Love perfect score

Chapter 51

At the beginning of 2015, with a few days before the Spring Festival, Zhang Ming, Wang Meimei, Chen Xue, and Liu Chunyan came to City A to play with Yan Xiaomu. When they got there, they found out that Yan Xiaomu and Xu Qingqiao were living together.

Yan Xiaomu seldom chats online, and only answers when someone asks a question. Everyone is busy at the end of the year. They created a small WeChat group during the National Day gathering in Tongcheng. In the past few months, most of the group has no nutrition Emoticons, so the reunion of Yan Xiaomu and Xu Qingqiao naturally became news.

The company is on annual vacation, only Xu Qingqiao still can't get away, so he can only tell his assistant to arrange for Zhang Ming and the others to travel and stay in City A. He comes back late every day, and it's almost early morning when he gets home, although Yan Xiaomu goes out with Zhang Ming and the others during the day But every time Xu Qingqiao came home, he could see him lying on the bed after taking a shower, with his eyes wide open.

Knowing that he was waiting for her, Xu Qingqiao went to bed after taking a shower, hugged him and talked to him before going to bed.

Xu Qingqiao's side was mostly about work, so he talked about himself, and most of the time he only listened to Yan Xiaomu talking about him.

Yan Xiaomu said slowly word by word, saying that the few of them are not working in Tongcheng now, and it takes a long time to get together once, where they went to play in city A during the day, about Zhang Ming's embarrassing meal, and about Wang Meimei's falling in love , or a long-distance relationship, and said that Chen Xue majored in literature at university, but now she is taking children to dance after graduation, and said that Liu Chunyan almost didn't recognize Liu Chunyan with makeup on at first sight.

Yan Xiaomu spoke much slower than before, Xu Qingqiao listened patiently without interrupting him.

Xu Qingqiao didn't care much about what those people were like, he only cared about Yan Xiaomu, he listened seriously because he wanted to hear what Yan Xiaomu had to say, that's all.

"Zhang Ming and the others seem to be playing well with Dazui now." Yan Xiaomu said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"I don't like big mouths."

Xu Qingqiao looked at the head of the person in his arms slowly lowering, and also remembered the past.

"When the car rear-ended that day, he apologized to me." Xu Qingqiao patted Yan Xiaomu's head, but didn't tell him about the fact that he had his mouth fucked back then.

Yan Xiaomu grabbed Xu Qingqiao's collar, raised his head, and said with a flat mouth, "Is he apologizing for the rear-end chase, or was he talking about you in class..."

"All."

He was telling the truth, but he didn't say that Big Mouth might just bite the bullet and apologize for not compensating.

The rear of the car was dented in a big way. If the police were to call the police, Big Zui would be solely responsible, but Xu Qingqiao recalled afterwards that what he said at the time was forget it.

Forget it, it's for Yan Xiaomu's sake.

"Seeing you in his car at the time, I thought your relationship had improved."

"No." Yan Xiaomu shook his head.

As if angry, he clenched his fist on his chest and said, "I hate him."

She has never seen Yan Xiaomu hate anyone before, Xu Qingqiao felt it was novel, held the back of his neck, lifted his head up like a cat, and met his eyes, "Why?"

"I just hate him, I just hate him." Yan Xiaomu suffocated all his energy, turned his face away a little bit, his ears were red, but he didn't say why.

Xu Qingqiao said thoughtfully: "Wang Meimei seems to have a good relationship with him."

"Then I don't like him either." Yan Xiaomu used up all the strength he had in stock and became obedient. He lied in Xu Qingqiao's arms and murmured, "I've been walking for too long today, I'm so tired..."

Xu Qingqiao hugged him tightly and rubbed his back a few times. Yan Xiaomu's voice, which had been thinned out due to emotion, seemed to be still in his ears, and soon the tone changed, becoming more tender.

Then he heard Yan Xiaomu's cry when he was 15 years old, and heard Yan Xiaomu crying and saying to him, "I will be very good to you in the future, and my mother will be very good to you too."

