After Mrs. Zhao came out of Song Chen, she went downstairs and went outside to find Zhao Xinzhi.

Zhao Xinzhi was indeed still smoking in the courtyard, and the cigarettes were bright and dark in the darkness. Zhao Xinzhi turned his head and glanced at her.

Mrs. Zhao sighed.

Zhao Xinzhi was so lonely that she couldn't bear it.

So she said, "It's cold outside, go in."

Zhao Xinzhi walked out of the darkness, and the street lights shone on his eyebrows and eyes, but his expression was a little decadent and hostile.

Mrs. Zhao said: "I see that you have always been very sensible and like Song Chen, but I have always said it clearly, but looking at how you are today, is it clear?"

"If it weren't for you and dad stopping me and marrying Xiaochen, I would be me." Zhao Xinzhi said.

In fact, although Song Chen likes to do whatever he wants, he doesn’t hesitate at all about marriage. At least judging from his performance at that time, he has hesitated to marry Zhao Xinzhi who loves him or marry the indifferent Zhao Jindong. At that critical moment, Mrs. Zhao pushed her.

She didn't like Zhao Jindong, nor did she like Song Chen. She only hoped that Song Chen's hot potato would fall into Zhao Jindong's hands.

Mrs. Zhao said: "You must always have it in your destiny, and don't force it in your destiny. Your fate with him has not come to an end. It's meaningless to say this. I have told you a long time ago that there is no possibility between him and you, and you just don't listen and you have to hit your head and make you bloody."

"Then what do you feel now?" Zhao Xinzhi asked, "Do you regret it when I see this?"

Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a moment. Perhaps Zhao Xinyi was sensible and gentle, and rarely had such a resentful tone. She said, "Why did you become like this? For a man, you are your brother's man."

Zhao Xinzhi held the cigarette and smiled bitterly, saying, "Do you think I want to become like this, but I don't know who to blame now, you blame you, Xiaochen, Lao Er, or myself."

"How many people in this world can marry what they really want to marry, how many people they really want to marry, don't everyone live as usual! Since you know that there is no hope, you should get out early. Even if you are the most pitiful and wronged, what's the use of just smoking a cart of cigarettes? What's the use of turning over old accounts and resenting this and that? A man, you can't live without love? I'm not trying to hurt your heart. If it were the second child, you would see if he would be like you. In this regard, you would not be as good as him."

Even if Zhao Jindong broke his teeth, he would swallow it into his stomach. No matter how sad he felt, he would not show it. He had strong tenacity and dignity, so she could not refuse to accept it.

"I really can't compare to him," Zhao Xinzhi's eyes dimly: "No matter how much I chase you, I can't catch up."

He feels very discouraged and tired. People are different from others.

"Xinzhi," said Mrs. Zhao, "Don't worry about you anymore. You are the boss, you must look like the boss."

After hearing this, Zhao Xinzhi lowered his head and lost interest in speaking. He only lowered his head and sipped a cigarette. The cigarette was already very short and was about to burn his fingers. He took a sip and vomited it out heavily.

"You never understand me, you just let me have the appearance of the boss. I have the appearance of the boss, but I forgot what I look like."

Some people say that humans instinctively seek complementarity, and the more they lack, the easier it is to chase after them. He likes Song Chen like this, and envys him for always being free and unrestrained. Song Chen is like a devil who is arbitrary and others avoid it, but he is deeply fascinated. He is willing to spoil him like this, and he likes it in his heart when he sees it.

Even if he had a crush on bitterness, he felt inexplicably obsessed, as if he had gained pleasure from abuse and tasted sweetness from bitterness.

He is very confused now and always thinks randomly. He can't live under the same roof with these two people, because he is always worried and wants to pass through several walls. What are they doing?

He couldn't stand it even if he thought about it.

Zhao Xinzhi left the house overnight. Mrs. Zhao wrapped her shawl and sent him out. Zhao Xinzhi said, "You go in, it's cold outside."

Mrs. Zhao wanted to speak but stopped and finally said: "I just don't want you to wander around in a circle without results."

Zhao Xinzhi didn't say anything and went straight into the car.

