Dog Man

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"Yes."

Qiao Jiang really thought about it.

But it was different from Yan Zhao's thoughts. He missed her, and she just happened to think of him.

Yan Zhao kissed her passionately: "I thought you would say no."

He held her tightly, his strong chest firmly pressed against hers, and his strong heartbeat made her heart numb.

Qiao Jiang was too lazy to explain. She felt so comfortable being kissed that she hummed in her nose.

"Qiao Jiang." Yan Zhao gasped and called her name, and his hard penis penetrated the deepest part of her body again and again. When she tilted her neck and gasped and moaned, he lowered his head and captured her lips, absorbing all her sobs. Swallowing, then straightening her waist and shaking her hips, she was immersed in the pleasure of drowning, unable to extricate herself.

The sofa was covered in cum.

Qiao Jiang was lying naked on the sofa. She was in a comatose state. Her fair body was covered with purple and red ambiguous marks. The man's fingerprints could be seen on her plump and straight buttocks. There was a pool of semen on her lower back. The picture was extremely lewd. .

Yan Zhao rummaged around and found the medicine box from the cabinet. He took out a waterproof OK bandage and applied it to the injured area on the sole of her foot. Then he carried her into the bathroom and took a shower. Qiao Jiang woke up for half a second and pointed at the bathtub with her finger. Yan Zhao put her into the bathtub and filled her with water.

Qiao Jiang pressed the switch by herself and lay in the bathtub for massage. Her attitude was condescending. Even though she didn't open her eyes, her aura was always superior to others.

After Yan Zhao took a combat bath for himself and came out, seeing her like this, he couldn't help but walk to the bathtub, leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Qiao Jiang frowned, probably because she was too tired, so she just turned away He tilted his head and went back to sleep.

Yan Zhao tested the water temperature, found a towel and wrapped it around her chest, and then came out to clean up the living room. There were wine bottles lying on the carpet. The strange thing was that the carpet was waterproof and the red wine did not seep into the carpet. It flowed into the carpet pattern. Yan Zhao took a towel to dry up the red wine, found a trash can to put the red wine bottle in, and carefully looked at the small wine bottle fragments. After cleaning it for a long time, he discovered that a sweeping robot had passed by. His feet reached under the coffee table and started running.

Yan Zhao: "..."

He lay down and looked at the coffee table. The sweeping robot quickly cleaned up the bottle fragments and reported: "Master, glass fragments have been detected. Please stay in a safe area and do not move around at will.

Yan Zhao found it strange and called it: "Hello? Hello? Can you talk?"

The sweeping robot finished cleaning under the sofa and went to clean the bedroom again. The voice came mechanically: "The living room has been cleaned. " ."

Yan Zhao felt like a fool, but fortunately he was not seen by Qiao Jiang. He patted his legs and stood up, taking the dumplings on the coffee table to heat them.

After returning from Qiao Jiang's house, Yan's father and Yan's mother also went home and started making dumplings. Yan Zhao said he would stay vigil in the warehouse at night, so Yan's mother packed him a bag of dumplings and let him eat them at night to cushion his stomach. Boil the kettle. If that doesn't work, put the dumplings in the hot kettle and heat them up.

How did Yan's mother know that Yan Zhao was not keeping watch at all, but drove a truck to look for Qiao Jiang.

The microwave dinged. Yan Zhao took out the dumplings, washed two bowls, filled them into two portions, and then went into the bathroom to ask Qiao Jiang to get up and eat.

When passing by the sink, he saw the calendar in the alcove. He raised his hand and flipped through a few pages. He remembered each page densely, full of itineraries: meetings, business trips, going to factories, dinners, invitations to this and that, weeks. The six weeks are circled in red, and there is also a page with the itinerary for the 16th crossed out, and four words written one stroke at a time: Mom's birthday.

Yan Zhao noted the time, retracted his hand and walked to the bathtub. He stooped and touched Qiao Jiang's face: "Qiao Jiang?"

She was sound asleep, lying quietly in the bathtub, her face turned to one side, breathing evenly.

Yan Zhao sat down cross-legged and looked down at her face.

The more I watch, the more I like it.