long-term companionship

Chapter 12

Ling He was serious, but he had a hesitant and hesitant face. He thought he was going to say something, but Ling He said with a sullen face, "Luoluo, do you really like Moran?"

"Huh?" Su Luo was a little taken aback.

Ling He's face became more serious, as if he was organizing words, gradually lost that hesitation, and his eyes began to become serious, "I ask you, do you really like Moran?"

Chapter 14

Su Luo blinked, looked at Ling He with a nervous expression, couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, and shook her head after a while, "How can it be."

Ling He seemed to be finally relieved, "Although Moran is good, he is not suitable for you. Go to sleep."

Su Luo narrowed her eyes with a smile, shrank into Ling He's arms again, and then decided to go to sleep with peace of mind.

Of course he knew that Moran was not suitable for him.

Not to mention anything else, Moran is 27 years old this year, and I heard that he will be 28 soon, but he has only passed his 21st birthday, so the gap is huge.

It's not about age, but because of the experience in the middle of this age gap, it can't be filled in no matter what.

He has self-knowledge, he is not Ling He, he does not have that maturity—in fact, in this respect, he is not even as good as those children who left the society early to work and are only in their teens.

He secretly raised his head and nodded, looking at Ling He's unfamiliar profile, a smile appeared on his lips, and he fell asleep peacefully.

This time, she didn't feel the thunder outside was scary anymore. Su Luo felt that she slept in Ling He's arms much better than usual, and when she woke up, it was almost noon.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the mobile phone by the bed rang.

The phone showed that it was Ling He calling, and Su Luo connected right away, but she didn't expect that the voice over there was from Ling He's Assistant Zhang.

"Assistant Zhang?" Su Luo was stunned for a moment, and then found that the phone number was indeed Ling He's. After a pause, she asked, "Why did you use my brother's phone number to call me?"

"I lost my cell phone." Assistant Zhang turned on the loudspeaker without changing his face, opened a bottle of wine for Ling He, deliberately followed Ling He's instructions, swayed in front of the phone, and continued: "Ling He Please drink less, Su Luo is still waiting for you at home... Oh that's right, Mr. Ling is drunk and wants to drink non-stop right now, do you think you can come and pick him up?"

Su Luo was taken aback for a moment, she had already jumped off the bed and put on her clothes, after tidying up, she walked to the door and suddenly remembered that he couldn't drive.

"Mr. Ling is in the hotel right now. The room code is 32-137. I will leave the key card at the reception on the first floor. You can come when you come." After Assistant Zhang finished speaking, he hung up the phone and handed the phone to the hotel again. On the other hand, Ling He, who was indeed a little drunk, said seriously after a while: "Mr. Ling, I think it is very necessary for you to increase my year-end bonus."

Ling He shook his head up and down, pointed to the bedroom with a wagging hand, "Is everything ready?"

"Yes." Assistant Zhang stood up from the sofa, then poured some wine into Ling He's glass, knocked over the glass again, and then retired.

Here, Su Luo came out of the house in a hurry, with nothing on her body except the house key that she grabbed subconsciously, took a taxi on the way and left quickly, not even remembering that she forgot to give the money.

The driver was probably taken aback by his aggressive posture, so he watched Su Luo rush into the hotel anxiously from the passenger seat, and said after a long while: "Is this a rape or..."

At this moment, the phone rang again, and after Su Luo connected, he asked, "Hello? Assistant Zhang? What the hell is going on with my brother?"

Assistant Zhang watched Su Luo enter the gate from the corner, and then walked out and said: "Since the news of Miss Mo's engagement came out, Mr. Ling has been very unhappy, and he only stayed at the company for a while in the morning before going out to drink. "

Su Luo frowned, hung up the phone and rushed into the hotel.

After taking the room card, Su Luo ran to the elevator on the side. It happened that someone was coming down at this moment, and she jumped up without asking him to wait.

It was very quiet inside the door, and Su Luo's panting sounded even louder, he finally got better after panting for a while, and when he entered the door, Ling and Zheng were nestled in the sofa... pouring wine on themselves?

Su Luo was taken aback for a moment, and rushed up to snatch the wine bottle in two or three steps. Seeing that Ling He's white shirt had been stained purple by the wine, she gritted her teeth and said, "Brother, what are you doing!"

"Give me the wine." Ling He was very conscious, with a serious expression, not like a drunk person at all.

Su Luo dodged for a while and pushed Ling He back on the sofa, then put the wine aside, and took off Ling He's clothes, "Sister Mo Lan is engaged as soon as she is engaged...you are so nice, and you don't have to worry about it." Why hang yourself on a tree when you can't find someone better..."

