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Missy’s new love is white and black Chapter 1
Missy’s new love is white and black Chapter 1
Song Beian turned his stiff wrist, and lowered his head to find that the place where his feet were tied had blood stains.
The little black girl who was rescued by herself risking her death by her side was sleeping soundly.
She slandered the courageous girl in her heart, and slowly jumped to the window to watch the movement outside. Just now, when she heard the tribe’s unique celebration gongs and drums sounded, she secretly rejoiced in her heart. It seemed that the leader’s child was born safely. In this case, would I not be caught by them…?
She remembered that a few months ago, they saved a woman, a white man, who was poisoned by a propaganda film about the beautiful scenery of Africa on TV. They went on a backpacking trip alone, but they did not know what they did and offended the people of the local tribe.
When they were rescued, apart from the whole body injuries, even the mental state was out of order.
The local tribes collectively “enjoy” such “trophies.”
Thinking of this, Song Bei’an shuddered, thinking, impulsive, but this poor girl is right in front of her, how can she not save it?
The only thing I didn’t expect was that the food and dollars that were once everything else did not work this time.
Then, he was caught by these people, tied up roughly, and was thrown here with the poor girl.
At this time, Song Beian saw a group of people from the window, walking towards the house where she was closed, and Song Beian suddenly became nervous. Is this because she didn’t dare to think about it? A few months ago, that woman’s miserable appearance was in her mind. Flashed before my eyes.
A few people came in, violently pulled Song Bei’an from the ground, grabbed her arm and pushed it out.
Song Beian yelled in English: “If you treat me like this, it violates the international convention. You can’t do this.”
However, not to mention that these people do not understand English at all. Even if they understand, they will never put any international conventions in their eyes.
Song Bei’an was brutally brought to the chieftain by them. The entire tribe gathered together and lit a bonfire. The best food in the tribe was taken out, apparently entertaining the distinguished guests.
The chief was sitting at the highest table. There was another table not far from him. Song Beian accidentally saw an Asian.
Because he was sitting with his back to her, Song Beian couldn’t see his face.
She was thrown on the ground roughly. At this time, the interpreter of the tribe said to the Asian man in English: “Dear friend, you helped our heir be born smoothly. Since you don’t want other gifts as a thank you, then give this Asian woman to you. Be a slave.”
Only then did Song Bei’an realize that he had been given away by this group of African natives in a silly manner?
At this time, her mind was turning fast. How can this Asian come from a civilized society? How could it be better to fall into his hands than to fall into the hands of these savages?
The interpreter waved to the natives around her, and Song Beian was caught by them like a chicken and threw it in front of the man.
Song Beian fell down in front of the man, her face on the ground, like a dog eating shit, she sighed secretly in her heart, who could have thought of it? The dignified Miss Song will also be reduced to such a point, no one really believes it.
She hadn’t had time to look up to see the face of her so-called “master”.
I heard the man speak, also in English: “If this is the case, then accept this gift yourself, and ask the translator to convey your gratitude to the chief.”
He speaks English very well. The important thing is that his voice is really magnetic and very nice.
Although Song Beian didn’t see his face, he was attracted by this voice.
It’s been a long time since I heard such a sound that moved her heart, she thought.
In other words, there seems to be someone who can make such a heart-warming voice. Thinking of that person, his name rolled over Song Bei’an’s heart and throat. She secretly laughed at herself as being stupid, and after so many years, she still couldn’t escape.
Stretching one hand over, Song Bei’an could see that hand clearly. It was slender and strong, with distinct joints.
The hand squeezed Song Bei’an’s chin and put her face up, Song Bei’an could see the person’s face clearly.
At that moment, she began to suspect that she had hallucinations, that face seemed to be the same as she remembered, but it was different from the pale to pale face in the past.
Now, this face has a little more healthy barley color, but it is still that good-looking.
Song Beian couldn’t think that they would meet again on such an occasion.
When they first separated, Song Beian had imagined countless times in his heart that in what kind of environment they would meet again.
After all these years, time has wiped out Song Bei’an’s unrealistic and secret fantasies little by little. When she had begun to get better, when she thought she had come out, she once again met Fu Xiuyuan.
Fu Xiuyuan squeezed her chin, and even a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: “Follow me, if you want to open it.”
Hearing this sentence, Song Bei’an shuddered severely. She couldn’t imagine that Feng Shui would take turns, and there would be such a day when Fu Xiuyuan would say this sentence in front of her.
This was the first sentence they said, the first sentence Song Beian said to him.
At that time, Song Bei’an was standing in Fu Xiuyuan’s consultation room. Song Bei Anbu I said to Fu Xiuyuan, who was standing in front of her, a head higher than him, “Follow me, if you want to open it as you wish.”
