"What are you thinking?"

Ding Lan stood next to the car in a daze holding the car keys, his mind full of what Lin Man had just said. Suddenly, there was a lazy sound of a knife behind him, and Ding Lan couldn't help but come back to his senses and turned his head to look.

It's just that Ding Lan, who looks like a knife in the eyes, has returned to his usual cold look:

"How did you find it?"

"Well, it's been too long since I saw you, I'll think!"

The knife leaned diagonally against the car door, its slender and straight back, full of lazy silk madness. Ding Lan didn't expect that a man like Xiaodao would actually say such a thing, and he would come with such ease.

She smiled:

"Let's go, let's go back!"

After saying that, the two of them opened the car door and got into the car.

Along the way, Xiaodao sat quietly in the co-pilot's seat, and Ding Lan drove the car, glancing at Xiaodao from time to time.

Married?

It doesn't matter anymore, as long as two people are together, it's enough.

But what if the knife one day tells himself that he wants to get married?

Ding Lan thought, perhaps, he is also willing!

Thinking so, the two of them finally arrived at Ding Lan's community. After parking the car, Ding Lan originally wanted to help the knife upstairs, but the knife just laughed.

The last two people got on the elevator and returned home, and the moment Ding Lan took the key to open the door, the knife suddenly pulled Ding Lan into the house. Before Ding Lan could react to what was going on, the knife had already pressed her whole body against the wall.

In the dark, the knife's deep eyes were dim, but Ding Lan could still clearly feel the heat under the knife's eyes.

Ding Lan didn't reply, just breathed softly, the air was unusually quiet, Ding Lan could only feel the burning breath of the knife spraying on his face, with a fatal temptation.

Then Ding Lan heard him say:

"Ding Lan, I want you, now that I'm drinking, I can't bear it!"

After saying a word, the knife immediately lowered its head and covered Ding Lan's lips hard. His big hand wrapped around the back of Ding Lan's neck, and his fingertips with scorching heat gently rubbed her neckline.

Ding Lan only felt that his lip flap was sucked and gnawed by the knife, but he didn't want to push it away at all.

She freed up one hand, closed the door, and wrapped her snake-like arms around the knife's neck, her fingertips digging deep into his short stiff hair and slightly damp scalp, feeling it back and forth.

The two of them hugged and kissed and came to the bedroom, and Ding Lan pushed the knife on the bed.

"Hmm-"

The sudden dull pain made Xiao Dao couldn't help but wring his eyebrows, but looking at Ding Lan like a goblin in the dark, standing in front of him, there was an unspeakable longing in his body.

He just held his eyes, lay quietly and honestly on the bed, watching Ding Lan's fingers sketched on the drawing paper, unbuttoning his skirt little by little and fading down.

The white moonlight fell on Ding Lan's body through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window in the bedroom, as if it was covered with a silver veil of mystery, and the knife's throat tightened, and then Ding Lan's body was slowly covered.

Her gentle white fingertips slashed the knife's body little by little, stroking back and forth delicately outlining the muscle textures and scars on his body.

Xiao Dao felt the heat in his lower abdomen becoming more and more unbearable, and suddenly raised his hand and hooked Ding Lan's waist.

Seeing this, the corners of Ding Lan's lips couldn't help but hook slightly, and the elegance of the smile was peerless and full of fatal charm:

"Don't rush, take your time!"

As he spoke, Ding Lan leaned down and landed his own kiss on the lip flap of the knife.

But her kiss is not as hot and crazy as a knife, but gentle and not like her person.

The delicate kiss fell little by little on the lips, eyes, nose bridge, and neck of the knife...... Little by little, it came down between the legs.

When the burning desire was exposed to the air, and then enveloped in moisture, the knife couldn't breathe for a few seconds.

Every time he was with Ding Lan, he had the illusion that he would die in Ding Lan's hands in the next second.

Xiaodao's body tensed, holding her eyes, looking at the portrait of Ding Lan on the wall, she only felt that she was sinking deeper and deeper in her dark and deep eyes, and she couldn't get up again.

……

In the next few days, because he was preparing for the exhibition, Ding Lan kept himself locked in his studio to work. The knife rarely bothered her, basically not going.

Because once you enter the studio, the two people will be inexplicably entangled.

Therefore, in order not to delay Ding Lan's painting, Xiaodao can only stay in the living room or other places alone.

It's just that these days, he always has one thing hidden in his heart.

That man named Yuan Cheng!

He hoped that Ding Lan would really let go of the past completely, instead of saying it like now, but he still couldn't help but care in his heart.

On this day, Ding Lan was still painting in the studio, and the knife said to her, so he picked up the car keys and went downstairs to buy some food for Ding Lan.

It's just that he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived downstairs, Xiaodao saw Yuan Cheng standing at the gate, looking nervously at Yuan Cheng upstairs.

Actually...... I've really found it!

