“…… Your house has just gone out of business! Song Sheng choked.

This stinky sister! It's infuriating.

"Why did you come to me? Spying on the military in person? Young Master Song is really worth learning, this Chinese New Year is so dedicated? Wen Le said, grabbing a handful of melon seeds at the front desk, and asked while snorting: "Oh yes, I forgot." Young Master Song doesn't look down on this little industry at home, and wants to go out on his own and study the Fa, right? ”

"Uh-huh." Song Sheng straightened his waist proudly.

Wen Le: "How many clients have been sentenced to life imprisonment?" ”

Song Sheng: "......"

"Wen Le!"

"That word reads le, not yue, OK?" Wen Le corrected: "Come, read it with my sister, Wen-le-"

Song Sheng's smile was far-fetched, and he even wanted to hit her.

"Okay, why did Young Master Song come to my hotel?" Wen Le really couldn't understand why he came back here a few hundred meters east of this street was his hotel.

"I heard that your family is not good this year. Isn't this just the end of the year, so I'm here to help you rush the performance. ”

Seeing Wen Le's gradually distorted smile, Song Sheng's smile became even brighter, and he felt cool in his heart!

"Song Sheng, I ......"

Before Wen Le finished speaking, Song Sheng rubbed her shoulder and entered the elevator.

Because of staying with Jiang Ran for a long time, Song Sheng is usually not less scolded, and he also knows that women are a particularly magical species. It's rare to get back a game, and if you take advantage, you can withdraw quickly!

Can't be provoked, can't he hide?

When Wen Le turned around and chased after her, the elevator door was just closed, and she saw Song Sheng's provocative smile for the last time.

For the first time, Wen Le felt that the elevator in his house was so fast, and it didn't seem to be a good thing.

"That little Mr. Wen? Did you come down for something? ”

Wen Le came back to his senses and smiled at the front desk lady, "Oh, come down and blow the wind." ”

Front desk: "......"

"That's right. Just the one who, a few floors. Wen Le asked.

"Right next door to you...... Only this one room is vacant. ”

Hearing this, Wen Le raised his eyebrows: "It's really a narrow road." ”

Song Sheng was not afraid that she would climb the balcony in the middle of the night and strangle him.

"By the way, this is the young master of the Song family, tell them to be clever and cheer up two hundred percent, and they don't know what to do. It is better to let him stay for one night and start to have low self-esteem. ”

"Self-...... Inferiority? The corner of the front desk's mouth twitched, what the hell is this?

"It's just that he will stay for one night and feel that our hotel is the best, his family-" Speaking of this, Wen Le waved his hand casually, his expression disdainful.

……

The temperature of the room gradually rose, and Jiang Ran subconsciously glanced in the direction where the moonlight came in. The thin white curtains were blown up by the wind, and they turned in the air to draw graceful arcs, like a butterfly.

"Baby, look at me."

Suddenly, his chin was pinched, and Jiang Ran was forced to withdraw his gaze.

There was no light on in the room, only the moonlight fell ambiguously on the corner of the bed.

She saw the person in front of her clearly.

Of course, even if she can't see clearly, she can hear the voice.

It's too ripe.

"Baby, it's beautiful."

His other hand suddenly came down.

"You, you, you......" Jiang Ran's eyes widened in surprise when he saw him leaning over.

He was close, and the tips of the two noses touched together, and Jiang Ran didn't dare to move at all.

"Kiss."

Jiang Ran's breath stagnated, and before he could say anything, his lips had already been pressed.

The temperature on his lips was hot and hot, and Jiang Ran's fingers curled up involuntarily, a little nervous.