第(6/8)节                                                                                      “梁飞凡！”顾烟跺脚，娇声喊他的名字。他的脚步不由得一滞。顾烟连忙追了上去，双手搂住他的手臂，赖皮的吊着。梁飞凡身t有些颤抖，看着她的眼有些泛红。顾烟的心一下子软了，带着线帽的脑袋贴上去蹭蹭他的胳膊，“梁飞凡……”                                                                                                            “你……抱着我g什么？”他说话的声音很难听，颤抖，嘶哑，压抑。                                                                                                            顾烟装可ai嘟着嘴，又蹭了蹭他。梁飞凡眉眼更热了，想起这些天来的煎熬，又恨si了眼前难得扮可ai讨好他的nv人。轻轻甩了她两下，她抱的si紧，怎么也不松手。                                                                                                            机场里来来往往的行人看着红衣服的美丽nv孩子缠着高大俊朗的男子，以为又是一出王子与公主的纠缠，都会心一笑各自走开。                                                                                                            这个每天不断上演离别和重逢的地方，这些都是司空见惯的事情。                                                                                                            ai情，真的有千百种样子。                                                                                                            “放开！”                                                                                                            “不放！就不放！有本事你把我摔地上！”                                                                                                            “哼！”                                                                                                            “梁飞凡……”                                                                                                            “g嘛？”                                                                      
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