Ding Lan's body was tightly tensed, and his hands and feet were unconsciously hooked.

She tightened her teeth, tried to make her voice sound nothing unusual, and squeezed out a word in a low voice from between her teeth:

"Hmm!"

The light in the eyes of the knife darkened, and he didn't cling to it anymore, but leaned over and kissed Ding Lan again for a while, and when he pulled away again, the movements of his hands did not stop, and his deep black eyes kept staring at the change in the expression on Ding Lan's face.

Just as she was about to climb to the top, he stopped abruptly.

The sudden huge emptiness of her body made Ding Lan couldn't help frowning, she opened her eyes, with puzzlement and anger, and stared straight at the knife, but the knife smiled lightly, straightened her waist directly, and sprinted......

Ding Lan finally understood that the knife's previous words were not alarmist.

He asked for her again and again, whether she could bear his demands or not. Ding Lan never knew that a man's physical strength could really be so good.

She always thought that those things only existed in TV dramas.

It wasn't until she finally couldn't stand the deep slumber that the knife refused to let her go.

It's just that, at the last second when she fell asleep completely, she felt the gentle kiss of the knife fall on her ear, and whispered a few words.

He said:

"My name is Knife!"

Penknife?

Ding Lan silently recited in his heart in a daze, he was really as good as his name.

He was like a sharp knife, slashing at her already ugly, sinful body, but she didn't know if he was the one who could redeem herself.

Isn't it?

Ding Lan sneered in her heart, she had long ago, she didn't need anyone's salvation!

……

When Ding Lan woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and the moment he opened his eyes, Ding Lan found himself lying on a big bed, with no one around him.

The room was still filled with the smell of lust, but her eyes were full of indifference.

It's as if nothing happened last night.

She had no intention of caring where the knife had gone, whether it had gone or not. It's just a little irritable, because the skirt was rudely torn by a knife yesterday, and it can't be worn anymore. How is she going to leave?

Fortunately, the handbag was still there, and after thinking about it, Ding Lan got up, picked up the bathrobe that was scattered on the ground and wrapped it around his body, walked out of the bedroom and found his handbag that was thrown on the sofa, took out the phone, and turned it on.

As soon as the phone was turned on, more than a dozen text messages popped out of Ding Lan's mobile phone, and she looked at it, almost all of them were assistant Enran.

She didn't look at the text message, but dialed Enron's number directly.

The phone rang only once and was answered, and An Ran's tone sounded very anxious:

"Sister Lan, my aunt, my ancestor, where did you go last night? I called you for a night and a day and your phone was turned off! ”

With the noise of An Ran, Ding Lan twisted his eyebrows with some displeasure:

"Is there something wrong?"

"Is there something wrong?"

Hearing Ding Lan's calm and breezy tone, An Ran only felt that a mouthful of old blood held in his chest was so suspended that it spurted out:

"Sister, the world has been turned upside down outside, why are you still like a nobody? Didn't you read the news this morning? You're on the front page again! ”

"Oh!"

Ding Lan was still unmoved, An Ran's fists were all on the cotton, and he suddenly felt a little weak.

"Sister Lan, what's the matter with you?

I know you love to play, but you've always played in a measured way and never caused a big deal. There has been a lot of negative news about you before, and the company has finally helped you calm down.

There was another fuss this morning, and this exhibition is about to open in three months, what can I do now?

Your old news has also been lifted out at once, and your Weibo, the company's meager mailbox, and phone are all about to explode! ”

Ding Lan really didn't know what was going on, as soon as she woke up, she called An Ran, originally wanting her to help her prepare a set of clothes and send them to the Orange Club.

But her way of splitting her head and covering her face really made Ding Lan a little unhappy.

She sank her voice:

"Enron!"

was called by Ding Lan so suddenly, and An Ran stopped speaking for a while. Every time Ding Lan called her in such a low and cold voice, she was inexplicably frightened.

"Blue blue blue blue ...... Sister ......"

"The mouth grows on other people, what do you want to say about them, what do you do with so much care?"

"But ......"

"If the company is afraid of affecting profits, the exhibition can be canceled, I have no opinion!"

"Sister, don't scare me!"

Hearing Ding Lan say this, An Ran was almost about to cry, she worked as Ding Lan's assistant for three years, and knew what kind of temper she was. If Ding Lan didn't want to do anything, even if he pointed a gun at her head, he didn't want her to move.

An Ran's crying voice made Ding Lan's heart soften for a moment, and he couldn't help sighing and frowning:

"Alright, what's going on?"

Seeing that Ding Lan changed his tone, An Ran also quickly calmed down:

"There was news breaking this morning, saying that you ...... Say that you seduce a married man and destroy other people's families......"

