Wen Yu pursed his lips and stared at the marks on Lu Yunzheng's chin, which seemed to be a little lighter than yesterday, but if he looked closely, it was still very clear, and his eyes sank a little.

Has the little wildcat tamed?, he asked.

Lu Yunzheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly rolled up and laughed, it's almost there.

Wen Yu's eyes deepened a little, is it the one you split your legs?

Lu Yunzheng then remembered that some time ago, Wen Yu asked him in the office if he had split his legs, and he admitted it neatly, licked the root of his teeth, and patted him on the shoulder. The tone was smiling: There is more than one little wild cat, and this one is disobedient and changes one.

The elevator sounded softly, and he stepped in first.

When he went downstairs, he took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and pressed it several times, but he couldn't light it.

Wen Qiao was angry with him, Wen Yu was angry with him, and even the lighter was deliberate.

He was so angry that he exhaled his cigarette and strode towards the car.

Halfway through, Meng Siyan called him over and over again, but he didn't hang up or answer, letting her bombard, and the number of missed calls jumped wildly.

Lu Yunzheng grinded his teeth and soared the speed of the car, wishing that he could stand in front of Wen Qiao in the next second.

It was also this incident that made him realize that he was in front of Wen Qiao. How out of control.

Wen Qiao took a taxi back to Hong Kong City, took a shower at the hotel, changed into clean clothes, and slept peacefully wrapped in a quilt.

She didn't wake up until it was dark.

Glancing at his phone, Wen Yu sent several WeChat messages.

Even with last night's bright red digital reminder, she didn't look at it and locked her phone.

Get out of bed, step on a soft carpet, and go to the fridge to find water to drink.

The doorbell rang.

Wen Qiao poured saliva, twisted the cap of the bottle and asked, "Who?"

Room service. Said the man outside the door.

Wincho was a little puzzled. What time is it, good room service, she looked through the cat's eye, it was indeed the hotel waiter, she picked up the bathrobe that was loosely covered with suspender nightdress.

Wen Qiaola opened the door, facing a pair of eyes as black as ink, and the next second, she quickly closed the door, her big palm propped up on the side of the door, and with a slight force, Lu Yunzheng broke in, pressed her against the wall, turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness.

Wen Qiao was so frightened that his whole body tensed, and his voice was shaking: Lu Yunzheng, what are you doing.

Lu Yunzheng's deep voice sounded, with a smile, what do you call me?

Get lost.

Why don't you call Brother Yun Zheng? he smiled.

Wincho struggled, eager to kick the man to death.

His flirtatious voice came from his ears: It's okay, when I do it with you in the future, you call me brother, I thought it was incest.

...... Shameless.

Lu Yunzheng's face was pressed closer, and his hot breath was pressed against his cheek, and Wen Qiao raised his foot and kicked it. He was suddenly pinched, pulled back, and fell into his arms, and the fragrance of bathing hit his bosom.

His lips were pressed to the side of his ear, and the hot air scraped across her ear, and he whispered: Don't be rough with me, I'm afraid I can't help but clean you up.

The tip of the tongue is dangerous and ambiguous.

Wen Qiao froze, his body tensed.

Seeing that she didn't react, Lu Yunzheng pinched her chin and looked up, her eyes were cold, lifeless, empty and numb.

Lu Yunzheng was frightened by her eyes, let go of his hand, and turned on the light.

Wen Qiao's hair was messy, and the bathrobe was pulled and collapsed on her arms, revealing half of her shoulders and thin nightdress suspenders, hanging on her smooth shoulders, Lu Yunzheng swept up along her shoulders and saw her crimson face and wet eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, as if he was being held by a big hand, and suddenly tightened, turning into a ball of fire, rushing towards his lower abdomen, he pulled his neckline, and his narrow eyes narrowed.

The white shoulders were reddened by the thin rope, which was particularly eye-catching, Lu Yunzheng looked at it again and again, the fire in his belly couldn't be suppressed, he lowered his head and leaned over. I want to kiss the red place.

Suddenly, Wen Qiao pulled, the bathrobe, and covered the place tightly, he turned his face sideways, looked at the root of his ear, and whispered: Mr. Lu. Don't dwell on it, it's ugly.

Lu Yunzheng pushed her into the sofa and sat on the coffee table opposite the sofa, knees to knees, leaning forward and supporting her shoulders with her hands. This action is very aggressive, and it prevents her from running at every turn. Looking down at Wen Qiao's face. The eyes, nose, lips, down is the white and fragile neck, and further down, there are the lines that are tightly covered by her.

When he thought of the truth again, the answers she said, her chest seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and she was panicked, has she ever been seen like this?

