My 24-year-old Beautiful Boss

"Ah?" Xu Qingmo was taken aback, and looking at Shen Wanqing's expression again, it didn't look like a joke.

"I want to fly." Shen Wanqing retracted his hand and looked at Lianghe below, like a little girl full of innocence. "I want to fly, what does it feel like to fly?"

Xu Qingmo grabbed Shen Wanqing's hand: "Do you really want to fly?"

"Uh-huh." Shen Wanqing blinked big eyes, drunk.

"But I have to swim after flying, and even drink river water?"

"Then I want to fly too, fly and fly." Shen Wanqing said with a crooked head, "You can take me to fly."

Xu Qingmo pulled Shen Wanqing into her arms, then stood up, looked at the sparkling Lianghe below, and took a deep breath: "Ready, don't close your eyes, we are about to take off."

"Fly!"

Xu Qingmo no longer hesitated, holding Shen Wanqing, and descended from the bridge over a dozen meters high in a month.

In the air, Shen Wanqing laughed loudly and opened her arms like a bird. Xu Qingmo stuck her waist tightly with her hands behind her.

Xu Qingmo was naturally not afraid, but worried that Drunk Shen Wanqing fell into the river and needed timely rescue.

"Ah, this is flying!"

Shen Wanqing didn't know the fear at all, raised her head and screamed, and then came to the river instantly.

Xu Qingmo immediately stretched his body, took Shen Wanqing in his arms, then turned around in the air, facing his back with the river, Shen Wanqing in his arms, two people were like a cannonball and got into the beam In the river.

"Oh!"

There was a loud noise in the night, and Liang He exploded a huge water splash. Unfortunately, the bridge got in and out of the car, but no one noticed it.

Lianghe's water is gushing, and it looks like it is only sparkling on the surface. In fact, the dark tide below is turbulent.

Xu Qingmo sobered up with the quickest response, feeling that Shen Wanqing was still in her arms, and she was relieved, and quickly floated upward.

Finally, the water surfaced, and the lights on both sides of the strait were already far away. In these short ten seconds, Xu Qingmo did not know how far the Lianghe water had washed away.

At a glance, the color Shen Wanqing was terrible, but he passed out.

Xu Qingmo knew that to play a little too big this time, she had to go ashore immediately, so she held Shen Wanqing with one hand, keeping her mouth and nose exposed on the water, and swiped desperately with the other hand, swimming towards the shore.

Soon, Xu Qingmo came to the shore, and then held Shen Wanqing ashore, surrounded by black paint, not like someone else's.

Xu Qing couldn't have that much ink tube. Firstly, Shen Wanqing was flattened, and he took artificial respiration quickly, and at the same time he needed to do chest resuscitation compression.

Although there are differences between men and women, they have reached this point, and Xu Qingmo naturally cannot care so much.

After a meal, Shen Wanqing finally coughed, and water poured out of her mouth. At this time, Xu Qingmo was giving her artificial respiration. As a result, Shen Wanqing coughed all the water into his mouth.

Xu Qingmo looked up and looked at Shen Wanqing before he could spit water.

Shen Wanqing opened her eyes and smiled, "Fly, I'm flying."

Xu Qingmo nodded.

"Well, are you eating sugar in your mouth?" Shen Wanqing asked Xu Qingmo bulging.

Xu Qingmo had a hard time saying that she could only stretch her neck and swallow all the water in her mouth, and then she said to Shen Wanqing: "How can there be sugar to eat, plunge into the river from such a high height, and drink all the water?"

"What fell, that was flying, I finally flew up." Shen Wanqing suddenly hugged Xu Qingmo, just like a girl hugging her father, "Thank you for taking me to fly."

"Uh-huh, let's get fired, sir, the clothes are all wet." Xu Qingmo said.

Xu Qingmo looked around without any fireworks. To be sure, this is a field. Don't think about finding someone else. Now that he and Shen Wanqing's clothes are soaked, it's better to burn the clothes with a fire.

"Uh-huh." Shen Wanqing experienced this in the water, his head was a bit sober, he was no longer drunk, and sat on the ground obediently, staring at Xu Qingmo with big eyes.

Xu Qingmo took everything out of his clothes. The mobile phone was water-filled and still usable, but he did n’t have the habit of smoking, so he did n’t have a lighter. However, Xu Qingmo was a mercenary. Hit two stones to wipe out sparks, and then a fire was set on fire.

"You first cook the fire, I'll find a branch to set up." Xu Qingmo was huge, and then went around looking for branches.

When Xu Qingmo folded a lot of branches and came back, she saw Shen Wanqing was undressing, her shirt had been stripped off to leave her underwear, and she was taking off a skirt.

Xu Qingmo quickly closed her eyes and said, "I haven't set you up yet."

"Giggle." Shen Wanqing laughed when Xu Qingmo closed her eyes and didn't dare to look, and made a silver bell-like whisper, and then joked, "You dare not look at me, then I will show it to you."

Talking about Shen Wanqing, she stood up and ran to Xu Qingmo's eyes, but as a result, she almost fell down. Fortunately, she opened her eyes and peeped at Xu Qingmo.