If Xu Qingqiao was dissatisfied with Dazui back then, it was probably because Yan Xiaomu was so unhappy with Dazui's mouth.

After hugging him for a while, seeing that Yan Xiaomu was quiet, he thought he was falling asleep, but unexpectedly this person raised his head suddenly and started talking in a low voice again.

"You've been very busy recently, is there anything I can do to help? I don't want to see you working too hard."

Xu Qingqiao said: "It's not hard, just spend these two days busy."

Yan Xiaomu was sleepy while talking, and kept talking, Xu Qingqiao pressed him once to gag him.

Slowly grinding against the depths, grinding people until tears fall, and then moving wide and wide, it seems that it is not enough.

He didn't wear a condom, and asked him if he could get it inside, and seeing Yan Xiaomu blushing, even his neck was red, so Xu Qingqiao pulled it out at the last moment.

Xu Qingqiao could wear condoms, but Yan Xiaomu was very sensitive to condoms, and would feel uncomfortable with any brand, so Xu Qingqiao didn't wear them much.

Xu Qingqiao teased him, "If you don't wear a condom, what would Xiao Mu do if she was a girl?"

"Then, then she is really pregnant."

Yan Xiaomu's whole body became hot when he said this, and he turned his body sideways and buried his face in the pillow for a long time, not daring to look at anyone.

Xu Qingqiao was just talking casually, but after hearing his answer, she suddenly wanted to get him pregnant.

"If you're pregnant, give birth." Xu Qingqiao caressed Yan Xiaomu's flat and smooth belly, "Xiaomu will be a good father."

Yan Xiaomu raised his head in a playful manner, and asked ignorantly, "Isn't it mom?"

Xu Qingqiao leaned over and lowered her head to hold his earlobe, "Then I will work hard and strive to make you a mother next year."

All the serious talk was dirty, Yan Xiaomu took off the panties he had just put on, Xu Qingqiao used so much force that he bumped into the innermost part every time, as if there was a childlike cavity that could be knocked open by him.

The amount was very large, the liquid filled Yan Xiaomu's body and was squeezed out, dripping on the bed sheet.

Yan Xiaomu couldn't get out of bed the next day.

Until noon, their legs were still weak. This was the last day Zhang Ming and the others stayed in City A. Xu Qingqiao didn't go to the company, so he invited them over for dinner.

The family invited a cooking aunt, Xu Qingqiao would still cook by herself, Zhang Ming, Wang Meimei and the others were playing video games on the big screen in the living room, Yan Xiaomu couldn't sit still, and wanted to run to the kitchen with his waist supported.

There were three people standing in the kitchen, Auntie was cooking big dishes, Xu Qingqiao was making small dishes, and Yan Xiaomu was helping.

Friendship can be very simple, as long as Xu Qingqiao and Yan Xiaomu are still together, we will still be good friends.

Wang Meimei speaks very straightforwardly, and she is the one who said the above words.

Zhang Ming was a bit of a dog. After the meal, he took the branded lighter that Xu Qingqiao gave him, and began to privately scare Yan Xiaomu not to break up with Xu Qingqiao.

"Let me tell you first, I won't return the lighter after you broke up."

How could Yan Xiaomu break up with Xu Qingqiao? Hearing Zhang Ming's unfavorable words, he immediately covered his ears.

Seeing Zhang Ming bullying Yan Xiaomu again, Wang Meimei grabbed Zhang Ming's ear and kicked him away.

Although Yan Xiaomu has never told anyone, everyone can see that Yan Xiaomu has been depressed for a long time after breaking up with Xu Qingqiao. Congratulations to this couple.

Xu Qingqiao was smoking on the balcony, biting the end of the cigarette, bowing his head to light the cigarette, straightened up and leaned against the railing, and saw the noisy living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if he had returned to the liberal arts class. At that time, he was sitting in the last row of the classroom, and looked up after class Back then, he also looked at the noisy crowd like this, seeing Yan Xiaomu smiling young and shyly in the crowd like now.

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