Chapter 893 Chemical Law

In the living room, beer bottles were scattered all over the floor. Rong Xiaoshan went out to buy them twice during the period, and now the empty boxes are piled up on the floor-to-ceiling window.

Rong Xiaoshan was drunk, and kept saying that he hadn't had such fun in a long time. He got up and went into the toilet of Cui Xian's house, urinated, and then slipped and fell down on the sink in a daze. The ground fell asleep.

Ge Jingqiu's laughter and cursing in the living room seemed to fill my ears, "You lost! Drink! Donuts? Where are the donuts?"

No one noticed that there was a room whose door was closed at the moment.

...

Anything is fine as long as it is you.

His heart shrank slightly, his eyes froze, and then he lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely, absorbing her sweet fragrance vigorously, the force between his mouth and mouth was astonishing, he even wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed her tightly against his arms middle.

Wei Sheng couldn't help reaching out and clutching the skirt in front of him.

The lavender jewelry box rolled down along the feet at some point.

He just kissed, and stood there looking into her eyes.

Her eyes flickered, and with trembling fingertips, she unbuttoned his shirt one by one until the lean and strong body was slowly revealed. Scars that fade away with age.

She stretched out her hand to caress the scar, it was because she blocked a knife for herself back then.

Just a little bit, and people will never be saved again.

Calculated in this way, there will be almost two separations between yin and yang in this life.

Wei Sheng took a step closer, looked up at his handsome face, stretched out his hand to loosen his belt, and then leaned into his arms, put his hands behind his back, and rested his head on his shoulder lightly. He held his breath without nervousness, "I'm...ready."

"Okay." With a hoarse voice, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

His clothes slipped off, and he showed her all in front of his eyes, his eyes couldn't help being as dark as an abyss. With a slender figure and long black hair cascading from her shoulders on the bed, it was enough to form a strong visual contrast. Under the bright indoor light, she lay there with her eyes tightly closed, as if letting him snatch her.

He stretched out his hand from that shoulder to move down, as if to remember every inch of her, he bent down and kissed the light red lips, then slowly lowered his head and leaned in front of her, she opened her mouth in shame, She turned her face and closed her eyes tightly until she heard him whisper in her ear, "Relax."

Opening her eyes, she turned her head to meet his eyes. Those eyes seemed to suppress flames, making her face red and hot. She obediently relaxed a little bit, opened her mouth slightly and panted vigorously, her misty eyes Looking at him flickeringly, watching him tear away his wrists that were clasped tightly around his shoulders, and lift them above his head.

Watching him lead her to do all the embarrassing things under the bright light.

The toes have been inadvertently curled up vigorously.

...

"Are you ready?" He pressed her forehead against her and looked down at her.

"Yeah." She couldn't help responding, looking at his eyelids that were almost covered by the scattered hair on his forehead.

He kissed her cheek, tentatively exerted some strength with a clean and slender finger, and felt great resistance at the same time. Due to the tearing pain, she clenched her teeth again, raised her head and closed her eyes tightly.

He paused, broke through the resistance again and went a step further, she opened her mouth and suppressed the voice in her throat.

He looked at her distressedly, and whispered in her ear, "Call out."

As if instructed, she pursed her lips, and a trembling voice came out of her throat. Wei Sheng closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't believe that the voice came from him.

It was even more obvious that he suddenly tensed up, his breathing became heavier, and a pair of dark eyes fixed on her.

two and a half years ago.

Inside a two-story English-style villa in San Francisco.

The door opened, and the young man walked out of the door with messy hair, holding a black pistol in his hand. The trigger ring of the pistol was only hung on his index finger, and the gun body was hanging on the side of his trouser line, following his footsteps. Shaking slowly.

The boy's eyes were dull, his face was tense, and the broken hair on his forehead was already glued together due to the splash of scarlet.

Inside the house, Yue Feng followed quickly, and shouted at his back, "Cui Xian! Wait for me!"

The young man didn't wait for him, but walked forward mechanically until Yue Feng walked up to him, dodging the gun in his hand, "Are you going to wander out with this thing? You follow me!"

Cui Xian slowly raised his eyes to look at Yue Feng, then followed behind him with gloomy eyes until he got into Yue Feng's car.

Yue Feng was sitting in the driver's seat, while he was sitting in the co-pilot, leaning against the car window like a withered figure, looking at the rows of trees sliding past outside the window. After careful planning by MSS, he and Yue Feng just helped Zhou Hongxiang avoid the car window. A heavy loss, and at the same time put the blame on Yue Feng's 'opponent'.

In that villa, Zhou Hongxiang ordered Yue Feng to shoot him dead on the spot, but the moment Yue Feng took the gun, Zhou Hongxiang changed his mind and asked someone to hand the gun into his hands.

Three lives, lying in a pool of blood and still not closing their eyes, stared at him closely. One of them even chatted with him a few days ago.

"It's inevitable in our business." Yue Feng, who was driving, said quietly.

Cui Xian withdrew his thoughts, Yue Feng had already parked the car by the side of the road, took out a box of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket, he took out one and put it in his mouth, looked sideways at Cui Xian, and picked up He took out one and handed it to him, "Take one."

He lowered his eyes to see that the cigarette did not move, Yue Feng still struck a match, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and then threw the cigarette and the match on his lap, "Light it with a match, it is fragrant and calms the nerves."

Staring at the cigarette on his lap, the young man slowly put it in his mouth, but the hand that struck the match was trembling inadvertently. After a few strokes, it still failed to ignite.

Yue Feng looked at him and smiled, stretched out his hand to take it, lit it and moved closer to his cigarette butt, "It's comfortable after one puff, child, don't tell your mother when you go back, she will have to turn against me. After smoking this cigarette, pack it up." good mood."

"Who said you want revenge? If you want to be strong, you can't get away with it. Just treat it... for her."

The young man's eyes flickered.

...

Now.

He held her cheek, affection flashed in his eyes, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and said hoarsely, "Wei Sheng...for you."

She opened her eyes and looked at him fixedly.

He slowly raised one of her legs, so that he could move more freely in the future.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.

The object like a soldering iron is already ready to march straight up.

Just when the scarlet-hot soldering iron touched the water, following the chemical reaction, there was a soft sizzling sound, Wen Yan's voice came from the door, "Is there no one in this room?"

"This is the only room left." Shao Bingran's voice.