her hair rubbing against her neck. Brings bouts of itching.
"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Liang likes greedy women."
Liang Jincong just thought that he could tolerate the greedy woman in front of him.
It's just that he didn't reveal half of what he was thinking, nor did he answer Meng Ying's coquettish question.
Meng Ying felt that if she was not a director, she would be suitable to be an actor, because when she raised her eyes and looked at Liang Jincong, her tone was a little coquettish, especially Meng Ying's voice, which was ambiguous and then... With a soft tone, "But I really like that style. It turns out that Mr. Liang didn't want to give it to me. It's a New Year's gift."
Liang Jincong looked at the curve of her lips and listened to her coquettish tone.
He could see at a glance that even if Meng Ying tried to hide it, she couldn't hide the loss in her eyes. The people he dealt with on weekdays were all business partners, and all of them were good people. But for the woman in front of him, he found that even though he could see at a glance that she was pretending to be emotional, he couldn't see through her heart. world.
At about two o'clock in the morning, the snow started to fall heavily.
A low and low voice.
Landed on the roof of the car and brushed past the car window.
Slowly cover it with a light white layer.
The Luyin Lake Villa area was quiet. At this moment, in the dead of night, the last fireworks exploded in the sky. Almost everyone turned off the lights and fell into sleep.
No one will notice the black Maybach parked under the bare plane trees five meters away from the door of the third villa area.
It has been slowly covered with white snow.
In the car, the warm air is suitable.
It's just that the air is slightly airtight. Even if the ventilation system is complete, the lingering breath of ambiguity cannot be dissipated in a short period of time. Meng Ying's little face turned red. After the two of them changed positions, she buried her cheek meekly in his chest, feeling With the strong heartbeat in her ears, Meng Ying also smelled a hint of the illusory smell of green grapes.
Her cheeks were hot, with undissipated heat.
Putting it against his chest, there was a touch of warmth and comfort that made her squeak.
Smelling this smell, the woman's blurred eyes slowly regained a trace of clarity.
This breath, in such a space, filled with each other's ambiguous atmosphere, seems particularly abrupt.
Like the tip of a knife with a cold edge.
Just a few hours ago, this man was watching a stage performance with that Yuying.
The girl who likes to act coquettishly and does so beautifully.
Meng Ying felt a hint of coldness in her heart. She couldn't help but shiver. She sat on the man's lap with her hands on her arms and lowered her head to arrange her clothes, a thin nightgown. , "Mr. Liang, it's very late, I have to go back."
Liang Jincong sat up straight, her expensive shirt was wrinkled, her eyes fell on her bare feet, and her snow-white toes , and further up, there was a butterfly tattoo on the ankle. As time passed, the color of the body's metabolism dimmed a little, "I'll take you back." "No, no need." Meng Ying said quickly.
"Mr. Liang, thank you very much for coming to accompany me tonight, um. Happy New Year." After Meng Ying finished speaking, she opened the car door, almost feeling like she was running away.
The cabin is too warm.
The moment she got out of the car, her whole body shivered.
A layer of white snow on the ground.
The moment her toes stepped on it, her whole body trembled.
A chill came from the soles of my feet, biting to the bone.
The cold wind mixed with snowflakes penetrated her thin nightgown almost quickly.
She couldn't stand firmly and wanted to run back quickly.
But before she could take two steps forward, a coat was wrapped around her body, and then someone picked her up and strode into the villa.
Meng Ying panicked after realizing it, and shouted quickly, "Mr. Liang."
The living room was dark.
At this time, Fu Ma also fell asleep.
Meng Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
Liang Jincong carried her to the third floor. Meng Ying huddled in his arms and was wrapped in a black coat. She slowly stretched out her white fingers and pointed in the direction. Her bedroom was on the third floor. Floor, first room on the left.
Meng Ying's bedroom is a delicate pink, the sheets are light pink, the carpet on the floor is off-white, the sofa is also off-white, there are two layers of window screens, one layer of pink shade cloth, and one layer of light-colored gauze.
She got down from the man's arms.
With almost a blush, she picked up a pair of beige lace underwear randomly thrown here on the sofa. All she could think about was that Liang Jincong came to her bedroom
Ah——
She was not prepared at all.
The sheets were still messy, and one slipper flew out from left and right on the floor.
The sofa was not made up, and a few books she had read were scattered on the table.
Moreover, the man sat directly on the sofa. The off-white leather sofa was sunken and soft. Liang Jincong frowned slightly and pulled out a pair of beige lace panties from under the black suit pants. They were made of very soft and thin fabric. .
Delicate lace edges.
Hanging on the man's slender fingertips.
It matched the bra Meng Ying held in her hand.
Meng Ying's brain, "."
She was sorting out her clothes here at night. In addition to this, there were two nightgowns casually draped on the back of the sofa.
She turned away almost shyly.
What kind of erotic scene is this?
She was almost too embarrassed to look.
Who can tell her that this happened on the first day of the new year?
Liang Jincong lowered his head and looked at the delicate piece of fabric on his fingertips. The lace was delicate and soft, and his voice slowly became hoarse, "Why haven't I seen you wear this before?"
( End of chapter)