Chapter 483 Thanksgiving

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Because she was distracted, she didn't hear the footsteps from far to near.

This may also be related to Tang Fang's deliberate restraint. After all, it is not a glorious thing. If he wakes everyone up, even if he has a thick face like him, he will feel embarrassed if he thinks about it.

The two met in the small hall, and were pulled into his room by Tang Fang.

When the slight sound of closing the door sounded, and seeing Freya pounced on the bed like a fish returning to the sea, the heat in the girl's heart gradually cooled down.

After all, she is a gentle and virtuous girl, her temper is like the water in the stream by the forest, sweet and soft.

If it was her, I am afraid that she would also be unable to withstand Freya's unintentional temptation, so she crossed the line and ignited a fire.

Tang Fang is a man in his youth, he is Freya's opium, and Freya is not his opium.

As a young talent with a net worth of 800 billion, a smart person who can play around with big men like Adam Oliver and Marlowe Smith should be surrounded by stars like the bright moon in the sky .

He is the backbone of everyone on the "Morning Star", with many responsibilities on his shoulders, as heavy as a hundred thousand mountains.

He has hands and feet, and only one heart. He is no different from ordinary people. The heavier the burden on his shoulders, the greater the pressure. He always finds a place to vent the accumulated pressure in his heart. Otherwise, one day you will be swallowed by those negative emotions.

Are you being too harsh on him? Hadn't he already made up his mind back in Croatan, as long as they could save people like Marion and Aunt Virginia. Follow him in this life, no matter what your status is. Regardless of status...

He shouldered the responsibility for everyone and held up a piece of sky, how much did people like himself sacrifice for him?

What Captain Tang did may be inappropriate, but the word "mistake" cannot be used to describe it. No one is perfect, and no one can take care of the feelings of everyone around him? Moreover, Freya was originally saved by him, without him. The little girl can only live in the world of killing, be a bloodthirsty and beautiful lunatic, or... be put into a glass vessel by someone, and become a special display in the laboratory for scientists like Faraday to use.

Thinking of these,

The resentment and anger in my heart are like the ebbing sea water, fading away quickly.

She understood Tang Fang's difficulties and no longer blamed him, but she couldn't eliminate the loss in her heart, and it was even more difficult to force her smile. Replace frustration with a smile.

Psychology is like life, it has always been mixed tastes and mixed feelings.

"Freya. Tell her yourself, what did I do with you during the nights of 'Arcassie'?"

Tang Fang pinched Freya's back like a chicken that fell into the water and lifted her up from the bed.

The little girl had no self-knowledge, smiled and said: "Sleep..."

"Is there anything else?"

She thought and thought, and thought and thought, shaking her head.

Tang Fang looked at Claire and said seriously, "You don't believe me, you should believe her, right?"

Freya never lied, and all the crew members of the "Morning Star" knew this.

Claire looked at Freya, then at Tang Fang. Suddenly he felt stupid, Tang Fang was thick-skinned. But he's still a decent guy.

The so-called "concern leads to chaos", she was too impatient just now. I didn't ask Freya carefully, whoever said that going to bed will definitely have that kind of intimacy.

Seeing her warm expression, Captain Tang thought it would be better to be a real person: "Of course...actually...cough...I just ate a little...you know...just like we usually do... ..."

"Real" is not "real".

This kid has never been a fuel-efficient lamp, because he knows that now is a good opportunity to retreat. When the ice in Claire's heart melts quickly, he will raise the bottom line to a higher level, and then eat Freya tofu She just laughed and cursed a few words at most, and... 2 years later, the little girl opened up... With the solid foundation laid earlier, it is easy to accept, isn't it?

This is shameless, even more unscrupulous, and definitely not the behavior of a gentleman.

But... Captain Tang is not a gentleman in the first place, he just used it occasionally to indulge his appetite. The shopping mall is like a battlefield, and so is the love scene.

There is Freya on the bed, Claire in front of the door, and Zhou Ai on the boat.

