Chapter 12: Lost with Your Own Hand

This kind of scene was common when I was a child, and I don't know when it started to make her awkward.

From such a close distance, she could smell the faint smell of cigarette smoke on him, and ...... The taste of alcohol, he drinks again!

"Shen Jie is gone, who is it again? Holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son...... Tell me...... Who is it? His voice was cold and bewitching.

Wen Yan didn't dare to say that Shen Jie had already been sent abroad by him, if he admitted that the gift was given by him, what would his fate be? She didn't dare to think, "No...... I don't know ......."

"Don't know? I don't know if you're hiding it so carefully? Words ...... You don't ...... behave" His hand was placed on her waist seemingly casually, but when he spoke, he pressed a little.

Wen Yan's nerves were tense, and he didn't know when he would collapse: "I really don't know ......"

Mu Tingchen didn't ask any more questions, buried his head in her neck, and sniffed the fragrance on her body: "If there is a next time, you know the consequences." ”

She stiffened, as if she had fallen into an ice cave: "I know, I won't ...... There will be another time. ”

With her assurance, the fierce momentum on his body was slightly subdued.

However, he didn't let her go, and his soft thin lips rubbed between her neck.

Wen Yan had a lot of thoughts in her head, in her concept, this kind of intimate thing can only be done by people who like it, he obviously hates her, why...... Still like this?

But she didn't dare to push him away at all, she stood there motionless and endured everything, just when she thought Mu Tingchen would do something, he suddenly pushed her away, panting with a little depression.

Wen Yan looked at him inexplicably, carefully waiting for his next move, to be exact.

However, Mu Tingchen just picked up the gift box and handed it to her, and his tone was cold: "I lost it." ”

She frowned, this meant that she was going to lose it with her own hands?

"Do you want me to say it a second time?" Mu Tingchen frowned, and the displeasure in his eyes almost overflowed.

Wen Yan didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and hurriedly took the gift box and threw it into the trash. When she looked back, she looked at the smile that flashed on the corner of Mu Tingchen's lips in astonishment, and she was stunned for a while......

She woke up late the next day, of course, thanks to Mu Tingchen, but fortunately, apart from the strange intimacy that made her strange, he didn't really do anything to her.

At the same time, Wen Yan was also more fortunate in her heart, fortunately, she only lost the gift and did not cause substantial harm to Shen Jie......

Steward Lin stood at the door and waited for her: "Miss, I'll take you to school, your bicycle, young master...... Throw it away. ”

Wen Yan didn't say anything, the life of the bicycle was almost over, and it was time to die.

When she arrived at the section near the school, she asked Steward Lin to stop the car: "Uncle Lin, let's go here, there are still a few hundred meters to go, I'll walk over by myself." ”

Steward Lin pulled over and parked the car: "Then you take care of yourself, call after school, and I'll pick you up." ”

She thought for a while and said, "Then wait for me here after school, don't drive to the school gate." ”

She didn't want anyone to know about her relationship with Mu Tingchen, that would embarrass him.

Steward Lin understood her thoughts, although he was a little helpless, but he relied on her after all.

Wen Yan said goodbye to Steward Lin, and when she walked to the school gate, Chen Mengyao was waiting for her as usual: "Why are you so late today?" ”

Wen Yan said casually: "It's late." ”

Chen Mengyao habitually took her arm and walked forward: "It's really rare that you will get up late, and I'm late to wait for you here." ”

As soon as Wen Yan wanted to speak, his stomach suddenly throbbed.

Seeing that her face was not quite right, Chen Mengyao leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Wen Yan shook his head: "It's okay." ”

"Sure? Would you like to go to the school infirmary? ”

"No need, it's already late, let's go." Wen Yan waved his hand and pulled Chen Mengyao towards the studio quickly.

When she walked outside the studio, she was already sweating in pain, and the counselor glanced at her: "I know that I am still late for class, so let's stand first." ”