It hurt to hit his back against the wall, but it hurt more than the force on his shoulder, and his strength was too heavy, heavy enough to crush her.

The next second, he grabbed her cheek, lifted it up, lowered his head, and blocked her lips in a pose.

Wen Qiao struggled, the man's hands pressed against the base of her ears, his fingertips strained, and his tongue unceremoniously pushed in.

With a surging craving.

The feeling of haunting dreams has finally become a reality.

Wen Qiao pushed him away with separate hands. He grabbed it and cut it on his back waist, pressed it with his big palm, and fell into his arms with a forceful lift.

Wen Qiao's eyes widened, and she was frightened, like a kitten with sharp claws, struggling indiscriminately, but unfortunately, her fingertips were trimmed round and neat, scratching the skin and leaving punctures, like scratching the boots, which could not have any deterrent effect.

Lu Yunzheng grabbed her hand and pressed it against the wall.

There was a lot of noise outside, and after Wen Yu finished singing, the people in the audience screamed at the top of their voices.

He was saying something gently, Wen Qiao couldn't hear it clearly, and every word changed into a buzzing beep. Echoing in your ears.

Lu Yunzheng had never lost his mind like this, when he rushed back desperately, the moment he probed in, many things got out of control.

The tip of his tongue felt a hint of saltiness before he let go of her, panting against her forehead. When I opened my eyes, I saw the water in her eyes, the tears that were about to fall, and the tip of her red nose. and the corners of his mouth that he bit hard. He looked up at each other, and her eyes were terrified, as if she had fallen into great fear.

Lu Yunzheng's heart was suffocated, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of her mouth, pressed the wound with his fingertips, suddenly got closer, and asked in a dumb voice: Don't promise Wen Yu, huh?

Wen Qiao came back to his senses, raised his hand and fanned it, and there was a snap, which was extremely crisp.

It's a pity that the crisp sound is covered by the huge sound on the stage.

Lu Yunzheng licked the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were also bitten by her, but seeing Wen Qiao's tears falling, his heart seemed to be opened, and some indescribable feelings poured out.

Wen Qiao pushed him away and ran to the bathroom, lying on the sink to catch water and rinse her mouth, her heart pounding painfully, and she propped herself on the sink. Hanging his head and panting.

Consciousness gradually converged, she raised her eyes to look at the mirror, because of Lu Yunzheng's admiration for a wonderful kiss, her cheeks were crimson, and the corner of her mouth was broken, slightly red and swollen.

Is Lu Yunzheng a dog?

Wen Qiao poured water on the wound and wiped it with paper, which made his lips look no different.

If you give ......

I saw it for Wen Yu.

His heart sank suddenly, and Wen Qiao lay weakly on the washstand, holding cold water to pour his face.

Wen Yu is so good......

There were cheers on the stage, and at the same time, the sound of Yu came to my ears.

Wincho.

He called out to her on the stage, his voice warm and warm, but at this time, it made Wen Qiao feel a sense of frustration like falling into an ice cellar.

Suddenly, this narrow area made her feel suffocated like drowning, and she wanted to escape, escape to catch fresh air.

Wen Qiao turned off the faucet, her back straightened inch by inch, the cheers outside were approaching, she knew that she couldn't hide, so she had to go out and face it.

Taking a deep breath, her gaze became firm and clear, didn't she just want an answer?

She returned to her booth and stood quietly. Look at the man waving and smiling at her on stage.

There was no moment of calmer than it is now.

Wincho. Wen Yu shouted.

Wen Qiao smiled at him.

Wen Yu's eyes bent up, like a crooked crescent moon, he held the microphone and said solemnly: Qiaoqiao, my Qiaoqiao. I have a lot to say to you.

He was so nervous that the sound of swallowing came out of the microphone, whether you believe it or not, I really like you. I am willing to use all my love to make up for every day I was late. You...... Will you give me this chance?

He looked at Wen Qiao with sincerity, eager to stuff all the good things he had into her.

He's ready.

Only she is prepared for the rest of her life.

