After Christmas, Song Yuanzhe, under Fu Yun's arrangement, sent his grandparents back to Germany to accompany him for two days of cultivation.
He asked Lin Yu to arrange a flight for Luo Shengsheng and still met in London as planned.
When he arrived in England, Rashen returned to his home in Wenche.
Because I haven't lived there for a long time, the haystacks in the garden have grown to the position of the calf.
The landlord left a note in the living room to urge her to weed, but now the UK is still on Christmas holiday, and the weeding company does not go to work so quickly. When they go to work, she should have returned to China early.
This was actually a small matter, but it made her feel a little upset.
Most of the rooms in Wenche's Huse were vacant, and Rashen lived alone in it for two years.
This time she came back and cleaned it up briefly. Except for two or three paintings and a few ornaments she particularly liked, the rest of the items were packed and thrown into the recycling bin in the block.
Although it was a temporary intention, Rashen's will to withdraw the house was extremely firm.
She didn't let Song Yuanzhe know about this, but instead called Cheng Nianzhang's phone number in the morning in China.
Wake up?
The so-called morning is about six or seven o'clock in the country. Cheng Nianzhang wrapped himself in a soft quilt. The winter morning is when people fall in love with bed the most. He closed his eyes and put his phone close to his ears. He heard Luo Shengsheng's voice, and he made a note in a dull state.
I've arrived in the UK.
Um
I want to return the house here.
Um
After the filming of "The Legend of Jane Dong", I don't want to go back to the UK.
Um
Luo Shengsheng heard it. The man must have not woken up yet. All the answers were perfunctory nasal sounds. He didn't know what he was saying. He had heard a few words clearly.
Can you say something else except huh?
I'm listening, you can just keep going.
Cheng Nianzhang yawned when he replied to this sentence. Luo Shengsheng thought that he was obviously in a difficult situation and still kept his energy and listened to his words about something or not, and a little warmth suddenly emerged in his heart.
I want to stay in China and move in with you at that time.
At first she just wanted to ask what his address was, and she asked Cheng Nianzhang to temporarily save some of the things she sent back.
But this person seemed to be extra tolerant of himself when his mind was not clear, so she thought about it and might as well make some unreasonable requests to see if he would still agree to him.
Um
Do you know what I'm talking about?Well, without thinking...
If you want to move, I have no objection.
"The Biography of Jian Dong" was about March. In more than three months, many things will cause variables. Cheng Nian Zhangzhi had no sense of the situation, so he agreed casually.
But this statement fell into Rashen's ears and it felt different.
Then let's just say that, you can continue to sleep, I'm going to bed almost at the right time.
Um
It's strange that after the phone was hung up, Cheng Nianzhang, who had just been meaningless, went to sleep a lot.
He moved his body to the side, freeing up a free arm span.
In my impression, Rashen likes to sleep on his right side. This woman is thin and breathing quietly. She is warm and soft when she is embedded in her arms. Even if she does not have the bonus of sexual intercourse, just holding her is enough to make people feel comfortable.
Cheng Nianzhang looked at the empty seat half-closed, imagining her situation, and in the plain waste before sunrise, there was something different hope.
The next day, Luo Shengsheng was awakened by a sudden knock on the door. She was too lazy to go downstairs. She wrapped a blanket and stood up to look through the window. She squinted her eyes and saw that the person was Song Yuanzhe.
This day was December 31, the last day of 2017. According to the agreement, he should have come to pick her up back to London to watch the fireworks.
She looked at her phone right, and the iPhone automatically calibrated the time zone. It was 8:20 am in London time. If he set out from elsewhere to find him, he should have set out before dawn.
It was 9 o'clock to board the boat in the evening, and it was early in the morning, and I don't know what he was so anxious about.
What to do so early?I haven't woken up yet!
Rashen opened the door and pouted at him and complained.
Song Yuanzhe didn't care, so he pushed her away and walked straight in.
The person had a clear smell of wine on his body, and his expression was dazed. He felt like he was Ye Pu, and he went straight to her.
Who did you go to drink with?
He has no familiar friends in the UK and doesn't have to socialize with his brother like he did in China. I really don't know where he got the couple, and he got drunk again.
I drank it myself... I didn't find anyone to accompany me in the hotel...
He means he didn't find a woman to sleep with him.
Why do you drink this yourself?
Who told you to ignore me...
Luo Shengsheng picked up his phone and searched for the records, but he had never seen him look for him.
You didn't look for me again.
Then won't you come to me?
After saying that, he took off his coat, pulled loose the collar, pulled her up, pulled her hand and threw her into the bed in the first floor guest room with brute force.
When Rashen fell, her tail vertebrae hit the corner of the bed, causing her to frown in pain, and she could only lie on her back and wail silently, unable to pull out her consciousness to resist and resist.
Song Yuanzhe didn't pay attention to her strangeness, so he kissed her directly on his upper body, exploring her hand urgently, making her chest hurt.
