Chapter 056 Crying with Joy

"With Ziqi Donglai and Huang Tian Wudao help, although I don't know what they will play, I believe that Ximen Xiaoqing will not be better." I played with the goblet in my hand, looked at the bright red ** inside, and said faintly, "As for the side of the four seas, it may be a little difficult to deal with. The national chain of Qingcheng Hotel, with the strength of our Haitian Network Technology Co., Ltd., is not their opponent at all. That's right, even if the interests in the game are lost. What can you do? Don't let the city hurt your muscles and bones.

"It's not a matter of overnight to deal with Qingcheng. It's useless for you to be in a hurry now." Su Danniu raised the teacup and had another drink with us. She said lightly, "I think what you should do now is to take the opportunity to accumulate money. When the company achieves a stable profit, and then ask Ziqi Donglai, the goods have been rolling in the mall for so many years, and there must be a way."

"Now... that's all I can do." I didn't understand the means of these shopping malls at all, so I had to nod with a wry smile,

"Oi, I've finished eating." At 12:30, Su Duniu put her chopsticks on the table, then went back to the room to pick up her bag and said to us, "I'm going out now and come back at five or six o'clock... Well, you have an afternoon to do what you should do, just... Don't leave evidence afterwards. I'm upset."

After Su Daniu finished speaking, she waved her hand and left the room without looking back, leaving me and the little red-faced Mandala looking at each other.

"Well, Sister Su is Sister Su, and she is still so domineering." I coughed awkwardly twice and peeked at the mandala.

"She's just like that. Don't you understand?" Mandala held his cheeks in his small hand and said lazily, "Wang Zai, you seem to be very annoyed."

"Is there any trouble?" I swallowed my saliva and said,

Get along with the mandala and drink a little wine. What happened to her in the early morning instantly came to my mind.

"Yes, it's all written on the face." Mandala smiled and said, "Don't you know how to deal with the relationship between Su Qin, me, Xinxin, and Xiao Tingting?"

"Well..." I was worried by the mandala. I poured myself a glass of wine and sighed as I tasted it, "You don't talk about one person, hey, the god of falling flowers."

"Chen Yun." Mandala nodded: "I really forgot her."

"Yes, it's messy." I looked at the mandala: "If only these things hadn't happened. Maybe I would have taken you back to my hometown in the Northeast. Let's live quietly."

"Fuck you, don't fool me here." Mandala curled his lips and smiled, "I remember that Su Qin is your mother's daughter-in-law. I'm just your [sister]. What's wrong with taking me back?"

"My sister can also become a wife." Perhaps because of drinking, Mandala's quiet little face actually had a jealous charm, and my heart beat faster,

"I don't expect to be your wife. In the future, I will be a secretly underground lover for you, and I will be satisfied." Although Mandala had a smile on his face, his voice was still full of unconcealed bitterness when he said this.

"Sister Man, you really pursue so much." I gritted my teeth and said, "If you want, then wait for me to finish my revenge. Let's both delete the number and go back to my hometown in Northeast China to get married."

"Are you sure?" Mandala's little face trembled and then looked at me seriously.

"I'm sure." A stream of blood surged into my heart, and I was also excited and grabbed the little hand of the mandala: "I admit that I'm very obscene, ambiguous with other girls, and even fantasized about having some super-friendly relationships with them, but... only when I'm with you, I really feel at home."

Mandala was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but maybe she thought that there were only two of us in the room at this time. She struggled a little and gave up.

"Sister Man, do you still want to think about it?" Mandala's little hands are delicate and soft, I said dryly,

"Wang Zai, I'm glad to hear that, but I also said that I won't marry you." Mandala's eyes were full of obsession: "I'm telling the truth. If you have been divorced, you will know that that little book is dispensable in our eyes."

"Sister Man, I don't think this is fair to you." I'm a little anxious,

"What's so unfair?" Mandala smiled and said, "You men, no matter how good your wife is, it is inevitable to go out to cheat for a long time. Besides, there are too many girls who like you. Wouldn't I be more worried after I marry you?"

"Sister Man, you know me. I'm not the kind of person who forgets lust." I'm a little unhappy,

"How dare you say that if you didn't get out of control after drinking, how could you get a room with Mu Yan? How could you be caught?" The mandala looked at me with some complaints,

"Well..." I suddenly stopped saying,

"I have nothing to say." Mandala smiled and said, "Actually, I don't blame you. Sometimes people can't control themselves at all, just like last time, if I hadn't behaved carelessly, such a thing would not have happened. Now, with your continuous development, you will have more and more wealth in the future, and you will meet more and more girls. Can you guarantee Don't you care every time?"

