kiss fireworks

Chapter 4

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Fatima coughed lightly and closed the Weibo interface. "Well, it's just the way little girls express their love nowadays." Ali nodded noncommittally. "If you don't have a good meeting, why are you looking at my phone? This is privacy!"Fatima pursed her lips slightly, with a slightly displeased look in her eyes, but her tone was a bit coquettish.Paired with her cute little black dress, it gave her a completely different look from her usual aloof and arrogant look.Ali's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he lightly licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue. . But he didn't say anything, he just turned sideways and continued the meeting. In the car, it is no longer a suitable place.Fatima didn't dare to check her Weibo anymore, so she switched to another app and started reading innocuous content.Leng Buding smelled a hint of sweet perfume, not heavy, as if it was contaminated with something but not at all. She turned her head and looked over.It was the coat that was put on her body just now, and now it was placed in the clothes basket very close to her.She wrinkled her nose slightly, not because of the smell of other women's perfume, but because the smell was really not pleasant. Fatima is a person with great taste.Most of the fragrances for personal use are specially prepared by the brand, and they are mostly herbal and woody. There is almost no such sticky fruity fragrance.Fatima's movements were not subtle, nor did her expression look good. She just didn't reach out to take out her clothes.Ali's eyes moved away from the screen and followed Fatima's gaze, instantly understanding. I was somewhat glad that I didn't smoke the cigarette. She is really like a kitten, very sensitive.He casually took out his clothes and threw them in the front row, "Omar's team probably got something involved in the game.""You don't need to explain to me." Fatima waved her hand and didn't say the second half of the sentence, but both of them knew it well. It's not a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend that needs to be reported to each other. What's more, she just doesn't smell good. Ali chuckled and shook his head.If someone else had said this, Ali would have thought it was a bit coquettish, but when it came out of Fatima's mouth, it was clear. She really didn't think of herself as his.He didn't take it seriously. Thinking of something, he turned around and took a black velvet box from the back row and handed it over, "I saw this two days ago and thought it would suit you very well." Fatima was not reserved and took it directly. The packaging is not complicated, it is simple and high-end as usual for old French luxury goods. Under the matte silk fabric is a pair of dark green velvet high heels. About five centimeters in height, a simple strap, retro elegance. It matches her very well.Fatima knows this brand, a European royal brand with hundreds of years of history. Not to mention the high price and limited sales, it is troublesome just to fly to France to personally measure the feet and make the molds for each customization.When she was studying abroad, she asked Zainab to buy a few pairs for her through the back door. Later, the two of them no longer knew each other well, and she returned to China, and she never owned them again.In fact, I was really thinking about it, so I asked a friend to ask if I could send him a cast. This was all because the master was very rigid and couldn't be accommodating, so I had no choice but to give up. Fatima casually put the shoes on her feet. Needless to say, they fit together unexpectedly.She never told Ali her size, but she was able to buy such customized shoes with such accuracy. I'm afraid I've measured the feet of many girls with my palm.Thinking like this, Fatima inexplicably remembered the little animated picture Layla had sent her. High heels across the chest are the ultimate temptation.Thinking that the relationship between the two people has a different color, I couldn't help but say, "Thank you Ali, but do you still have this hobby?"Fatima's words were joking, but she said them calmly and elegantly, without the slightest hint of eroticism, just a frivolous look on her eyebrows. Ali breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and looked into the car.On the screen, the voice conference continued. The rain outside the window made a pitter-patter sound against the glass. The wiper blades combined with the moist smell in the quiet black air reminded Ali. This was not a comfortable environment for him.But the eyes of Fatima in front of him were clear. Dark green high-heeled shoes were hung on her white bare feet. Her ankles turned in a circle, as if scratching his heart.Ali couldn't help but lean forward, his breath caught on Fatima's cheek, his arms slightly retracted, strong desire spurted out, but he still restrained himself and asked in a dumb voice: "Is it okay?" Fatima was looked at by him.He still looked cold and calm, but his eyes were a little red, and there was a small dimple in the corner of his eye, like a scar left in childhood. It's hard to see clearly without looking carefully.Ali is good-looking, not only because of his angular face, which is like a carving, but also because of his privileged life since childhood. His appearance is exquisite, and his eyebrows are indifferent and profound.So the flaws, which were so small that you had to get close to see them clearly, made Fatima think deeply.His fingers wanted to touch it uncontrollably, and in Ali's eyes, it was like a signal of promise.The lips moved from the cheek to the lips, kissed her, and her fingers brushed Fatima's arms to her ankles.There is a faint roughness on the fingertips, which cuts across Fatima's white and tender skin. Instantly, there was a blush. The rain washed away outside the window, and the wheels drove across the ground, leaving imprints. Fatima recognizes the bed.Although this was her second time visiting Ali's house in Patriot County, she still felt uncomfortable.After finishing what I had to do, I forced my aching legs to take a shower. I leaned against the door frame, blowing my hair, and said lazily: "I'd better go back to the city. Please arrange for a personal drop-off." I." This gesture really brought out the girl's strength.Fatima is already fair, but after taking off her makeup, she looks even more childish. The warm light in the bathroom hits her face softly, giving her a peach feeling that makes people take a bite.However, her hair was wet and half-up, with one hand in her hair, dangling back and forth, and water droplets fell from time to time, streaking across her skin. She was wearing the nightgown Ali had prepared for her.The housekeeper prepared more than a dozen styles, and she chose the most comfortable silk style, which exposed most of her back. The swaying and swaying is all temptation.Perhaps because the relationship between the two was too "simple", Fatima was surprisingly open-minded about Ali.Ali looked at her for a long time, his eyes darkened, but he did not show any emotion. He just leaned lazily on the bed and said casually, "I'll see you off later." "It's so late, just ask the assistant."It takes more than half an hour to go back to the city from the old house on the outskirts of the city. If there is work the next day, Ali may not need to sleep. "Do you feel sorry for me?"Fatima glanced at the half-naked man lying on the bed, moved her eyes away without any trace, and coughed lightly, "Pretend I didn't say anything." The word "distressed" between the two of them is too close.Ali stood up straight, picked up a shirt and put it on, fastened two buttons with one hand, walked to Fatima in two steps with bare feet, and raised her hand to take her hair dryer.The strength of the fingers was moderate and the fingertips were broad, rubbing on the scalp, making Fatima exhale comfortably. As a bed partner, Ali is a perfect choice. Big-bodied, good-natured, not clingy, gentle, golden and good-looking. Of course, it can only be gentle when doing something.Fatima had seen his harsh and cold demeanor, so she never injected any unnecessary illusions into this tenderness.She always remembered that when she was sixteen years old, when she passed by the door of the first class of the third grade of high school, Ali sneered, lowered his eyes, and said disdainfully, "Ah, marriage, a joke."At that time, Al-Mansoor's family and Mohammadi's family were the most prosperous, but he didn't even bother to pay her any attention.Even after the first time when both of them were drunk and impulsive, Fatima proposed to pretend that it never happened.Ali just raised his eyebrows, and asked her with a hint of joking and a hint of seriousness: "So, is Miss Fatima still satisfied with me?" "If Miss Fatima is still satisfied with me, I will be single." So Fatima's definition of this relationship is very straightforward and simple. Adult men and women, each takes what he needs. The journey back to the city is not short. At two o'clock in the morning, the streets were empty, with a few large cars passing by. Ali drives the car himself, which is fast but stable.Speaking of which, this was Fatima's first time riding in a car driven by Ali, and it was a little different from what she had imagined. At first she thought he would be as wild as Omar and the others.Ali changed into a white soft shirt and paired it with a pair of silk black trousers. His hair had been blown dry by the summer night wind, and lay softly in front of his forehead.His profile had always been good-looking, with a narrow but smooth mandibular line, deep eyes, and a high bridge of nose. The moonlight and street lights dimly reflected him, which inexplicably reminded her of the look he had seen when she was 16 years old. It's not really a special intersection.The so-called upper class circle in Donghai is not big, and the methods for raising children are mostly the same. They go to the city's top schools to go through the basic stage of high school, then study abroad for gold, and finally return to China to take over the family business.Therefore, the last two generations are all from famous families, and they are almost alumni all the way to the end. Ali has attracted much attention since he entered school.The background of Al-Mansoor's family coupled with the youthful nobility, just raising a hand on the basketball court can trigger the screams of countless girls. Who can compare to a teenager like puberty.At that time, Layla was a nymphomaniac and once said jokingly that if one looked seriously at Ali's eyes, they would be so affectionate that one would fall for them without any reason. Unfortunately, Fatima happened to be watched.She couldn't remember the specific scene clearly. It was probably at a school event. She, who was forced to host the whole event, and he, who was speaking on behalf of the audience, were arranged in the same waiting room.At that time, Fatima had just entered high school and Ali was already in his senior year of high school and was preparing to go abroad.However, Fatima remembered that the noble and elegant young man was lying on the sofa in the lounge, wearing a black suit, but he had unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, pulled off his tie, and was on the phone with his friends, chatting about what he was going to do after this boring event. Where to play ball.Now that I think about it, it might just be an accident. The collision of their eyes made her fall in love and make her restless.He was in the diary for a whole year. Even when she later heard him judging her so disdainfully, she still couldn't suppress the girl's feelings. However, when she later studied abroad, she deliberately chose Europe, which was the opposite of him. Only then did I end the ignorant secret love I had when I was young. Now that we have gone round and round and have such a relationship, it is wonderful. Fatima thought too much and became a little confused and sleepy. Leaning his head against the window, half asleep I vaguely heard Ali say something, but I couldn't quite figure it out, it was very confusing. The word "without conscience" is a bit clearer. But Fatima didn't take it seriously, and she definitely wasn't talking about her. Maybe he was talking to someone on the phone, just a joke.