Song Beian will never forget Fu Xiuyuan’s expression at the time, shocked, unbelievable, and ashamed.
Now, on this vast African savannah, Fu Xiuyuan will pinch her chin and say this again as her master.
Song Beian’s eyes flushed, turned his head to avoid Fu Xiuyuan’s hand, and said nothing.
Fu Xiuyuan smiled and didn’t force her.
He just said in a voice that only the two of them heard: “Unexpectedly, Miss Song would have fallen to this point.”
Song Bei’an replied coldly: “I didn’t expect that I would meet Doctor Fu here, that is, going to such a remote place can make Doctor Fu rise to the sky in one step.”
Fu Xiuyuan was not angry, but suddenly smiled. Looking at his smile, Song Bei’an still felt the same emotion as before.
Sure enough, no matter how long time has passed, how much love and hatred there has been between himself and him, Song Bei’an will never be able to resist Fu Xiuyuan’s beauty.
Fu Xiuyuan pulled Song Bei’an to sit down beside him.
The chief picked up the wine toasted by the woman next to him, happily raised the wine glass in his hand, and spoke a toast in the local dialect.
The translator sat next to Fu Xiuyuan and translated it to him. The general idea was that the gods sent Fu Xiuyuan to help them, so that the tribe got an heir. The birth of tribal heirs means that the tribe will continue to live.
The indigenous people began to shout loudly, men, women and children began to dance, and the atmosphere gradually pushed to a climax.
A group of revealingly dressed African women rushed up and sat beside a few distinguished men, and two sat beside the chief.
Other people, including the translator’s side, also made one.
Two women wanted to sit next to Fu Xiuyuan. Fu Xiuyuan waved his hand to reject them, then pointed to Song Bei’an next to him, indicating that there was someone next to him.
The two women sat down beside the others in disappointment.
The woman sitting next to the chief took a big sip from the wine glass, and wrapped her body softly around the chief’s body, and slowly fed the wine in her mouth.
Those women followed suit one after another, feeding the wine into the mouths of the men around them, mouth-to-mouth.
The chief looked at these female slaves and laughed with satisfaction.
Suddenly, I noticed that the Asian female slave sitting next to Fu Xiuyuan didn’t feed his distinguished guests.
Suddenly furious, he threw the wine glass in his hand fiercely and smashed it in the face of Song Bei’an.
Song Bei’an was caught off guard. When she watched the wine glass about to hit her face, she couldn’t dodge it at that moment. The only thought in her heart was that it’s okay to die, don’t disfigure her face.
However, the expected pain did not strike, she only saw one person leaning forward and blocking her front.
At that moment, Fu Xiuyuan stood up abruptly, turned around, hugged Song Bei’an, the wine glass hit his back heavily.
The cup broke into several pieces in an instant, and one of them was swept across Fu Xiuyuan’s neck. Fortunately, it didn’t go deep, but it also cut through the skin and bleeds.
Seeing this change, the translator hurriedly stood up and pulled Fu Xiuyuan up on the ground.
The chief saw that it was not the slave girl who hit the cup, but his distinguished guest. Suddenly, he was anxious and called out a few big men in native language.
The strong African man came up and couldn’t help but grab Song Bei’an and drag him out.
Fu Xiuyuan grabbed her and asked her sideways what was going on with the translation?
The interpreter explained to him that the chief felt that it was the female slave who had not served her well, so that he injured his distinguished guest, and that he had to take this ignorant female slave down for a good lesson.
Hearing the words of a good lesson, the look of the poor white woman in Song Beian’s heart flashed in her heart instantly.
She almost didn’t even think about it, she made a decision in an instant. She grabbed the wine glass on the table, took a big gulp, turned around, held Fu Xiuyuan’s face, mouth to mouth, and transferred the wine from her mouth to his mouth. Go inside.
Isn’t it a kiss? What’s the matter? She thought to herself that she and Fu Xiuyuan had done something more intimate than this.
Fu Xiuyuan was stunned by Song Bei’an’s behavior. He felt her slightly cool and trembling lips, and the spicy wine slowly flowed into his mouth.
Everything came so quickly that Fu Xiuyuan didn’t have time to carefully savor the secret happiness and joy in his heart after the reunion.
In this way, he had close contact with Song Bei’an.
At this moment, his heart suddenly smiled, Song Bei’an is still Song Bei’an, even after countless changes and long periods of time, after countless tortures, she is still in her bones the proud, fearless Miss Song.
The feeling of interdependence between lips and teeth made the two people seem to have returned to those happy and painful years in an instant. Although the wine in their mouths had been fed, just when he felt that Song Beian was about to leave his lips, Fu Xiuyuan suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed Song Beian’s back, and then deepened. Gave this kiss.
