The moonlight was like frost and scattered on the eaves. A few wisps squeezed in through the crack in the window swayed with the breeze, like snakes, spread out on the ground, and then climbed lightly to the head of the bed, imprinting two overlapping figures on the wall.

The pink gauze tent shook, and the sandalwood that had been burned earlier in the room was now a little stronger, mixed with the faint fragrance of the woman's bone marrow, invading every pore.

The snort grew heavier and the breath became cloudy.

Wang Ning looked down at the enchanted body under her, gently lifted her chin, rubbed it for a moment, put her thumb on her delicate red lips, and wiped it gently, probably because of the fumigation of the breath, it became more and more delicate and transparent.

The woman's cheeks were as red as blood, her eyes were misty, and occasionally she seemed to be trying to open half a minute, revealing a tenderness like water. The tulle on the shoulders fell lightly, half-covered and half-hidden, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, under the moonlight, clear and crystalline, like the fineness of the top white fat jade.

It makes people love it and can't stop it.

It seems that everything is ready to fly.

Wang Ning lowered her head, sniffed and sniffed between the woman's neck, and a pair of hands consciously began to wander away from certain places, and in the woman's coquettish moan, the figure on the wall suddenly disappeared, and the moonlight that penetrated into the room was not known to be hidden.

The red tent is misty, and the figure is sufficient.

The wind was rushing and the red tent was hanging down, but it could no longer cover the warm fragrance of nephrite here.

Then the night fell silent.

I don't know which naughty worm played, and played a shallow singing and crooning.

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Wang Ning stood by the window, had already done some tidying, put a green shirt on his shoulders at random, and his hair was simply tied up. He is a personable teenager, although there is more inexplicable melancholy and laziness at the moment, but it has also opened up another eye-catching temperament.

The street in front of the inn was still as noisy as ever, just sending it off, and it was more or less just a fake show.

Withdrawing from his "distant" memory, he rubbed his forehead, probably recalling it seriously. Some things may seem to others to be settled, but after all, it happened to him, and he felt that he needed to figure it out.

That's a good thing, though.

The conspicuous mark on his neck seemed to have said something, but he believed that his body would not deceive, because he still did not know what happened that night.

His last memory rested on the woman's warm chest.

Anything in the world can be an illusion, even if he sees Ji Qian'er lying in his arms with his own eyes, and his groping pig hand has not forgotten to put it on someone's body. Feeling the soft touch between his fingers, he looked at himself who was only wearing obscene pants, and still couldn't believe what had really happened between them.

Turning his head, he looked at Ji Qian'er, who was sleeping "very deeply" against the crook of his arm, and he was silent for a long time.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, perhaps it was really a night of fierce fighting, her face was very flushed, and there seemed to be a little pale after prostration.

The corners of her mouth turned upward, and she didn't know if she had kissed some wet place in the friction of last night, and the delicate beauty on her lips had been replaced by a different scene, slightly white and a few more thin cracked marks.

Everything the woman showed seemed to indicate what was going on between them, but was that really the case?

Wang Ning couldn't say.

I thought about it this way, but I also changed to a different angle. It stands to reason that in terms of their relationship, Ji Qian'er has always wanted to get rid of him, and it is absolutely impossible to let go of last night's opportunity. It is true that last night, his consciousness in the second half of the night was completely lost, and it was easy to kill him. Thinking of this, while secretly afraid, he felt more and more unable to see through the woman in his arms.

Wang Ning laughed, thinking that this was not a real dream of sharing a bed.

However, not being remembered for your life is actually a good thing.

After waking up, Ji Qian'er naturally didn't say anything, and the meaning she revealed was of course a bit of a reminder, probably "There is already a skin-to-skin relationship between you and me", "You are my person" and something like that.

Wang Ning had naturally heard of some women using beauty to achieve certain purposes. Normally, Ji Qian'er's identity and situation are indeed suitable for this method.

It's just that he, Wang Ning, is not an ordinary man.

The deeper he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out.

Retracting all his thoughts, it wasn't actually the question he should be thinking about right now. Turning his head, his gaze passed through the door and landed in the opposite room, and he looked bitter and embarrassed.

They've also had skin-to-skin kisses!

With each other consuming each other like this, in the courtyard of the Su family's house, a big drama has begun.

Later, the spring breeze swept a little refreshing, shook the branches, stroked the new shoots, and in a shallow rustling sound, the banquet in the front yard of the Su family had almost come to an end.

The housekeeper had already sent someone to light the lanterns, and the white lanterns were hung in several rows, and the light that came out covered the falling moonlight, and the faces of everyone in the audience were a little softer, and they looked less cold and unkind.

It's just that in the muddy light, some people's minds are probably just rightly obscured.

The people sitting in the courtyard are basically the middle-level managers of the Su family, and the few tables sitting in the house are the people who can really talk to the Su family. Several big shopkeepers are at the same table as Su Yuan, and the next few tables are some people who are sharp and the major shopkeepers think can be reused, and this wave of people will basically be the new cornerstone of the Su family in the future.

Xi Wen sat near the door, basically facing the people who were surrounded in the middle.

The previous situation is basically clear at this time, and no matter what the mind is, everyone is looking forward to the next showdown.

Opposite him, Su Wenyuan looked over at some point, presumably to make a final confirmation. He raised his wine glass and signaled, Su Wenyuan looked at him in disappointment, but he also took the wine glass from the table, touched it from afar, drank it, and then stopped looking at him.

Su Yuan, as the main family, saw that everyone was eating well at this time, got up and said: "Please come over today, one is to apologize, and the other is to ...... It's some business business. Everyone has done a lot for the development of the Su family, and there are some things that need to be asked to everyone. ”

As they listened, their eyes were all on them.

Su Yuan pursed his lips and smiled, raised his wine glass and said, "After this glass of wine, everyone will speak freely......

Everyone got up, and the voice of "respecting the owner" sounded one after another. Then they sat down scattered, but some did not sit down, their lips moved, and they spoke: "Since the owner said so, then I have some ideas...... Let's talk about ......."

Everyone followed the sound, and the person was not stage frightened when he was watched by everyone, he fixed his mind, and then said: "The Su family will expand its business sooner or later, but it has always been the young lady's main business...... " He paused and said firmly, "With all due respect, a woman's pattern is smaller after all......"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the whispered discussion made the whole night noisy.