Wen Qiao curled the corners of her mouth, she blinked, and turned to go downstairs.

Wen Yu jumped down from the stage, split the crowd and walked towards Wen Qiao, stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful, and watched Wen Qiao snatch the door out.

Lu Yunzheng propped himself up on the second floor, staring at the door faintly, licking the corners of his mouth, the sweet taste.

Wincho ran out of the bar, the hot wind coming in her head, she crossed her arms, and felt extremely cold.

Teeth chattering.

Legs tremble.

She breathed a sigh of relief and walked back briskly. If you can't go back to the hotel at this time, Wen Yu will definitely chase you to the hotel.

She hadn't figured out how to face him yet.

Wen Qiao walked all the way to the moat of the commercial street, went down the steps, and sat down with his help.

All the strength of the body is gone. At the moment, my hands and feet are weak.

The phone vibrates in the pocket.

She pulled it out and looked at it.

Lu Yunzheng: Where have you been, let's talk.

Wen Qiaogang was going to edit.

Wen Yu's phone jumped out.

She put her phone aside, covered it, and waited until it stopped over there before she picked it up.

Click on Wen Yu's dialog box.

Wen Qiao: I'm sorry Wen Yu.

The other end guarded her with a general message, almost a second gray voice, Wen Qiao, is it time to apologize, where are you going?

Wincho: I'm a little tired, and I want to be alone. I'm sorry.

Wen Yu: Did I scare you? I'm not going to force you, Jojo, I'll wait for you.

Wen Qiao: It has nothing to do with you, it's me, Wen Yu. Let's be friends.

The other end suddenly didn't look back.

Wen Qiao could also guess how uncomfortable Wen Yu was, but what to do!

In the middle of the night, the phone flashed.

Wen Yu: Okay, I'll listen to you. I can't be a couple, I'm still your brother Wenyu.

Wen Qiao pinched his phone, bent down to hug his legs, his forehead rested on his knees, and buried his head in order to sort out his emotions.

On the other end of the phone.

Lu Yunzheng lingered at the door of Wen Qiao's room, and met Wen Yu head-on, and Wen Yu was stunned. As if sensing something, he walked over quickly.

Brother Zheng, did you say anything to Wen Qiao?

Lu Yunzheng was taking out a cigarette, and his hand stopped undetectably, a few seconds later. Take out a cigarette and stuff it in your mouth, bite your head and tilt your head, and light it.

He bit down on his cigarette mouth, a smile welling up in his chest, what could I say to her.

I've made it all.

Wen Yu looked at him a few times, his eyes fell on a slender red mark on his neck, and he opened his mouth, what's the matter with your neck?

The slender one looks like it was scraped out with a sharp weapon, and it looks like it was scratched out by a fingernail.

Wen Yu's heart sank suddenly, his eyes became a little colder, and he pursed his lips and waited for a reasonable answer.

Lu Yunzheng originally forgot about it, but suddenly remembered that the kiss was so hard that Wen Qiao did scratch him, and he couldn't see what it looked like, there was a slight pain, he pulled his collar, and smiled again: Is there it?

Wen Yu realized that it was not just on the neck. There are also slender red marks on the chin, but they are shorter than those on the neck, and they are quite ambiguous.

Lu Yunzheng frankly admitted: Oh, hooked up with a little wild cat, it's quite strong. Scratched.

Wen Yu's eyes trembled, and he asked in a tight voice: Little wild cat? What kind of little wild cat?

He knows Lu Yunzheng, he never touches women outside, even a daughter like Meng Siyan, he is just acting on the spot. Maybe kissing doesn't exist.

How could he.

Lu Yunzheng bit the cigarette and said vaguely: Very flavorful little wild cat. Why, you are allowed to fall in love, and I am not allowed to find a woman?

Lu Yun Zheng talked nonsense with him in a fog, and then sent him away.

He pulled out the cigarette and put it in his hand, took out his mobile phone and dialed it to Wen Qiao.

Hello, the phone you are calling is on a call. A mechanical voice alert sounds.