"I don't know what you're talking about. ”

Chen Qiao looked ahead, the light was red, and the car was slowing down.

"You know what I'm talking about. He demolishes her mercilessly. This made Chen Mofei a little unable to get off the stage, and his face couldn't help but be annoyed.

"We're not as promiscuous as you. She finally found the words to fight back.

Chen Qiao didn't mind very much, he grinned again.

"I'm true to my body, and I'm true to my feelings. What about you? Under the banner of holiness, you hurt the people around you and use them as your pawns and shields. You're saying you're nobler than me?"

Chen Mofei trembled with anger.

"We -----," she immediately realized she had said the wrong thing, "I didn't." ”

"Really?" Chen Qiao poked at the point. "What about Kang Ruoran? Kang Ruoran was here just now, when she put your hand in my palm, why didn't you explain it to her? What are you hiding from you? What are you afraid of?"

"Chen Qiao!"

"Tut-tut. Chen Qiao stretched out his hand and touched her face with lightning speed, "My little cutie." He said, "Annoyed and angry?"

"Only those who have demons in their hearts will be angry and ashamed. He made up for it.

Chen Mofei looked out the window and decided to shut himself up. She felt that silence was the best answer.

Chen Qiao sent her to the door.

"Don't you invite me in and sit?" He looked at her eyes eagerly and coldly, and Chen Mofei didn't dare to look at her.

"It's too late. She shut, but he closed it.

"Have you forgotten the night you volunteered to come to my house?" he stared at her, making her feel uncomfortable. "Or did I have a value that night, and you knew you must be safe with me?"

Chen Mofei felt that Chen Qiao was a little nonsense, and most importantly, his nonsense was not unreasonable. So she wanted to end the conversation faster.

"It's too late. Again, she stressed, "You should go back to rest earlier." She strained her hands to close the door.

Close the door first.

But her strength will never be as great as Chen Qiao's. Chen Qiao opened the door, and then let himself slip in, like a fish sliding into the water.

This time, Chen Mofei didn't need it, Chen Qiao closed the door with his backhand.

"You ......"

He couldn't help but say that he was about to kiss her, holding her face, and he no longer wanted to hear this woman quibble for herself, and say any more nonsense to herself.

Chen Mofei pushed him hard, but found that his strength seemed insignificant in front of this man, like a mud cow entering the sea. She had to shut her mouth and try to keep him from succeeding. Then his hand came up and pinched her chin.

For a second, Chen Mofei wanted to sink in the arms of this man like this. For so many years, she didn't need it, physically, emotionally, she didn't want everyone to call her an old pervert, she was not a pervert, and she had never been perverted, she was just too attached to the past.

Sometimes she can't even tell whether she is obsessed with Liunian or can't get along with herself, and she can't even figure out whether she hates Liunian's gullibility very much, or hates Liunian for abandoning herself easily.

Chen Mofei's arm wrapped around Chen Qiao, she could. She told herself, and then her hand slipped into his shirt, against his skin, Chen Qiao's gasp became heavy, he shortened slightly, and picked her up, Chen Mofei crossed his legs around his waist.

The two of them hugged and kissed, and stumbled all the way until Chen Qiao slammed the door open and threw her on the double bed.

Chen Mofei sat up.

In the dark, Chen Qiao looked at her motionlessly.

"I'm sorry. She said, putting her hand in her hair.

Chen Qiao's sneer was like a firework, which turned into ashes in an instant and was left behind in the endless night. He was hesitating whether he should take the next step.

But she was really cold.

Chen Qiao turned around, walked a few steps, leaned over, picked up the coat that had just been peeled off by his own hands from the floor, and put it on.

"Lock the doors and windows. He turned his back to her, and then Chen Mofei heard the door be softly shut, and the room was quiet again. The darkness and loneliness of the fire took the opportunity to pounce on her, baring her fangs, as if to tear her whole person apart.

She had to stand up, and then turn on the lights, and when all the lights were on, she felt a little more at ease.

Chen Qiao went out and found that he couldn't fulfill the promises he had made to Kang Ruoran. He made a phone call, and there were hundreds of women waiting for him on his phone.

He clicked on the contact information of one of them and gave his address. Half an hour later, when he arrived home, there was a steaming woman's body at his doorstep, eager to sacrifice to him.

He grabbed the other party's hair tightly, it was a long-haired woman, with a delicate figure, and her voice was as graceful as a yellow warbler.

As a man, he felt that he couldn't live up to any woman who met him. But that time he demanded it from the other party until he was exhausted.

After the incident, he lit a cigarette after the fact, and began to hate himself, and began to hate Liu Nian, and then began to hate Chen Mofei, and in the end, he realized that he was actually hateless. The woman had finished her shower and climbed into his bed again, but he gently pushed her away, then took a wad of powder bills from his wallet and handed it over.

The woman gently pushed the money back.

"I'm not here for that. ”

"I know. He let out a long puff of smoke, "Go buy something you like, I don't have time to buy it for you." He said.

The woman kissed him on the cheek, then looked naked for her lost clothes, and when each one was back on, she walked out of the room.

"Would you like to turn off the lights for you?" she asked thoughtfully.

He squinted at her and shook his head slowly. Then he asked thoughtlessly.

"Are you going to go to anyone's bed?"

The woman smiled, "Chen Shao, if you go up, you can go up, don't ask those who have it or not, just worry about yourself." ”

He bowed his head and said no more. But just as she was about to turn around, he stopped her. Before that, he had never left any woman to spend the night with him, but tonight Chen Qiao felt extremely lonely and lonely, and he wanted to be alone to accompany him. It's good to be a living person, and it's not about love.

The woman folded her knees at the head of the bed and sat down, the bed rising and falling twice under the weight of her body before she gasped.

"How?" she asked, "who are you in love with?"