S。

Has S ever seen it?

She carried a pen engraved with his name all the time, and it must have been a lot of connection, and it was precisely because of this that when he saw the pen, his blood was ignited, boiling and rolling, regardless of the drive back.

Who is S? He gets straight to the point.

This imaginary enemy was not in his mind for a day and a half.

When Wen Qiao heard this name, his eyes became gentle. is different from what she looks at Wen Yu, it seems that she is still a little dependent, which makes Lu Yunzheng very unhappy.

He, yes, who? He pulled out the pen he had in his arms and pressed it against the table.

Wen Qiao glanced at the pen and suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth, you guess.

The two looked at each other. No one would budge, and there was a stalemate.

His Adam's apple rolled, he simply raised his hand to unbutton his collar, and said in a low and lazy voice: Let's talk?

Wen Qiao straightened up, looked him straight in the eye, and smiled, what are you talking about?

Or did you know that Wen Yu was going to confess to me, brought me to Hong Kong City, and moved me?

Her eyes were too cold, her words were too piercing, like knives, especially when she mentioned other men. Lu Yunzheng doesn't like to listen to it.

He pushed hard, pressed back on the sofa, and continued to stare at her as a ruler, it is impossible for you to be with Wen Yu and S.

Wen Qiao's face was expressionless, who could it be?

Lu Yunzheng's fingers tightened and pressed down a point. It took a long time before I spoke, in case it was me.

Wen Qiao smiled, Mr. Lu, we have held a banquet and passed by, you told me that it was all a show, you can't like me, okay, let's get divorced, and we will go half of the road to the sky. You also know that a woman like me rushes to get married, find someone to marry and have children.

Lu Yunzheng subconsciously pulled his neckline. He pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Wincho laughed again.

When she said this, her ears were red at the tips, and even her nose was red, and her eyes were wet, like a frightened fawn, but. The tender red mouth is not obedient, and always spits out cold words.

Lu Yunzheng leaned over, the tips of his noses touched, his eyes met, he reached out and rubbed her earlobe, and gradually dyed a thin layer of red, as red and lovely as her face.

He smiled evilly, his fingers moved from the earlobe to the back of his neck, his fingertips touched the slippery skin, and an electric current drilled into his fingertips, and he deliberately dragged his voice and asked: You want to get married and have children so much?

Wen Qiao lowered his gaze, his gaze swept over his waist and abdomen, and suddenly said with a smile: I am not young, I must be married and have children when I find a partner, otherwise play?

She stared into his eyes.

Lu Yunzheng approached and asked, have you also thought about marrying Wen Yu and having children?

Wen Qiao said: If you can get to that point, you will definitely think.

Her words completely aroused the fire in Lu Yunzheng's heart, and she asked in a suppressed voice: You think about others, why don't you think about me?

The big palm pressed against her neck, and he could kiss the disobedient mouth with a strong lift, of course he thought so, and wanted to do it, and his lips gradually moved closer. Blocked by Wen Qiao's palm, she hooked and smiled, I ...... Just love that piece of paper. Can you give it?

Lu Yunzheng was stunned.

The action of wanting to kiss her paused.

Wincho pushed him away and kicked him out the door.

Lu Yunzheng stood at the door, irritable,.

He thought he would never change his preferences in his life. likes to be arrogant and obedient, Wen Qiao doesn't have these qualities at all, but he is enchanted and is pinched to death by her.

Wincho slammed the door.

With a blank face, he walked back to the couch, sat down, and picked up the pen. Hold it up and look at it.

She took out her phone and clicked on Wen Yu's dialog box.

His latest one was to ask him if he had returned to Hong Kong

Wincho: Did what you said last night count?

Wen Yu: Which one?

Wen Qiao: Continue to be a friend and a brother.

Wen Yu: Count.

She didn't want to be ambiguous with Wen Yu, and gave him hope, she also thought about cutting off contact with him directly, it was cruel to look up and not look down, if she could return to a normal relationship, she still wanted to continue to be friends with Wen Yu.

Wen Qiao: I have some business, so I'll go back to Hong Kong first.

Wen Yu: Why don't you tell me, I'll go back with you.

Just finished. Meng Siyan's news came in.

Meng Siyan: Sister Wen Qiao, Brother Zheng has returned to Hong Kong City first, do you know what he is going to do?

Wen Qiao pursed his lips, these people are so selfish, Wen Qiao doesn't want to deal with any of them.

As soon as it was quiet, the tinkling on the computer rang.

Wen Qiao walked over and opened it to see Lu Yunzheng's avatar flashing.

Lu: What do you want to eat at night?

Lu: Do you want to go to the movies?