About Me

Song Yin silently swallowed the words in her stomach and decided not to tell him the truth. Turning around and sitting down at the table, Song Yin saw the umbrella beside Lu Jiahe's bag, which had been dried and folded by Lu Jiahe. Song Yin looked at the umbrella, always feel some familiar, look away, eyes carelessly swept the wall of a row of photos, suddenly, then set in the middle of the one. It was Song Yin's school performance in middle school. The teacher painted her a makeup and a red mole between her eyebrows, which was very cute. At the end of the performance, Song's mother took a picture of her at the door of the auditorium. It was raining that day. She held an umbrella, put the handle on her shoulder like a prop, and looked at the camera with her skirt. Her eyebrows were curved and her smile was shy. Chapter 79, chapter 79 "This umbrella-" Song Yin's line of sight hurried back to the desktop, picked up the umbrella and compared it back and forth with the photos. This umbrella- "" Lu Jiahe stood behind her, silent, fixed looking at her, eyes dark and deep, surging emotions almost overflowing. Song Yin was stunned by the eyes for a moment, looking back, always feel as if they have forgotten something. Although Lu Jiahe's umbrella is well preserved, it is not difficult to see that it has a long history. He can't use such a sky-blue little girl style. Such an umbrella, she had the same one,needle valve manufacturer, but her one? Song Yin clenched the umbrella handle, fixed looking at the photo, ears are rustling rain, listen to some heavy ears, lightning, some years of memory slowly floated up from her mind. She gave the umbrella to a stranger. That year, she and her father were on their way home when they were involved in a series of car accidents. A car that was rear-ended and out of control rolled over and crashed into the sidewalk. She almost died. Song's father wanted to carry her to the side of the road, but Song Yin stubbornly refused to loosen the lead rope. Her rope was too long,ball valve manufacturer, and the Dalmatian had died under the overturned car. The driver and co-driver's seats of the car were already shriveled and deformed, leaving only people in the back row panting. Father Song was afraid that something would happen to the car again, so he took the man's hand and dragged him out of the broken window. The rain was very heavy, he lay flat on the ground, his face was covered with blood, the rain washed clean and gushed out again, Song Yin could not see his face, can only hold an umbrella for him, while crying. It was not until she heard the sound of the ambulance and Song's father urged her several times that she put down her umbrella and left with her father. It was a spotted dog, the only animal Song Yin had ever raised. The scene was so bloody and cruel that she dared not even think about it any more. Every time she recalled it in her dream, it was a nightmare. She did not see the man's appearance, the terrible thunderstorm, the rain that gathered into a trickle on the asphalt road, and the umbrella that she put down, all of which gradually blurred in her memory. Jin Wei said that Lu Jiahe's grandparents died in a car accident, several points connected to one place, tube fitting manufacturer ,stainless steel needle valve, Song Yin suddenly came up with a guess in her heart, her teeth opened in surprise, and suddenly turned back. The car accident.. Is this my umbrella? Lu Jiahe nodded. When did you recognize me? "The first time we met." Song Yin was really surprised this time that she had crossed paths with Lu Jiahe so early. In such a big world, they have already rubbed shoulders, and the whole world seems to have become mysterious, with a sense of unreality. Is that why you changed your mind and sent me to the hospital? Lu Jiahe did not speak again, but took Song Yin's waist from behind and bent over to put his chin on her shoulder. The rain outside the window is getting smaller and thinner, and Lu Jiahe's body temperature sticks to her back, boiling hot and burning. I love you, Yin Yin. His voice was close to his ear, deep and seductive, and his breath brought a stream of heat, warm and numbing, sweeping through his heart. Before that, Song Yin could never imagine how anyone in the world could say the word "love" in such a pleasant and exciting way. Blood rushes to the heart, the whole person is thrown high, and the warmth flows into every nerve ending along the blood vessels, stimulating like weightlessness, as if the whole person is filled with fullness and excitement.
So his kisses fell down the earlobe, once, twice. The lips seemed to light a fire wherever they went, so hot that Song Yin could not help curling up on her toes. The sound insulation of the old house is not good, and grandma may come back at any time. She felt shy and confused for a moment, and wanted to push him away, but Lu Jiahe took advantage of the situation to pull her wrist and bring her whole person into her arms. She lifted her slender neck with one hand and her chin with the left. Forehead, eyes, nose tip, cheeks, chin.. Finally, it fell on the cherry red lips. Song Yin's feet were like stepping on cotton, she was kissed out of breath, her brain was anoxic, her legs were blank, and her legs were soft. The next moment, she was bound into the arms of Lu Jiahe, the whole person sat on the desk, he bent over and kissed again. Like the sound of the rain outside the window, the kiss was very tender and lingering. The tip of his tongue swept over every corner of her lips and teeth. The bodies of both sides were closely attached to each other, and their breaths blended together. His smell was fresh lemon shower gel. The air temperature in the whole room soared, and the pores of the skin epidermis opened, turning into thick hormones, burning hot and bewitching. His hand slipped into her thin white T-shirt in ignorance, only separated by the last layer of soft cloth, Lu Jiahe could not untie the complicated buttons, pulled his forehead to ooze sweat, and needed to be patient to press the almost overflowing desire under the dark and deep eyes. Yin Yin, how to untie this button? He put his face on the soles of his feet and looked up at her intently, his eyes full of curiosity. Lu Jiahe's hand was still on her chest. Song Yin just felt like laughing. Even the shyness of her blushing face was temporarily forgotten. She took a deep breath and spit it out. She recovered a little. "Grandma is coming back soon. We can't do this. We'll be -- ah --" Lu Jiahe did not want to listen to these, directly bent over to overwhelm her,brass tube fitting, always cold eyes covered with a layer of mist, "Grandma just went out, can not come back for a while.." I want to try. Yin Yin? 。 chinaroke.com