Lan Chin was about to be submerged.
Intellectual, emotional, and physical desires exploded to pieces when he realized where he had been buried.
The edges and corners of the shards were grinding against him, leaving him uncontrollable and conscious.
It's so soft.
Moist and warm, a little close to the elastic slightly concave, to the fullest to accommodate him, and then moved, immediately swollen back, overflowing the sweet aroma of fruit milk in the shower gel.
Lan Qin's ears were full of manic heartbeats, and he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms, indulging in it.
Sang Yu was unconsciously rubbed by him, and the indescribable soreness and numbness spread from her chest to her limbs, and her panic surged up, squinting and breathing.
"Chin Chin me, let's go home" She made a soft mosquito-like sound, unable to speak.
Lan Qin clasped her back, tentatively moved her kneeling knees, and supported her to stand up slowly, and when she moved, a hard part would inevitably touch her.
At this time, Sang Yu's chain bones were red, and he covered his face and hid it on his shoulder.
After entering the house, there was no longer the constraints of the external environment, and Sang Yu was worried that the impact of her comfort method would be too great, and Lan Qin would not be able to control it.
She peeked at him, making sure that he was full of thoughts about color, and he didn't have time to be sad about other things, but it finally worked, she held back the soreness on her body, struggled to jump out of his arms, and ran into the kitchen with a crackle, "You, calm down, I'll prepare the hot pot, I can't drag it out" It was already nine o'clock, and it was early enough for dinner.
Sang Yu was afraid that it would not be easy to digest, so she crushed the meat slices that were supposed to be cooked and kneaded them into small balls, and the more she pinched, the more she felt that the action was inexplicably inappropriate, so she stomped her feet and secretly rubbed her breasts Oh my God, it's endless I was just rubbed by my boyfriend, and it was swollen and itchy The hot pot was finally served on the table and boiled, Sang Yu forcibly calmed down, and said while putting vegetables into Lan Qin's bowl: "I met Lan Jingcheng downstairs, he was sneaky with the major shareholder who came to our house. ” Lan Qin also pretended to be calm and tried to put the food in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks and writing to her, "Which shareholder" Sang Yu thought about the original scene carefully, and was a little unhappy, "It's just that except for the one who wants to marry your daughter to you, I can't remember what the surname is." ” I almost forgot that her family Qinqin was still coveted.
No matter how dirty the Lan family is, Lan Qin's identity and bloodline are a fact, as his physical health is gradually revealed, with his attractiveness, it is inevitable that he will be targeted by more people in the future, what a wealthy lady and what a rich daughter, it is often discussed in the rehabilitation center, and the so-called upper class circle is chaotic.
Sang Yu put down her chopsticks depressedly and snorted to herself.
Lan Qin guessed what she was thinking, smiled with her eyebrows, and continued to write, "Xiaoyu, the shopping mall I visited with you before the concert is the place where those families love to go, after the concert, it is said that the photos and news have spread in the circle, and everyone knows that I have a lover, and no one will make up my mind." ” Sang Yu was stunned.
It turns out that he still has this deep meaning when he goes to the mall He specially took her to cut off the crooked thoughts that others had not yet happened "That shareholder, who hates me as much as grandpa, should know grandma's intentions, and it's normal for him to choose to stand on Lan Jingcheng's side."
"As for Lan Jingcheng himself, he won't take any action against me for the time being, if I don't inherit it, they will naturally die down, so don't worry about it, it will have no effect on us."
"I have you, and everything else doesn't affect me."
Lan Qin calmly wrote about the rejection of others, and stared at Sang Yu through the white heat on the pot, with sincerity in his pupils, and there was a turbulence in his eyes.
Sang Yu's throat was blocked, and she was so distressed that she couldn't eat.
The fervent evil thoughts that had been suppressed had finally prevailed again.
Lan Xiaoqin, who looks like this, shouldn't he try his best to love and bully him and want to give him everything, and he doesn't feel that it's enough to be good to him.
Sang Yu regained her courage, saw that Lan Qin had finished eating, decisively wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up, changed to the chair beside him, tried it and felt that it was a little far away, she simply straddled her long white legs and sat directly on top of him.
Lan Qin instinctively hugged her, but the desire that had been hard to dissipate was teased again, and his eyebrows frowned unbearably.
Sang Yu felt the tensage on his body, and asked softly: "Qin Qin, I asked you a question in the corridor, have you not answered yet?"
Her eyelashes were lowered, the heat brushed his face, and her red lips were moist, "Hey, am I soft?"
Lan Qin's ears were bloodshot, and he grabbed her flailing wrists.
Of course it's soft, soft enough to sink in.
Sang Yu grabbed him with his backhand, his face was pure, and he asked the most nerve-stimulating question, "Then are you relying on enough, do you want to touch it?"
Lan Qin didn't dare to blink, and even recovered the burn when he was caught in the fire.
She was still a little nervous, deliberately looked out the window, and tempted: "From tomorrow onwards, diet, fitness, and life and rest must be strictly followed, and you will be given a chance to break a small precept tonight, if you don't touch it, then you can."
The weak voice stopped abruptly.
Sang Yu closed his eyes suddenly, and even his toes couldn't help curling up tightly.
A hot hand, without her guidance, had already covered her as she had spoken, and half wrapped around her gently and tremblingly.
Sang Yu opened his mouth to breathe rapidly, obviously he was full of courage just now, but now he moved his real character, but he didn't even dare to raise his eyes, he honestly sat on his lap and let it be kneaded, twisting his head and carrying it silently.
