Jiang Mi raised his hand to wipe the water stains at the corner of his mouth, and looked at him silently through the mirror.

He didn't speak, and she didn't take the initiative to say hello.

A few seconds later, Meng Ting took out a cigarette from the pocket of his expensive black coat, bowed his head slightly, lit it with a "click", and took a deep breath.

"Don't dream unrealistically, it's just a child's house. ”

He spat lightly, and in the smoke, he whispered softly.

Although the tone is light, there is some coercion that cannot be refuted.

Jiang Mi sniffed a little danger, but just turned around leisurely, met him face to face, and raised his clear eyes to look at him.

"Then, Meng Gongzi even has to take care of the house? No wonder people are unhappy. ”

He narrowed his eyes slightly at her.

She wasn't afraid of him.

Feeling her provocation, Meng Ting's deep eyes flashed, and then he raised his hand and pinched a cigarette on the trash can on the side, and then looked at her.

"Whether it matters or not, in the end, I will come forward to solve it, after all, there are many women like you who don't know the height of the sky every day. ”

Meng Ting said lightly, there was no trace of emotion in his tone, his eyes wandered around her, and suddenly stretched out his big hand and stroked her tightly bound waist.

Jiang Mi didn't expect him to come like this, and the hairs on his body stood up instantly.

His fingers were rough and cold, skimming her skin and making her shiver.

"I can't see that Meng Gongzi is so good at playing, I'm not happy to play with those immature children," she gathered her heart and smiled at him, "I just like your kind of maturity, what, do you want me to come out?"

The big hand slid all the way down to her thigh and stopped.

Meng didn't speak, and the next second, she pulled out the mobile phone she had tied to her lap.

The whole action is smooth, obviously so close, but there is no trace of desire.

As if she wasn't a woman.

Jiang Mi was a little stronger, leaning on the wall in a variety of ways, watching him catch a glimpse of the wallpaper, his eyes did not tremble at all.

"Looks like you know me. ”

He lowered his eyes and looked at the photo on the screensaver, familiar and unfamiliar.

The young man in the photo has a sunny and immature eyebrow, and his eyes are bright and smiling.

Except for the same face, it's different anywhere.

Like him, but not like him.

Jiang Mi's breathing was slightly difficult, but his face did not loosen for half a minute.

"I think about it too much, how can I know such a powerful character as you? My ex-boyfriend just looks alike. ”

She explained with a smile.

Then she took a drunken step closer to him, her slender hand resting on his broad shoulder.

"But, Mr. Meng, when I see you, I think of him, I want to hold hands with him, kiss, and ...... Go to bed. ”

The mellow smell of wine in her mouth sprinkled on the tip of his nose as if out of nowhere, and her straightforward and bold words were true, but as long as a man was a man, that little flame would always go high.

Meng Ting's eyes were extremely cold, and he didn't avoid it, but he didn't react to her teasing.

Jiang Mi smiled at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Also, you're not him. ”

Those memories are all gone, after all, except for this person.

He looked at her like she was a stranger.

It's pretended, it's quite similar.

The wrist suddenly tightened, Meng Ting reached out and grabbed her right hand, unlocked it with her fingerprints, and clicked on the screen with her slender fingers, and then blocked Meng Xiao's WeChat.

"This is my first and last warning to you," Meng Ting's voice was cold as he threw his phone onto the sink, "don't set yourself on fire." ”

Jiang Mi blinked, looking at him with burning eyes.

"Mr. Meng, if I don't cause you trouble, it's okay, I have one condition. ”

She smiled and raised her hand, her fingertips drawing circles around his chest.

"Tonight, sleep with me. ”