Zhou Ling was so embarrassed by Qian Yushan's squeezing that he couldn't cry or laugh, and after handing his things to Rong Zheng, he said, "Aren't you going back with us?"

"I've borrowed you for so long, of course I want to return you to your husband. I'm not such a blind person, what if your husband is jealous and won't lend you to me next time? ”

Qian Yushan refused with a smile.

"I'm still a tool man, borrowed by the two of you and paid it back?" Zhou Ling feigned anger, and then put Qian Yushan's things in the back seat of the car without saying anything.

"It's so late, I don't feel at ease if you take a taxi alone. ”

Qian Yushan was helpless, so she could only look at Rong Zheng, "Little handsome guy, I don't dare to disobey your wife's orders." Haha, so I can only bother you a little more. ”

Rong Zheng was a little red by Qian Yushan's husband and wife, but he was very much called like this.

From the upturned corners of his mouth, you can see that he is in a very good mood.

However, facing Zhou Ling's good friend for the first time, Rong Zheng obviously dealt with it more clumsy and rusty.

Some said dryly, "I'm not angry. ”

Zhou Ling glanced at him angrily, "She's joking with you." You really hooked it up. ”

Sometimes Rong Zheng's uprightness really makes her angry and funny.

"Hahaha, okay, don't blame your family. Let's go, let's go, I really won't be able to get up tomorrow later!"

Zhou Ling smiled and got into the car with Rong Zheng, she sat in the co-pilot, and Qian Yushan sat in the back seat.

After getting in the car, Qian Yushan told Rong Zheng her home address.

Rong Zheng nodded, and then drove her home first.

Along the way, Qian Yushan kept pulling Zhou Ling to chat, and she was not idle for a moment.

Rong Zheng listened attentively, and only showed a gentle smile in response when talking about him.

Such a Zhou spirit seems to have been re-injected into the soul, smart and charming.

Rong Zheng kept thinking that if this person named Qian Yushan could make Zhou Ling laugh so defenselessly all the time, it would be good.

After sending Qian Yushan home, Rong Zheng slowly drove back to the home of the two of them.

Without Qian Yushan's atmosphere and oil, there was suddenly a little silence between the two.

"Xiao Ling, I heard her say a lot about your past just now. In the future, can you tell me too?"

Rong Zheng held the steering wheel in his hand and suddenly spoke.

His eyes flickered in front of him, as if he was afraid of Zhou Ling's refusal.

"Hmm, why do you suddenly want to hear about my past?"

"I just think, it's a pity. Rong Zheng lowered his eyes slightly, and his overly fair face was clearly visible under the light of the passing lights.

The narrow corners of the eyes curled with small fan-like eyelashes, and the slightly blue pupils seemed to contain a faint sorrow.

Zhou Ling suddenly felt that his thoughts were a step off topic, and the word beautiful and delicious was not an exaggeration.

A person like Rong Zheng with a perfect appearance is really pleasing to the eye with any kind of expression.

"Why?"

Fortunately, Rong Zheng's slightly frowning eyebrows finally made Zhou Ling realize that his thoughts had gone astray, and he hurriedly asked.

"Because of your past, without me. ”

Counting up, they have been together for no more than a year, and even Song Minghao and Wen Zhuo knew each other earlier than him.

Seeing a completely different side of Zhou Ling today, Rong Zheng suddenly realized how much he didn't know her.

In her long career in the past, there have been many various people around her, but there is no one named Rong Zheng.

So her memories of youth are all topics that he can't plug in.

He was somewhat desperate to know about her, her past, her memories.

It seems that only in that way can she be regarded as having a complete her, a real Zhou Ling.

Such literary and moving words came out of the mouth of Rong Zheng, a taciturn person, which really surprised Zhou Ling.

She was slightly stunned, then suddenly looked sideways out the window and stretched out a hand.

The night breeze brushed through her soft palms, soft and comfortable like the fluff of a kitten.

"You see, when this gust of wind has passed, it is over. No one in the world can hold the wind, just as we have never been able to hold the past time. Therefore, the past is just memories after all, and no matter how beautiful it is, it can't be grasped. Only the present and the future can be controlled. So why ignore the good things of the present for the sake of the time that has already dissipated?"

Rong Zheng looked out the window at her white and tender wrists, which were lightly covered with a layer of silver-white light veil by the moonlight.

He nodded as if he didn't understand, and his eyes were as ignorant and confused as when he had just entered the WTO.

For all emotions except love, Rong Zheng is as immature and curious as a newborn.

The complex human feelings in this world, as well as some strange memories of youth, made Rong Zheng feel at a loss, and he desperately wanted to integrate into Zhou Ling, which was the missing part for him.

The breeze fluttered in the distance, and everything seemed to have a sound.

When she got home, Zhou Ling didn't have time to wash and change clothes, and Rong Zheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall.

His eyes were as clear as the waters of a lake, but they had become ascetic and seductive because of the slightest lust.

It's like the spotless immortal who suddenly fell into lust and fell into the red dust.

Contradictory and confusing......

He lowered his head, and the distance between the two lips was very close, and he could feel each other's burning breath when he was close.

"I want you to have a me in your future stories. ”

His voice was slightly hoarse, like a glass of mellow red wine, with some intoxicating effect.

But what he said was childish and domineering, like a child's possessive desire for toys.

"You ......"

Zhou Linggang wanted to say something, but saw him suddenly bow his head, and instantly attacked the city domineeringly, encroaching on every corner of her mouth.

"Wow-"

The breeze and the shadows of the trees outside the window seem to be extraordinarily playful tonight, swaying, dappled with light and shadow.

In the dead of night, it was the fiery entanglement, and even the bright moon was shyly hidden in the clouds.

"I love you. ”

This low murmur was finally scattered in the thick black night, and it was dissipated in the broken moan/moan.

Zhou Ling, in the end, didn't hear this confession containing complex emotions.

In it, there is Rong Zheng's confusion and panic, as well as his stubbornness and affection.

He was afraid that she would not hear, but he was even more afraid that she would hear.

Hear, the uncertainty in his heart, hear, the whimsy that he wants to occupy every inch of soil in her heart.