Her nerves were tugging so hard that she thought this was the extreme.
However, in the next second, Lan Qin leaned down, touched his lips through his clothes, and imprinted a kiss on the large ball of soft flesh in his hand.
Before going to bed that night, Sang Yu hesitated again and again when she took a bath, she was not willing to wash the special parts that had been kissed, and she stayed to take a look in the mirror, her face was so hot that she scratched the wall, she bit her fingers in the quilt and sent a WeChat message to Meng Xixi, "Do you know what it feels like to be blown up into fireworks?"
Meng Xixi replied in seconds, a bunch of exclamation marks, "Sang Xiaoyu, you successfully ate your employer" Sang Yu was depressed, what a good sister, the requirements are so high, such a comparison, she still has a long way to go.
However, calculated that if the rehabilitation plan is implemented according to the preoperative standards, it will take about two months, that is, there is no need to wait for the operation, and Lan Qin's physical condition is enough Halfway through the day, a man with water vapor hugged her from behind and hugged her tightly.
Sang Yu turned around and squeezed into the crook of his arm, thinking in a daze, since she came back from work today, Qin Qin seemed to be more attached to her.
This idea originally just came out of nowhere, but in the following month, it was constantly confirmed by Lan Qin with practical actions.
When she went to work, he had to pick her up, sometimes an hour or two early to the rehabilitation center, and sat quietly on a bench watching her go back and forth.
The most serious one, after sending her there, he didn't leave at all, and sat in the car until she got off work, like back then, silently sketching on paper alone.
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She rests at home, not to mention, he almost never leaves, follows her busy cooking, draws pictures in the range of sight enough to reach her, must accompany her when exercising, does not hesitate to give her the gradually forming muscles to touch casually, and can't bear her to walk away.
A "bang" sounded.
Sang Yu suddenly came back to his senses and saw Lan Qin stop the treadmill, bending his fingers and tapping on the handle, looking at her with sweat on his face.
There was a faint uneasiness in his eyes.
That's it, her attention is not on him, he will panic.
Sang Yu couldn't bear to ask directly, secretly checked a lot of information, and secretly analyzed it himself, speculating that Lan Xiaoqin was mostly afraid before the operation, especially with his psychological condition and shadow, and experiencing the impact given by his grandmother, it is normal to have such a reaction.
"Qin Qin, I'm thinking, your weight has gained two kilograms this week," Sang Yu was reluctant to put pressure on him, and bent his eyes to talk about completely irrelevant topics, "It's progressing well, muscle lines" She stepped forward and raised her face to praise, "It's very good-looking." ” The uneasiness in Lan Qin's eyes slowly melted, the corners of his mouth curled unconsciously, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
A month of constantly increasing the exercise schedule, and taking into account the whole set of improved design drafts, his burden is actually very large, but he has not been lazy in the slightest, he has to do his best to improve his physique, as far as possible to minimize the risk of surgery.
He didn't want to die.
Only with Xiaoyu by his side, he can barely control it, not thinking in the worst direction, and at the same time racing against time to look at her more.
If man really had a soul, he begged to be branded with her shadow.
Sang Yu reported Lan Qin's physical indicators to Song Zhiyu every week, and knocked on the door of the expert's clinic every time.
By the last week of the second month, Sang Yu passed on time, and Song Zhiyu was startled at first glance, "Grandma, are you sick?"
Song Zhiyu visibly lost weight, and her face was not as rosy as before, obviously having a health problem.
"It's not all about Lan Qin's heart," Song Zhiyu was busy flipping through the mailbox without looking at her, and said lightly, "If you can't sleep at night, of course you will lose weight." ” She didn't give Sang Yu a chance to ask more, and then changed the topic, "How is he doing?"
Sang Yu replied truthfully, "There is no problem with the body, but the psychological burden is very heavy." ” "Old problem," Song Zhiyu sighed helplessly, and blamed him in a low voice, "When will he stop thinking about the bad in everything." ” Sang Yu sensitively sensed the key.
Harm Surgery, except that it has no effect but fails, what harm can there be in keeping it as it is Her heart twitched faintly, and she was about to ask Song Zhiyu directly, but Song Zhiyu suddenly gave an eviction order, and her tone became cold and hard inexplicably, "Xiaoyu, you go and get busy first, I still have something to do." ” "Grandma" Song Zhiyu was fierce, "I said to be busy" Sang Yu had never been treated like this by her grandmother, she froze for a while, pursed her lips and stepped back, she didn't know why, turned around and prepared to leave.
There was a loud "snap" behind him.
Sang Yu was startled, looked back in time, and was surprised to see Song Zhiyu's mobile phone fall to the ground, and she supported her head with one hand, her face turned pale, and the other hand scratched the desktop indiscriminately, repeatedly touching the mouse button by mistake.
"What are you looking for" Sang Yu hurriedly ran back to her, "Grandma, do you have a headache, are you looking for medicine, I'll get it for you?"
Song Zhiyu couldn't open her eyes, her eyebrows were twisted, and she trembled and pointed to the storage box next to the computer.
Sang Yu immediately went over to look for it, and his eyes inadvertently swept over the computer screen, it was an all-English email that had been clicked on, the source was not unfamiliar, it was a well-known expert in the United States, and it was also the chief surgeon of Lanqin's vocal cord repair surgery.
There are a lot of professional words in the email, and Sang Yu can't fully understand them, but some special words have their own irritation, breaking into her field of vision in just a few seconds.
"Risk." gd1806102: