她,到底要做什么? (第4/5页)

                   容岩心情甚好，笑的玩世不恭，拍拍秦宋的肩膀，暧昧的眨眨眼，“秦桑有没有能耐你还不清楚了？”                                                                                                             “靠！”                                                                                                             两声斥骂，两记扫堂腿。容岩倒在地上痛的龇牙咧嘴，“你们这群有异x没人x的混账东西！”                                                                                                             梁飞凡一整天都和杰森在一起叙旧。晚上说好了去喝酒，可心里总觉得不踏实。问顾烟在g什么，c一脸镇定的说，烟小姐在厨房做饭。                                                                                                             他陪着杰森喝了两杯还是赶了回去。顾烟果然在厨房，系着围裙忙碌的背影看的他心惊肉跳。                                                                                                             “怎么这么晚回来？晚饭吃过了么？”顾烟手里切着菜，微侧过脸来和他说话。梁飞凡伸手按住她手上的刀，“当心点！我来吧。”                                                                                                             顾烟用手肘轻轻推了他一下，“去洗手。”                                                                                                             梁飞凡洗了手过来，从后面圈着她，接过她手里的刀，一刀一刀的慢慢切。顾烟偏过头在他脖子上蹭了蹭，笑嘻嘻的。                                                                                                             梁飞凡心里又是一凉，嘭一声把刀扔的远远的，一把扳过她的身子，四目对望，他眼里全是火焰，“顾烟，你到底要做什么？”他宁愿她跟以前不高兴了的时候一样，哪怕闹的他头疼。她现在这样风平浪静混若无事，还主动下厨，他简直觉得毛骨悚然。她，到底要做什么？他有强烈的不祥预感。                                                                                                             顾烟歪着头认真思考了一会儿，“我想想，那天我也这样问你，你是怎么回答我的来着——哦，你说，我还没想好。我现在也是的啊，我还没想好要做什么。”捏着她肩膀的手一瞬间用力的她忍不住叫了出来，“你轻点呀！痛的。”                                                                                                             梁飞凡往下一蹲把她扛在了肩上，他大步的往楼上走，她倒着在他背上捶，笑闹尖叫。                                                                                                             衣服都是被他大力撕开的，顾烟使劲的挣扎助兴，其实她一向知道他喜欢什么，