Seeing that I didn't speak, Mandala finally sighed softly, "So, instead of worrying so much for you, I might as well be a little lover quietly. If you don't mind in the future, let's have a child, so that my life will be complete."

"Sister Man, I'm really not worth it for you." I said from the bottom of my heart,

"It doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not. If I were a 20-year-old unmarried girl, I might be jealous of falling flowers, Su Qin and others, but I won't be jealous now." Mandala handed me her cup: "You know what is the most important thing for me. It's not how much money you have or how many women you have. It's enough to think of me and be with me when you're sleepy and tired."

"Sister Man, I..."

"Ok, don't say anything. Drink this glass of wine and go to sleep for a while." Mandala didn't let me talk more at all and handed the cup to my mouth.

"Hmm." Mandala's eyes are firm. I can't refuse. I drink it gently.

After dinner, at the request of the mandala, I returned to my room and recalled what the mandala had said over and over again. I'm afraid that I will never meet a second woman like her in my life. The more I think so, the more I feel that the mandala is most suitable to be my wife. The impulse to take good care of him in his arms surged into my heart crazily,

Although I drank a little wine, I was just dizzy. Where did I get sleepy? I rolled over and over in ** for almost an hour. I gritted my teeth fiercely, jumped up from ** and strode to the door of the mandala room.

I tremblingly put my hand on the doorknob, and I turned it gently. As I expected, the mandala did not lock the door at all. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and I stepped in.

The one where Mandala lives is a baby room with only one single bed. When I went in, she had already changed into pajamas and was bending over and folding the clothes she had changed.

"Wang Zai, why did you get in?" When Mandala saw me appear at the door, there was no special accident. He just looked up at me.

"Sister Man." From my point of view, I could just look at the fullness of her chest from the neckline. I swallowed my saliva, locked the door, and walked to her stiffly.

Mandala was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to know what I was going to do. A surprise flashed in her eyes, but she took two steps back: "You drank too much. In case Suqin comes back in the afternoon, you will die."

"If you die, just die." After all, Mandala is a married woman. Her ** power towards men is by no means comparable to Su Qin and others. I walked to her regardless, stretched out my arms, and hugged her tightly in my arms: "Sister Man."

"Wangzai, you are too bold." Mandala's body stiffened at first, and then relaxed. His hands naturally wrapped around my waist: "I know, I've been suffering hard these days."

"It's not hard, it's all my due retribution." My hand gently stroked the back of the mandala, and my lips kissed her cheeks, neck, and even didn't want to say more.

"Wang Zai..." Perhaps also under the stimulation of alcohol, the mandala was short of breath, and there was a hoarseness in his voice,

At this moment, there is no need for too many words at all. ** The neat clothes that were originally folded fell to the ground. I slowly hugged the mandala and fell on **. When I trembled and covered the soft fullness on her chest, the mandala suddenly took a deep breath and grabbed my hand and unbuttoned her pajamas.

Strong and full, smooth and greasy initial condensation, slender **, natural, accompanied by a gentle hum of enjoyment of mandala, the whole bedroom, surrounded by lingering sounds, lasting for a long time,

After 40 minutes,

"Sister Man, why are you crying?" Tears flowed from the corners of the beautiful woman's eyes in my arms. I stretched out my index finger to wipe it off her and said carefully, "Am I too fierce to make you cry?"

"Fuck you." Mandala was angry with me and reached out and pinched my thigh: "It's not the first time. No matter how powerful you are, you can make me cry. I'm... so happy."

"If you are happy, you will cry." My hand restlessly covered the bulge somewhere in the mandala.

"Of course, haven't you ever cried with joy?" Mandala grabbed my hand and didn't let me move: "You know, during the period when you leave, I often wake up in the middle of the night... I'm afraid that you don't want me, and I'm afraid that you will never appear in front of me again... I..."

"Fool, didn't I come back?" The loving mandala was held in his arms: "Sister Man, we will always be together."

"Hmm." Mandala clung to my chest: "Wang Zai, I'm so happy."

"Me too." Kissing the forehead of the mandala, I said,