Chapter 108

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but hear the last time she appeared in the penthouse at night, she saw two women coming out of the apartment, presumably, these clothes were for other women.

The little woman smacked her mouth, "Tut-tut, no wonder I like to live in a night club." ”

These words are meaningful.

The man who was unbuttoning his suit, his slender fingers paused, his eyelids were slightly raised, and his lazy eyes were slightly cold, shooting straight at Meng Jingwei.

Walking up to her, "What did you say?"

Mori's cold gaze is as cold as a polar glacier.

Meng Jingwei vaguely felt the man's anger, but smiled sarcastically, "I'm just telling the truth." Saying that, she bypassed Qing Muye directly, "I went to take a bath, and the smell on my body is too strong." ”

Recently, she hasn't taken a good shower, especially now that she is wearing other people's clothes, not to mention how uncomfortable she is.

Qing Muye stood in place, motionless.

Suddenly, his thin and moderately thick lips curled into a vague arc.

So, what Meng Jingwei said just now was she jealous?

Qing Muye walked to the bar, took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured a glass of red wine, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with a goblet, and put one hand in the pocket of his trousers, like looking down on the king of the people, overlooking the center of Lancheng.

At night, Lancheng is lit up with neon, brilliant and prosperous.

In Su Ri, even if he stood in front of the window, he would not feel any relaxation, but at this moment, he felt unprecedented relief.

It was as if the hanging heart had finally fallen, which made him feel very relieved, so that he was in the mood to enjoy the beautiful night of Lancheng.

He stood in front of the window for a long time, drinking and pouring a glass.

Before you know it, a glass of wine has been drunk.

Qing Muye glanced down at his watch, and an hour had passed.

Damn, is this woman drowning in the bathtub?

He put down the goblet, turned around and walked into the bedroom, and when he pushed the door open, he saw Meng Jingwei lying asleep on his bed in an indecent sleeping position.

It is in a large font shape, sleeping on his stomach on all fours, without the slightest gentle appearance that a woman should have.

Faintly, he could hear her even breathing, and she slept deeply.

Qing Muye entered the bathroom, took a shower, and walked to the side of the bed to lie down.

However, as soon as he lay down, Meng Jingwei hugged him like an octopus, and her legs pressed directly on his body, just to hold a plush doll, and her little face rubbed against his face.

The two were very close, and his breath sprayed on her face, which made her a little uncomfortable, and she rubbed it down again, and then fell asleep peacefully on his arm.

Qing Muye looked at her closely, her skin was like a creamy face, her facial features were marked, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, and under her small nose, her red lips were like cinnabar, delicate and gorgeous.

But there is a mole on the left side of her nose, which invisibly adds to the sexy charm, revealing the beauty of a mature woman, which makes him fall a little.

Qing Muye raised his hand to stroke her jet-black hair, which used to be waist-long, but after a fire, her hair was burned a lot, and it only reached the collarbone.

"Oops, annoying......"

He stroked her hair, and the hair slid over her cheeks, which was crispy and itchy, making her pat Qing Muye's hand a little unpleasantly, and then rubbed against him again.

Meng Jingwei, who was asleep, thought that a mosquito was biting her.

But for Qing Muye, she rubbed against him like a disobedient kitten.

Song Ci's words came to his mind, "Boss, do you like Miss Meng?"