Shen Liangsheng laughed loudly: "Miss Wen, don't talk nonsense, if I can't find a girlfriend, you have to be responsible." ”

Wen Yan smiled sweetly: "Mr. Shen is so handsome, I don't believe you don't have a girlfriend." ”

A woman's compliment is tantamount to an aphrodisiac for a man.

The curvature of the corners of Shen Liangsheng's mouth almost rose to the sky.

Xiao He looked indifferently at the pair of men and women in front of him flirting unscrupulously, frowned slightly, and turned around and walked in the direction of the dressing room.

Wen Yan smiled with a smile: "Mr. Shen, I'll go change my clothes first, and I'll be unaccompanied." ”

Shen Liangsheng was just about to say that I was going to change my clothes too, when he suddenly heard a lazy voice.

"Tsk, dogs can really be in heat all the time. ”

Shen Liangsheng turned his head to look, and when he saw the person coming, his smile instantly faded, his arms were crossed on his chest, his eyes were slightly squinted, his chin was slightly raised, and he sneered: "What, are you jealous?"

Yu Yu snorted coldly: "Self-inflicted affection is a disease, I wish you a speedy recovery." ”

When it comes to the most complicated relationships in the world, the ex is undoubtedly one of them.

Every time Shen Liangsheng and Yu Yu met, they either sarcastically mocked each other or sarcastically mocked each other, in short, none of them ended happily.

Wen Yan, who went to the locker room, didn't hear the conversation between the two, her attention was on the man in front of her.

Xiao He strode towards the men's locker room, and as soon as he pushed the locker room, a force suddenly pushed him hard behind him.

In the next moment, he was suddenly pushed in, and the wooden door made a muffled "bang".

Almost the moment the door closed, Xiao He turned around and grabbed the throat of the visitor.

Wen Yan felt a pain in his throat, and subconsciously grabbed the arm in front of him.

His arm was so solid that she couldn't shake it even with all her might.

Fortunately, the man in front of him let go of his hand in time.

"Wen Yan, have you had enough?" The man's eyes were cold, and there was still a ruthlessness that had not dissipated.

Wen Yan coughed lightly and rubbed his neck.

Her neck was delicate and white, and when he pinched it, the red marks were immediately revealed.

The physiological tears brought out by coughing in the corners of his eyes lined a pair of autumn-like eyes that were particularly moist and blurry.

She bit her lip lightly, glared at him with disgust, and her voice was soft and delicate: "Mr. Xiao, just kidding, you are so rude......"

Obviously the words of blame came out of her mouth, with a little softness, but it inexplicably made people think about it.

Xiao He's thin lips pursed slightly, frowning at the woman in front of him.

The fair and delicate skin is pink after exercise, the eyes are moist, the eyes are charming, and the slightly pursed cherry lips are soft and delicate.

There was a faint smell of perfume in the small dressing room, this smell was not unfamiliar to him, the first few times we met, this woman also had this perfume smell on her, faint, a little sweet.

Wen Yan stepped forward, grabbed the man's palm and covered his neck, and the tail of his eyes was raised, as if he was disgusted: "It hurts......"

As she spoke, she put her hand on the man's palm and rubbed her neck gently.

The skin under the palm of the hand is delicate and warm, and it feels better than the best satin, smooth and soft.

The man's eyes darkened, and he didn't rub it down, but he didn't withdraw his hand either, just frowned and looked coldly at the woman in front of him.

Wen Yan raised his hand, tapped his index finger between the man's eyebrows, and laughed in a low voice: "Why does Mr. Xiao frown every time he sees me?

The tone was a little aggrieved, but there was a smile on her face, making it impossible to figure out whether she was happy or unhappy.

Seeing that he didn't answer, she didn't care much.

The fingertips left his eyebrows, slid across the tip of his nose, and tapped the man's thin lips, tracing his lip line in a suggestive way.

The man in front of him had a face as heavy as water, his momentum was as majestic as a mountain, his black eyes were sharp, and he was not angry and arrogant.

Wen Yan didn't care, pursed her lips and smiled, like a cunning little fox.

"Mr. Shaw's lips are softer than I thought......" she tilted her head and whispered in his ear.

Warm breath, delicate voice, sweet tone.

Xiao He was still expressionless, but his lips pursed unconsciously.

Wen Yan smiled lowly, his forehead lightly rested on the man's shoulder, but one hand secretly slid towards his waist and abdomen.