The knife smiled, didn't move his steps immediately, just stood there and looked at Yuan Cheng, and soon, Yuan Cheng also saw the knife.

He remembered that the man in front of him was the man who was sitting with Ding Lan on the plane.

Yuan Cheng pursed his lips, when he saw Ding Lan and Xiaodao, he knew that the relationship between this man and his daughter was not ordinary. Now seeing him coming down from Ding Lan's upstairs, I couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

In fact, before he came, he had already investigated Ding Lan, and of course he already knew something about Ding Lan's indulgent and erosive private life.

Therefore, Yuan Cheng thought that the knife he saw now was just one of Ding Lan's many "boyfriends".

However, what he didn't expect was that the knife hooked the corner of his lips and walked towards him:

"Looking for a place to sit?"

Yuan Cheng hesitated, but agreed.

After all, he wanted to know about Ding Lan's life and recent situation, and he couldn't get the truth from the Internet and newspapers.

The two of them came to a café near Ding Lan's house, Yuan Cheng ordered a pot of Blue Mountain coffee, but the knife didn't ask for anything, just leaned back on the chair so lazily, staring at Yuan Cheng.

Although Yuan Cheng is not like a businessman like Yu Zhenting and Lin Man, he can be regarded as a successful businessman, and he has seen a lot of people after going back and forth for so many years.

But for some reason, in front of the young man who looked half younger than himself, he actually felt a sense of oppression and suffocation.

Rao is like this, Yuan Cheng hesitated again and again, but still planned to speak:

"You...... How long have you and Ding Lan been together? ”

How long has it been?

The knife groaned slightly, and then laughed:

"I can't remember!"

“……”

The knife's answer made Yuan Cheng's face instantly look ugly, and he knew that these men were not serious with Ding Lan!

Ding Lan is very beautiful and a well-known painter, no matter what point she rushes, countless men flock to her.

Although he has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for more than 20 years in the past, but now, since God has arranged for him to meet Ding Lan again, he can't completely sit idly by.

Even though the knife seemed dangerous and difficult to deal with, he spoke strongly:

"Sir, no matter how long you and Ding Lan have been together, and for what reason, if you don't mean it to her, then please leave him!"

Yuan Cheng said, then lowered his head, and didn't know what he was rummaging through the handbag beside him.

Xiao Dao looked at Yuan Cheng's "loving father" that suddenly appeared, his cold eyebrows couldn't help but rise, and then he hooked his lips and drew an evil smile on his face, just looking at Yuan Cheng so well.

Looking at him, he took out a bank card and put it in front of him.

"There are 100,000 in this card, there is no password, you take this money and leave Ding Lan!"

"Oh, a hundred thousand—"

Xiaodao thought he didn't understand Yuan Cheng's words, picked up the card, and played with it in his hand.

Yuan Cheng thought that the knife was going to accept the money, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of disdain in his heart.

These men, sure enough, are in it for money!

However, the pride in Yuan Cheng's heart didn't last a few seconds, and suddenly he heard a smile from the knife that didn't mean anything.

That laughter made Yuan Cheng's hairs stand up and down. Then, I heard the knife speak unhurriedly:

"It took more than twenty years to disappear before I planned to use 100,000 yuan to send the man next to your daughter.

Do the math, on average, it's less than 5,000 yuan a year!

That's a lot of money! ”

was so bluntly accused by the knife, Yuan Cheng's face couldn't help but turn red and white for a while:

"Are you too little?"

"Of course!"

The knife threw the bank card coldly and disdainfully, and threw it back on Yuan Cheng's body, Yuan Cheng's face was pale, and he just wanted to speak, when he saw the knife take out the phone slowly:

"Hello? Call me a million, I'm going to pretend to be a force! ”

Xiaodao's phone was made to Lin Man, but Lin Man was not ambiguous, hung up Xiaodao's phone, and told Ai Yaxin to transfer money.

thought that the cooperative relationship between Mo's and the bank and the transfer business were all in seconds, so between Yuan Cheng's doubts, Xiaodao's mobile phone had already received the transfer information, and by the way, he threw the bank card and mobile phone in his pocket in front of Yuan Cheng.

"I've known your daughter for a month, and I'm willing to buy you for a million, don't pretend to be a loving father on your own terms!

If you really have that thought, just take care of her in your heart. Even if it's just to meet, have a meal, and apologize.

After all, this is what you owe Ding Lan and her mother! ”

Yuan Cheng looked at the transfer information and bank card on the mobile phone in front of him, and his body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He thought he was good to Ding Lan, but he didn't expect that in front of the man in front of him, who had only known Ding Lan for a month, he would lose completely.

Yuan Cheng didn't have the money to take the knife in the end, because he had no face!

And when the knife went back, Ding Lan had already finished a painting and was sitting in the living room smoking. Not smoking in the studio is her habit, Knife knows.

It's just that when he saw the knife open the door and enter the house, but his hands were empty, Ding Lan couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Knife, didn't you say you were going to feed me?"