Mrs. Zhao was in a complicated mood. She wanted to tell Zhao Xinzhi that he was her biological son, so how could she not love him?

Zhao Xin had just left before, and Zhao Baotao came out. Mrs. Zhao didn't love him so much and frowned and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"There is a situation." Zhao Baotao said.

He is a young man, but he can't live such a life of going to bed and resting at less than nine o'clock, and many people asked him to do so.

Mrs. Zhao said: "I hope that Yang Hui will teach you a lesson, otherwise you will dare to cause such a big disaster again, and you will see how your father dealt with you."

Zhao Baotao smiled and the driver arrived just after driving.

"Resolutely safe sexual behavior in the future." Zhao Baotao said.

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she reached out to hit him. Zhao Baotao hid in the car with a smile, smiled at her through the car window, and seemed to have romantic peach blossoms on her face.

Mrs. Zhao also felt very tired.

The autumn night outside was very cool, but the room on the third floor was full of heat.

After kissing too much, Zhao Jindong and Song Chen learned a word, "practice makes perfect."

From the bumps and bumps of lips and teeth to the wet entanglement of lips and tongue, kisses begin to become passionate and lingering, which can make people more enthusiastic than direct sex, especially when both of them are excited.

Zhao Jindong was a bit macho. At the beginning of his sexual contact, he especially wanted to take the initiative and refused to be suppressed by Song Chen. Song Chen claimed to be an old driver, trying to conquer Zhao Jindong - there is the joy of surrender, and there is the joy of conquest, and there is the joy of conquest. He wanted to taste both.

So the kiss between the two became more intense. The lips and tongue were the softest places, but they were like weapons for battle. The kiss seemed to be magical. It would not make people tired if they kissed for half an hour. When they were passionate, their saliva was sweet.

Zhao Jindong couldn't hold it in several times, but Song Chen held his pants tightly and refused to let go.

He obviously couldn't feel much better than that.

Men are very tortured when they are dissatisfied with desires. There is no human civilization on the brain. However, if the kiss is intense, it is not easier than having sex. In the end, the two of them kissed and kissed them so exhausted.

Song Chen almost couldn't hold on, but fortunately he vowed to break the last line of defense in Zhao Jindong's psychology.

Zhao Jindong was lying beside him and suddenly laughed. The two of them kissed their mouths just now, but their bodies seemed to be fighting. He was sweating. He got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Song Chen picked up his cell phone and took a photo, and his lips were swollen.

He never thought that he could kiss for so long just by kissing. He tried to stick his tongue out, and his tongue became numb.

horrible.

Song Chen's face was very hot. He covered his head with a pillow. After a while, he rolled a little, lay on the bed and kicked his feet a few times.

No wonder everyone wants to fall in love, this taste is so ecstatic.

if……

If you go further...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Song Chen blushed and his heart was hot. He rubbed his quilt twice before he turned over into the quilt.

In fact, when he was kissing, he tried to take a look at Zhao Jindong's 191, but he refused to let Zhao Jindong do it. Zhao Jindong seemed to deliberately not let him see it and kept covering his eyes.

Using this as a bargaining chip, it seems that Zhao Jindong is very confident about his 191.

Song Chen became more and more curious.

I wanted to take a look with shame and excitement.

So when Zhao Jindong was taking a shower, he lay on the bed and was distracted. The frosted glass in the bathroom was very hiding, and nothing could be seen except a little light inside.

He waited until Zhao Jindong came out of the bathroom before closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

When he came out, Song Chen was already lying under the quilt.

When his body is hard, his heart is soft. Zhao Jindong has been alone for almost twenty years and suddenly has an intimate experience of soft skin. Even after taking a shower, he can't destroy the addiction in his heart. After two years of marriage, he finally feels like he is married.

Unlike the wedding ring on his finger, he wore the wedding ring for two years and still felt alone, and now he really felt that he had a companion.

The same person does the same thing, and his feelings change, and he will see everything differently. Song Chen holds his pants and refuses to let go, and he feels more seductive. He is so anxious that he is anxious and has an inexplicable sweetness.
Chapter completed!