"My feet." Shen Wanqing said.

When Xu Qingmo saw it, Shen Wanqing was barefoot. Before he was on the bridge, Xu Qingmo tied Shen Wanqing and took off his shoes. Later, when he jumped into the river, the shoes were naturally thrown away.

"You sit first and don't move." Xu Qingmo let Shen Wanqing sit down, and then started to stick in the branches.

These branches were cut by Xu Qingmo on the tree next to him. He lushly inserted those branches and leaves around the fire, which served as a shield, like a wall. In this way, even if there were people in the night around, he would not At a glance, you can see the specific situation near the fire.

Xu Qingmo then used those branches without leaves to build a simple drying rack near the fire.

After everything was plugged in, Xu Qingmo returned to Shen Wanqing again, completely flattened the area under her feet, and then cleaned up any stones and branches that could hurt Shen Wanqing's tender feet.

Finally, Xu Qingmo returned to the other side of the drying rack and said to Shen Wanqing: "Okay, now we are all alone, taking off the test clothes and drying them on top, so you can't see me and I can't see you. "

"Uh-huh." Shen Wanqing agreed obediently, and then undressed.

Although he knew the scenery next door was great, Xu Qingmo still resisted the idea of ​​peeking, began to take off his clothes, and then hung them on the clothes rack.

Xu Qingmo remembered the last time when he was on fire, when Lin Ruochu was attacked on the road, and when he was on a small island in the river, at that time Lin Ruochu and Shen Wanqing were all wet and had to take off their clothes to burn the fire.

History repeats itself after so long, but the people around are not Lin Ruochu, but Shen Wanqing.

Xu Qingmo quickly took off her clothes, wearing only a pair of underwear, and then when hanging clothes, suddenly two smooth filaments hanged from above, and lay on the face of Xu Qingmo impartially.

Xu Qingmo picked it up and saw that it was Shen Wanqing's stockings.

"Are you smelling my socks?" Shen Wanqing said suddenly, scaring Xu Qingmo's hands, and almost threw the stockings in her hands to the flames to burn them.

Xu Qingmo quickly released the stockings, and then came to understand, because of the light of the fire, Shen Wanqing could clearly see his shadow over there and know what he was doing.

Xu Qingmo faced the fire, and her face was a little awkward.

"Giggle." Seeing Xu Qingmo like this, Shen Wanqing laughed again. The laughter was as good as a silver bell. If Wang Xiaoshuang and Su Wanyu heard it, he would never believe that the pure and pleasant voice would be the tigress. Issued by the Minister of the Iceberg.

Xu Qingmo looked at the shadow of Shen Wanqing throwing on the clothes he was drying, and he was a little bit surprised. Shen Wanqing today showed such a little-known side because he was drunk, which is rare.

Think again, Shen Wanqing is like this, so what about Lin Ruochu, Xiao Chu is Lin Ruochu's true appearance, but it is only covered by Lin Ruochu's iceberg female president's mask.

"What are you thinking?" Shen Wanqing's voice approached, Xu Qingmo could feel, she was beside her, separated from her by only a few clothes.

"No, nothing." Xu Qingmo added a firewood to the fire.

"You are not thinking of me." Shen Wanqing seemed to see through Xu Qingmo's heart.

"..." Xu Qingmo was silent, and Shen Wanqing was so sensitive after being drunk.

"Hug me, OK," Shen Wanqing said, a rare little girl's coquettish smell in her voice.

Xu Qingmo looked at the projection on the clothes and slowly reached out his hand.

Xu Qingmo's hand stretched out from the gap between the clothes and was held by Shen Wanqing's hands.

Shen Wanqing held Xu Qingmo's hands and let her back lead around her waist.

Xu Qingmo touched the smooth skin with both hands, holding Shen Wanqing in her arms. Shen Wanqing leaned against Xu Qingmo's arms, but there was only a thin layer of clothing between Xu Qingmo's chest.

Xu Qingmo couldn't see Shen Wanqing, but was breathing with Shen Wanqing.

"It's warm." Shen Wanqing looked at the flames with emotion.

"Um." Xu Qingmo also said.

"If only I could continue this way," Shen Wanqing said again.

Xu Qingmo didn't speak. Society is a melting pot. When people speak out, they belong to the peace conference. Any future behaviors are part of the society. Thousands of people are ill, sad, and happy to form a society.

There are millions of people in Jinling City, and how many of them can really want to live their ideal life.

Shen Wanqing is the director of a large company. He has a large position and a high salary, but he still has to wear an iceberg mask. Only after he is drunk can he truly release himself.

And her first blurt dream after getting drunk was to want to fly so simple and so full of innocence.

Sitting in the open fire now seems simple, but Shen Wanqing can enjoy it several times.

Shen Wanqing is still like this, so what about Lin Ruochu?

Even Xu Qingmo, as a mercenary king, is not carefree now. For several years, his "Immortal Grace" has always been stuck there. Even now, with Ning Ningyun's constant double cultivation, can he finally borrow it? It is unknown whether this breaks the bottleneck.

In the night, the branches were broken, a pair of bonfires, a man and a woman, hugged each other across their clothes and hugged and slept.

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