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Xihe's ears were a little red, and he coughed lightly: "No ......"

Mother Yang understood: "Don't be afraid, our young master looks at a cold person, but he is a very good person, and he treats us people very well." The reason why he is so quiet is because ......"

She suddenly shut up, thought of something, and smiled wryly.

Xihe also had no intention of listening to other people's gossip, and immediately smiled at her: "Excuse me, Mama Yang." ”

Mother Yang shook her head.

Mother Yang quickly cleaned up a guest room for her and came out, and it didn't take long for the entire villa to fall asleep at night.

Xihe couldn't sleep a little.

She knew the bed a little, she slept all day with a fever during the day, and after all, she was not very familiar with Mr. Nian, so she felt a little uncomfortable resting in someone else's house so abruptly.

After a few tosses, she couldn't help it, but she got up and put on a coat and opened the bedroom door, wanting to go downstairs to pour some water.

The attic floor is quiet.

Xihe stepped out cautiously, for fear of making any sound, and had a strange feeling of being a thief in his heart.

She groped her way up the stairs, not even daring to turn on the light.

Walking through the jogging platform and going down the spiral staircase, I saw a quaint little lamp in front of the bay window in the living room.

The small lamp was glued with colored paper, and the light was dimly obscured.

In the blurred vision, you can see a figure lying on the small table of the bay window.

There are only three adults in this villa, she, Yang Ma and Mr. Nian.

The person lying on the small table can see that his figure is definitely not the short appearance of Yang Ma, it must be Mr. Nian.

Xihe's footsteps paused, and suddenly she walked lightly to Nian Quyang.

There is a sweet smell of red wine wafting into the nose.

On the small table was a bottle of red wine and a glass glass.

There was still some red wine left in the glass, and the red wine in the bottle had bottomed out.

Mr. Nian's head was buried in his arms, she couldn't see his face, she could only see his body rising and falling shallowly, compared to his indifference during the day, he was quiet and peaceful at night.

It was one of the weirdest parents she'd ever seen.

Xihe thought about his indifference last night and the unexpected water he fed her in the school hospital today, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly without even noticing himself.

Suddenly, one of her hands was grabbed by the man below her, and in a flash of light, she was already pressed under the man.

Nozomi and some didn't come back to their senses and what happened, and the man grabbed her lips directly.

The mellow smell of wine lingered between her lips and teeth, and Xihe reacted and hurriedly struggled, but was grabbed by one of the man's hands and placed on top of her head.

His kiss grew thicker and thicker, and his tongue curled up and flew like hers, and there was a taste of immortality.

Xihe was a little scared, but he didn't expect that Mr. Nian hadn't fallen asleep yet, and he struggled desperately, feeling one of his hands reach through her somewhat messy clothes, and her eyes were immediately covered with a layer of tears.

"Don't ......," she whined, spitting out a word, her face filled with panic and fear.

The man's hand paused, and his lips slowly left hers.

"An Ran ......" Suddenly, the man's hand gently stroked her cheek. From the tips of her eyes, down the side of her face, and then down to her lips.

His hand rubbed the corners of her lips, his eyes were a little misty, and his clear eyes seemed to be filled with pain and discomfort.

He repeated: "Enron ......" with a deep memory.

Xu was infected by the pain in his voice, Xihe didn't scream for a while, but she bit her lip, suddenly overturned the man in front of her, got up from the bay window, and ran directly upstairs