To be honest, he didn't want to let any of these three girls go. To realize his wish, he had to put in more energy and more ingenious thoughts.

"I'm being forced to do nothing!" he thought.

"You bastard..." Claire sighed, with a wry smile on her face.

She suddenly had the illusion that the Captain was not a tree, but a rainforest that could not be seen. Once her bird fell to the branch, it could not fly out again.

Freya's resistance won a staged victory. She escaped from the claw, shrank to the other side near the edge of the bed, and shouted loudly: "I won't sleep with Tang Yun, I will sleep with you."

The voice was loud, and the lily flower on the balcony lowered its delicate head, not only because the night wind was getting stronger, but also because of shame.

"Sister Claire, please speak up for me, otherwise Tang Fang will suck me dry again."

Tang Fang's face was a little dark. Although it was night, the reporters around the hotel did not disperse. Large and small interview vehicles were still parked on the road outside the courtyard. All kinds of photography and recording equipment were aimed at the villa. Some bottomless guys even Unleash a small drone.

She yelled out with such a voice that maybe tomorrow she would not only be on the headlines of current affairs publications, but she might also appear as a guest star in the entertainment version, leaving a few anecdotes with a strong scent in the alleys.

It's very literary, but it doesn't please him.

He retreated to the door, with an unnatural smile on his face, looked helplessly at Claire, and said, "I'd better go downstairs to make a shop on the floor, and discuss life with Bai Yue by the way, looking forward to the future."

Claire stared into his eyes for a moment. A few plum blossoms bloomed on her flowery face, she sat down next to the edge of the bed, and said to the little girl: "Do you really want to sleep with him?"

Freya nodded vigorously. He said crisply, "Of course."

The answer was very simple, like fried bamboo shoots.

Claire said: "Then why are you still in a daze? Don't change into pajamas? Are you going to wear a linen bag overnight?"

The little girl looked down at the clothes on her body. Said: "This is not called a linen bag, this is called 'erma'."

But she still got off the bed and ran all the way out the door without wearing slippers, her steps were as light as a beautiful butterfly dancing ballet.

Tang Fang looked at her, from far to near, from the door to the bed.

The girl showed a slight smile, looking a little forced. Then she got up and walked out, she didn't need to say anything, she knew that Tang Fang must know what she meant.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her and pulled her hard.

The wind blows the willows.

When she regained her senses, a voice sounded close to her face: "Since you have entered my room, do you still want to leave tonight?"

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Claire didn't know why things had changed so dramatically. Anyway, when she came to her senses, she and Freya were already sleeping next to Captain Tang.

The girl not only didn't care, but also looked excited. Like a kid getting a lollipop.

Doesn't she know that lollipops are food for one person...

The girl silently recited "Madonna," and apologized for the unhealthy metaphor just now.

Then she looked at the guy with an ugly face between the two of them.

She knew that it wasn't really "ugly". It should be "uncomfortable to suffocate", because anyone who is happy in his heart but pretends to be an old monk in meditation will not feel better.

She knew better that cuddling left and right is the wish of almost every normal man, and now...he has finally come true.

In fact, it is not necessary for three people to share the bed like this, but Captain Tang said that Freya would unconsciously release weak electric energy when she was asleep, and because of her physique, she would be hurt if she got too close, so the matter became the current situation. appearance.

Why does he end up taking advantage of every accident? The hostile forces outside are like this. Even myself and Freya couldn't escape.

Claire thought this was fate.

There was an invisible rope between her and Captain Tang, and she was tied at one end. Tie him at one end... like the dishonest hand stuck in the singlet.

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The light of the matrix light tube on the ceiling gradually went out, and Tang Fang opened his eyes wide. Watching the darkness slowly fill the room.

Freya was resting on his right arm, her head was grinding back and forth like a monkey that couldn't sit still. The small mouth smacked loudly, dreaming of some delicious food, and occasionally there was a little wet dripping, it should be her saliva.

Claire hugged his left arm, buried her head in the gap between his shoulder and the pillow, looking shy.