An Ran couldn't go on talking as he spoke, Ding Lan listened quietly, and while listening, he took out one hand to light a cigarette for himself, took two puffs, and then replied to the phone unhurriedly:

"I haven't done it!"

An Ran knew that if Ding Lan said that he hadn't done it, he must have not done it. There was news that her private life was rotten before, and she didn't deny it at all. At that time, because of this, the company really had a headache.

She often has one-night stands and has slept with so many men, and if she had, she would have disdained to deny it.

And with Ding Lan's temper, he will definitely not make trouble for himself. So no matter how much she plays, she won't be a junior who everyone is ashamed of.

An Ran knew that Ding Lan hated the word junior!

After a slight pause, An Ran immediately re-spoken:

"I know, Sister Lan, I will report this matter to the company, you should hide for a while recently, avoid this cusp, and wait for the news to be suppressed."

An Ran wanted to hang up the phone as she spoke, Ding Lan thought about it, and finally didn't let her send her clothes, so she pressed the end button first.

She sat lazily on the sofa, leaning back in the chair, tilting her head back, smoking a cigarette one by one.

Although she usually encounters this kind of thing, she doesn't feel at ease at all, and even disdains it at all. But the word "junior" deeply stimulated her.

Ding Lan's eyes tightened, and then he took a few more hard puffs, and at this moment, there was a brief sound of music in the room, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.

Ding Lan rolled his eyes, and just saw Xiao Dao walking in with a refreshing body.

Seeing that Ding Lan had gotten up, Xiaodao couldn't help but pause, and said goodbye to his eyes not so comfortably:

"You're awake!"

Ding Lan couldn't help but smile when he looked at the slightly cramped appearance of the knife and the two of them when he was in bed last night.

She laughed and teased, the knife could naturally be heard, and the Adam's apple, which symbolized male characteristics, moved up and down unnaturally, and then walked up and down Ding Lan and put the bag in her hand on the coffee table:

"I don't know what you like to eat, but last night...... And then today...... I haven't eaten in a long time, so let's eat something light first! ”

"Huh!"

Ding Lan smiled again, the laughing knife twisted up with a pair of sword eyebrows that flew into the temples, he raised his head with some displeasure, and looked straight at Ding Lan.

Still eyes like that!

Direct, bold, and unabashed, such a look made Xiaodao's chest suffocate.

"Let's eat!"

He quietly restrained all his emotions, sat down in front of Ding Lan, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Ding Lan looked at the knife, for a moment, and nodded slightly:

"Good! Dine! ”

The moist white porridge slid into Ding Lan's throat little by little with a fragrant fragrance, and Xiaodao couldn't help but look sideways at her eating quietly, she during the day and her at night seemed to be people from two different worlds.

By day, she was sharp, sharp, and full of armor.

And at night, she is enchanting, amorous, and highly toxic.

The knife doesn't know why a person can have such different sides, but what is certain is that no matter which side it is, it is not something he can control.

At the beginning, Lin Man said that he was a wild horse, and the knife now thinks that he is not!

Ding Lan is the wild horse that has been loosened, no one, no one wants to control and control her!

I don't know why, such a thought made Xiaodao's heart feel as if he was stuffed with a ball of cotton soaked in water, and he was so depressed that he could only take a big sip of cigarettes and spit it out to relieve it.

As if sensing the knife's straight gaze, Ding Lan raised his eyebrows silently, and suddenly spoke:

"Your name is Knife?"

The knife sniffed the finger between the cigarette butts, it turned out that she heard it last night.

"Hmm!"

With such an obvious title, Xiaodao thought that Ding Lan would continue to ask his real name next, but Ding Lan didn't.

She didn't seem to care, or rather, she really didn't.

What his name is, what he does, where he comes from, where he is going, everything about him, Ding Lan doesn't care. To her, he was nothing more than the object of a one-night stand, a stranger who said he would break up at dawn.

Knife's eyebrows furrowed:

"Knife...... Not my real name! ”

"I know!"

"Then you're not curious what my name is?"

"Not curious!"

“……”

Although the answer was expected, the knife was still a little suffocated, and where Ding Lan couldn't see, his big hand had already begun to clench hard.

"You don't need to tell me what your name is, the reason why I haven't left yet is because your clothes were torn by you and I can't leave!"

Ding Lan generously admitted that when the knife heard it, he suddenly remembered that when he was in the bathroom last night, he rudely tore all the coverings on her body.

The knife was a little embarrassed to turn his face:

"I'm sorry!"

"No, you're skilled, I'm satisfied!

If you really feel guilty, just help me get a random set of clothes, the kind you can go out! ”

As he spoke, Ding Lan had already eaten a bowl of porridge, then raised his head and looked straight at the knife.

The knife crashed into Ding Lan's eyes, and at that moment, he could see that Ding Lan was already planning to say goodbye to him.