Ah...it hurts!
He asked Lin Yu to arrange a flight for Luo Shengsheng and still met in London as planned.
When he arrived in England, Rashen returned to his home in Wenche.
Because I haven't lived there for a long time, the haystacks in the garden have grown to the position of the calf.
The landlord left a note in the living room to urge her to weed, but now the UK is still on Christmas holiday, and the weeding company does not go to work so quickly. When they go to work, she should have returned to China early.
This was actually a small matter, but it made her feel a little upset.
Most of the rooms in Wenche's Huse were vacant, and Rashen lived alone in it for two years.
This time she came back and cleaned it up briefly. Except for two or three paintings and a few ornaments she particularly liked, the rest of the items were packed and thrown into the recycling bin in the block.
Although it was a temporary intention, Rashen's will to withdraw the house was extremely firm.
She didn't let Song Yuanzhe know about this, but instead called Cheng Nianzhang's phone number in the morning in China.
Wake up?
The so-called morning is about six or seven o'clock in the country. Cheng Nianzhang wrapped himself in a soft quilt. The winter morning is when people fall in love with bed the most. He closed his eyes and put his phone close to his ears. He heard Luo Shengsheng's voice, and he made a note in a dull state.
I've arrived in the UK.
Um
I want to return the house here.
Um
After the filming of "The Legend of Jane Dong", I don't want to go back to the UK.
Um
Luo Shengsheng heard it. The man must have not woken up yet. All the answers were perfunctory nasal sounds. He didn't know what he was saying. He had heard a few words clearly.
Can you say something else except huh?
I'm listening, you can just keep going.
Cheng Nianzhang yawned when he replied to this sentence. Luo Shengsheng thought that he was obviously in a difficult situation and still kept his energy and listened to his words about something or not, and a little warmth suddenly emerged in his heart.
I want to stay in China and move in with you at that time.
At first she just wanted to ask what his address was, and she asked Cheng Nianzhang to temporarily save some of the things she sent back.
But this person seemed to be extra tolerant of himself when his mind was not clear, so she thought about it and might as well make some unreasonable requests to see if he would still agree to him.
Um
Do you know what I'm talking about?Well, without thinking...
If you want to move, I have no objection.
"The Biography of Jian Dong" was about March. In more than three months, many things will cause variables. Cheng Nian Zhangzhi had no sense of the situation, so he agreed casually.
But this statement fell into Rashen's ears and it felt different.
Then let's just say that, you can continue to sleep, I'm going to bed almost at the right time.
Um
It's strange that after the phone was hung up, Cheng Nianzhang, who had just been meaningless, went to sleep a lot.
He moved his body to the side, freeing up a free arm span.
In my impression, Rashen likes to sleep on his right side. This woman is thin and breathing quietly. She is warm and soft when she is embedded in her arms. Even if she does not have the bonus of sexual intercourse, just holding her is enough to make people feel comfortable.
Cheng Nianzhang looked at the empty seat half-closed, imagining her situation, and in the plain waste before sunrise, there was something different hope.
The next day, Luo Shengsheng was awakened by a sudden knock on the door. She was too lazy to go downstairs. She wrapped a blanket and stood up to look through the window. She squinted her eyes and saw that the person was Song Yuanzhe.
This day was December 31, the last day of 2017. According to the agreement, he should have come to pick her up back to London to watch the fireworks.
She looked at her phone right, and the iPhone automatically calibrated the time zone. It was 8:20 am in London time. If he set out from elsewhere to find him, he should have set out before dawn.
It was 9 o'clock to board the boat in the evening, and it was early in the morning, and I don't know what he was so anxious about.
What to do so early?I haven't woken up yet!
Rashen opened the door and pouted at him and complained.
Song Yuanzhe didn't care, so he pushed her away and walked straight in.
The person had a clear smell of wine on his body, and his expression was dazed. He felt like he was Ye Pu, and he went straight to her.
Who did you go to drink with?
He has no familiar friends in the UK and doesn't have to socialize with his brother like he did in China. I really don't know where he got the couple, and he got drunk again.
I drank it myself... I didn't find anyone to accompany me in the hotel...
He means he didn't find a woman to sleep with him.
Why do you drink this yourself?
Who told you to ignore me...
Luo Shengsheng picked up his phone and searched for the records, but he had never seen him look for him.
You didn't look for me again.
Then won't you come to me?
After saying that, he took off his coat, pulled loose the collar, pulled her up, pulled her hand and threw her into the bed in the first floor guest room with brute force.
When Rashen fell, her tail vertebrae hit the corner of the bed, causing her to frown in pain, and she could only lie on her back and wail silently, unable to pull out her consciousness to resist and resist.
Song Yuanzhe didn't pay attention to her strangeness, so he kissed her directly on his upper body, exploring her hand urgently, making her chest hurt.
Ah...it hurts!
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