Cheerful night elves swarmed into the room, flipped Freya's long hair, and spread a cool green blanket on his chest.

Suddenly, a shadow rose into the sky, and then fell down quickly.

Tang Fang's body trembled, and he gasped.

It was Freya's crooked foot, hitting something fragile between his thighs.

Very painful, very sour.

He felt a little regretful, and wondered if he had done something wrong. Some things seemed beautiful, but once he was on the scene, he would find that it was not the same thing, such as marriage.

In such an environment, let alone doing something in season, even if it's just a simple sleep, the difficulty is no less than that of learning scriptures from the Western Paradise.

He tried to push Freya's foot away, lest the little hooves do something that everyone would hate.

How could he have thought that a hand that did not belong to him stretched out and gently removed the foot that was carried between his legs.

Claire's face could not be seen in the darkness, but her trembling hands could be felt.

"It turns out...she couldn't sleep either."

Tang Fang felt that this was nonsense.

"Tang Fang!" At this moment, a voice suddenly exploded, Freya sat up hysterically and said, "Aren't you going to play a bedtime game today?"

He felt the soft body holding the arm on his left side suddenly froze.

"The experiment of attaching high-energy electron beams to your hair has been completed, otherwise you think why your hair has changed color, go to sleep."

Freya didn't speak, she threw her head back on the pillow, wrapped her arms around his waist and continued to sleep.

A warm breath came from her shoulder, and Claire's body became soft again.

Tang Fang grabbed the hand she was pressing on her side and crossed his fingers. Hold gently.

The flowers are fragrant and the moon is quiet.

There was a pot of small yellow flowers on the balcony, which Claire picked and placed in the yard downstairs. There is a reassuring smell.

------ Lily lily has a nice alias, called Wangyoucao.

I don't know how long it has been. Freya had already slid under the pillow, her head got into Tang Fang's creaking nest, her feet were bent, and she curled up into an unstandard handstand z.

Captain Tang's condition at this time is not good, and he has been in a light sleep state. It may be because he is too excited, or his posture is not very comfortable.

A cat meowed outside the window, and a shadow fell from the eaves onto the balcony. Then it went down in succession, plunging into the flowers and making a soft rustling sound.

Claire on the left side moved slightly, and the gap between the shoulder blade and the pillow felt moist.

Tang Fang woke up from the trance, tried to move his sore right arm, and suddenly heard a slight sobbing sound from beside him.

He became sober all of a sudden, and based on the wetness of his shoulder blades and the source of the voice, a thought suddenly came to his mind---Is Claire crying?

Faint moonlight penetrated into the room, and the crystal light tubes on the ceiling could be vaguely seen.

Tang Fang closed his eyes and opened them again, gradually getting used to the darkness, and he could roughly see all kinds of things in the room. So he gently turned his body sideways and looked at the person next to him.

The two delicate eyebrows are sometimes arched and sometimes stretched. Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes and wet the snow-white pillow.

She curled up, tighter than Freya...

With his arms folded in front of his chest, he trembled a few times from time to time, like a frightened kitten.

Tang Fang tried to pat her shoulder lightly, but found that there was no response, thinking that she must have dreamed something, so she burst into tears unconsciously.

He thought of Claire's background and the tragedy of Sosya. Think of the quiet and serene girl who once leaned on the rocks by the lake in Croatan.

He couldn't help stretching out his right arm and hugged her into his arms.

childhood. It will always be the happiest moment in memory, with the reminders of parents. There are the smiles of grandparents, the fairy tales covering the walls in the room, and the delicacies engraved in the mind on the dining table.

But when all these turned into shocking blood and surging flames, what does it mean to a child?

For the sake of power, status, and being able to rule the world, how many fresh lives turned into corpses that lost their temperature in the ruins of Sosya.

Tang Fang did not experience the Sosya purge, but he witnessed the Wendenbat tragedy with his own eyes.

Growing up in such a shadow of childhood and living in such a sad memory, she is not lost, let alone crazy, she is like a delicate flower, open tenaciously and ostentatiously.