He felt a little uncomfortable, he just felt that he really shouldn't have said those things to Ling He last night.

Ling He lay on the sofa with his eyes slightly lowered, obediently watching Su Luo take off all his clothes little by little, covering up the stream of light that kept flowing.

Originally, Xia Tian's clothes were thin, but because of Ling He's posture, the scene that was blocked just now naturally appeared in front of Su Luo—has he reacted?

All of a sudden, Su Luo was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. After a while, she blushed and took off his dripping underwear, then took a towel to wipe him carefully, and asked softly: "Brother, what are you doing?" Can you stand up?"

"En." Ling He held Su Luo's hand, borrowed his strength to stand up from the sofa, shook twice and then fell on Su Luo's shoulder as if he hadn't stood still.

Su Luo had just been running for so long, she was covered in sweat and felt cold when the air conditioner blown her body - but Ling He's lips were really hot.

It was so hot that he shrank a bit, and being held in Ling He's arms, Su Luo felt a little flustered for no reason.

He supported Ling He and staggered towards the room, and finally put him on the bed, but he himself was taken down because he couldn't stand firmly, and his whole body was on top of him.

"Brother?" Su Luo stood up a little, her eyes met Ling He's, but she suddenly lost her voice, as if she was sucked in by his pitch-black eyes.

It was at this time that Ling He suddenly turned over and threw Su Luo down, and his position suddenly changed, becoming a state where Su Luo was at the bottom and Ling He was at the top.

No matter how dull Su Luo was, he should be able to realize that something was wrong at this time, let alone his hands were tied to the head of the bed by Ling He's tie all of a sudden.

"Brother, let me go." Su Luo's face was flushed, and her whole body began to run upwards. Ling He probably felt a little uncomfortable, and kept rubbing against him with his bottom. I feel like I'm going to be scalded.

"Luoluo..." Su Luo was still struggling, but Ling He pressed his ear and softly called his own name. Su Luo was taken aback, and subconsciously stopped.

His lips trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look at Ling He, with his eyes closed slightly, sniffing and kissing his neck as if he had no purpose at all, and would even bite or bite lightly from time to time.

Ling He's movements continued non-stop, Su Luo blinked, looked at the clear sky outside, unexpectedly bitten by Ling He's movements, and then reacted and bit her lips again.

At this moment, Ling He's finger stuck into Su Luo's mouth. Su Luo was taken aback for a moment, and saw Ling He withdrew his hand again, and replaced it with his wine-smelling lips.

His eyelashes fluttered twice, and finally he closed his eyes slowly, opened his mouth slightly, and let Ling He enter his mouth.

The hands tied at the head of the bed were untied by Ling He at some point, and Su Luo had no time to care about it anymore. He looked at the roof in a daze, his legs kept rubbing against the bed, and was caught by Ling He's movements again. The belt trembled once and for all-it seemed that something was not right.

"Brother..." Su Luo groaned softly, her legs were lifted up, clamping the opponent's broad back, and she grasped the silky bed sheet helplessly, feeling the waves coming from all over her body. It's almost an excruciating pleasure.

Chapter 15

Su Luo felt that she might have had a particularly absurd dream.

In the dream, Ling He was drunk, and when he came out to pick up someone...but he was pressured by Ling He, and the process of tangling and hesitating didn't last even half an hour, so he accepted it so decadently—and accepted it. It's very refreshing, and it's even more refreshing after refreshing.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Su Luo kept blaming herself in her dream for being too wild-excessive. On the one hand, she felt very comfortable, and on the other hand, she felt that the thoughts she had about Ling He were too much. I'm sorry Ling He.

I had such a dream, and what I dreamed repeatedly was how good Ling He was to him when he was a child, and how good he is now, letting him do everything, and finally it was fixed on Yin Jing.

It's nothing else, but Su Luo feels that he probably learned from Yin Jing what it means to like... what it means to like Ling He.

So Su Luo, who had made up her mind, opened her eyes immediately, feeling in her heart that it was necessary for him to work hard for this goal, even if Ling He disagreed in the end, then, then he could try to see who Ling He really liked. , and then act like a baby and tell Ling He that he doesn't want him to get married.

Su Luo, who consciously played a good plan, suddenly laughed out loud, and then was pulled back to his senses by the pain in his waist, "It's strange... just forget about the dream, why not..."

All the scenes in front of me are familiar and unfamiliar, but I am sitting on the sofa directly opposite the bed