To ask Huo nianyan what he admired most about other children since childhood, it must be that his mother told them fairy tales before going to bed every night.

But he doesn't have a mother, and his father is so old-fashioned, so the burden of telling stories every time is on Aunt Li.

Huo nianyan has many reasons why he can't play with the children in his class, but in the final analysis, he doesn't have a mother.

Jane Huan put Huo nianyan into the quilt, tucked in the quilt corner for him, took a fairy tale book on the desk, and just about to start speaking, Huo nianyan, wrapped like a silkworm baby, twisted, "little Jane, sit here, otherwise I can't hear you clearly."

Just as Jane huangang sat down at the head of the bed, Huo nianyan made a new request, "little Jane, can I lean my head on your leg?"

Jane Huan, who was almost obedient to him, put his little head on his leg.

"Little Jane, why don't you lie in the quilt, too?"

Jane Huan pretended to stare at him angrily: "do you want to tell a story?"

Huo nianyan immediately closed his mouth and looked at Jian Huan with big round eyes. He was naive and lovely.

Perhaps it was because she coaxed the children. Jian Huan's story telling voice was much softer. Huo nianyan leaned against her and gradually lowered his eyelids and his small head bit by bit. Until he fell asleep, Jian Huan closed the story book and gently put him back to bed.

Turning off the lamp, Jane Huan quietly withdrew.

As soon as the door of the small bedroom was closed, the man was pulled aside by a strong force before he could turn around.

Jian Huan's back butted against the wall next to the door. Before she could get out, she was covered by a tall dark shadow. Huo Mo Ting's hands supported on the wall beside her, and the kiss fell down accurately, like a storm on her lips.

There was no time to think, not even the basic reaction time. The love and plunder on the lips made her pupils slightly enlarged. Huo Mo Ting pried open her closed lips and thrust his tongue into it. He had surrounded her Yingying waist with one hand and clasped the back of her head with the other hand, forcing her to accept the kiss.

It is said that men are animals thinking in the lower body. Huo moting thinks he quite agrees with this statement to some extent.

But he saw Jian Huan standing in his shirt at the door of the bathroom, half hidden, especially looking at himself harmlessly with the eyes picked on the tip of his eyes. What came to his mind was the restricted picture of the island film he saw when he was young.

He thought he had almost forgotten the picture full of sound and color, but when Jane Huan looked at it, he found that he still remembered the picture.

In the picture, the woman with high chest / breast rises and falls rapidly on the man's waist, and the moan / moan is higher than one wave. The man holds the woman's waist with his powerful big hand and keeps moving his narrow waist and hips upward. The part where the two teach is magnified by the camera, which is the most direct visual impact.

But gradually, the woman's sweaty face turned into Jian Huan's facial features, and he seemed to see his hands clasping her slender waist and his suppressed roar in his throat

In those days, although he and Jane Huan had a hard time, he always wore the wedding ring on his ring finger.

The female model was also a hypocritical master. He must wear a male ring to match her. At that time, Jane Huan was nearby. Although he was impatient, he took off his wedding ring and put it on the nearby deck. He wore a wedding ring and pretended to be close to the female model.

Jane Huan stood quietly, holding two bath towels without saying a word.

When the cruise ship landed, it didn't stop steadily. The whole ship tilted to the left, and fell into the sea with the wedding ring on the deck.

At that moment, he saw that the indifferent mask on Jane Huan's face was chapped.

"What should I do? The ring fell in!" the female model pretended to hum twice. "Can't it be from one of you?"

How did he answer at that time?

He put his arms around the waist of the female model and squeezed her face: "*? Isn't my * you?"

He didn't take another look at Jane Huan, so he took the female model off the cruise ship.

The next day he didn't see Jane Huan in the company. Later, he learned that she was ill when she came back from the sea. She had a high fever and asked for a week's leave.

He never asked what Jane Huan did later that day, and he didn't care about the wedding ring as it seemed. Several times when he slept, he thought of going to salvage the ring, but he often threw it behind him when he woke up.

Jian Huan looked at Yan Jingshen and knew he remembered.

"Those pains can't be forgotten. Depth of field, when did you become so whimsical?"

Yan Jingshen frowned. In the bright light, his eyebrows were clear and meaningful, less violent and more painful.

Jane Huan turned her back. "Can you still find that ring? If not, what else can we say?"

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Jane Huan received a text message before going to bed.

"I'm on business tomorrow. I'll pick you up with nianyan on Saturday and have dinner in the East Palace - Huo moting."

Jane Huan lay in bed and looked at the signature at the end of the message. Her mind drifted a little far. Then she calculated that Saturday is the day after tomorrow.

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