She is kind, kind to a little weak.

She is very virtuous and never complains about anything.

He suddenly understood why Zhou Ai would rather be wronged than hurt her.

He put her head under his jaw, and tightly hugged the slowly softening body.

The girl had stopped sobbing, and rubbed against his chest like a baby bird avoiding the wind and snow.

Freya groped a few times on the sheets that were still warm, and finally found where he was, turned over lightly, and snuggled up to her back.

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In the early morning of the next day, the sun rose and the moon set, the tranquility by the window was dispelled by the sunlight piercing through the gaps of the tall buildings, and the inner walls of the room were painted golden, like crispy toast.

The huge city in the sky was awakened by the sunlight. Whether they were awake, still awake, or even sleepless, the citizens stepped out of their residences one after another, and started a new day of life after a fragrant breakfast.

The chefs of the "Venice" restaurant are very busy, because the originally cold restaurant has become extremely lively. In addition to the hotel guests, some journalists and business personnel from mining companies also joined the dining army. It was like a surprise attack that caught the hotel kitchen by surprise. .

The backyard is still quiet, especially the Chinese-style villa area where Tang Fang and others are located.

The wind blows the willows and shakes the willows, the fragrance hits people, and the veils are flying on the window frame facing the sun, like the clear waves surging on the sea.

Tang Fang felt that there was a heavy weight on his chest, and there was a little soft, smooth, warm thing roaming from top to bottom.

The high-energy electrons dissociated under the skin are like night elves who heard the singing of the moon god, leaping out of the invisible jungle, holding hands and dancing beautiful dances.

One word "cool", two words "very cool", three words "very cool".

Under such stimulation, he slowly came back to his senses, and then realized that Freya was playing tricks on him again!

The three of them shared the same bed last night, and this little girl slept the most peacefully, she didn't even wake up at night, so it was reasonable to wake up early.

Then he realized another problem, what is that bit of warmth...

what else? Except for Freya's tongue!

Hmm... and... who the hell took off Lao Tzu's shirt? Claire would definitely not do this, obviously only one person would be so shameless.

Or Freya!

When he was trying to wake up his brain slowly, the warmth stopped in his lower abdomen, and the skin around his navel was wetted by his saliva.

Tang Fang suddenly thought of Claire, in case she sees this picture... Well, I will call Qiang.j.

...Wouldn't this be a little shameless?

Fortunately, there is nothing to worry about. His sleep quality was not good, and Claire was not very at ease. She didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night when she was hugged by him gently. At this time, her breath was long and she was sleeping soundly. Naturally, she had no way of knowing. Her beloved Captain Tang is being fucked by another woman.

Freya's small mouth finally stopped under the navel, the tip of her tongue left the skin, and those jumping electric sparks slowly faded away and disappeared under the skin.

Tang Fang was a little lost, and then noticed one thing, it was early morning, he was a man...

He felt that if he continued to pretend, something serious would happen, so he opened his eyes vigorously and looked towards the end of the bed.

Freya is like a curious little girl seeing pine mushrooms for the first time, looking at him...looking at him...keeping looking at him...close...close...closer...

Tang Fang said, "Freya, what are you doing?"

She said innocently, "Say hello to him."

She still can't forget the incident that happened at the seaside of "Cui Fanke". The captain told her that a person must have a grateful heart. (It’s a great event to drop pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you! Follow up~click/official account (add friends on WeChat-add official account-enter qdread), and participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now follow qdread immediately WeChat public account!) (to be continued)

ps: Dear friends, don’t rush to make it happen. Didn’t you say that the story of Babylon is coming to an end, and there are only seven or eight chapters left. Do you know how tiring it is to connect some things together and get a satisfactory result? I haven't slept well for a few days.

I found that whether it is counting stars or sheep, or watching the nose, nose and heart, it is worthless. If you can't sleep, you can't sleep.

Moreover, I think my daily writing is not bad, um, I think...don't shoot me~