The unfamiliar touch made Jiang Jiu slightly stunned, she glanced at him, and quickly retracted her hand.

Ling Zihan parked the car at the door of Jiang Jiu, and then found the key to open the door from her bag.

He reached out and picked her out of the carriage, and steadily opened the door and entered the house.

He turned on the light and glanced at the furnishings in the ginger wine house, it was the first time he had been here, and his eyes were a little inquiring.

After watching it for a while, he took the initiative to hold ginger wine and take her upstairs.

Jiang Jiu smelled the familiar smell in the room, she quieted down, and let Ling Zihan hold her and put her on the bed.

Ling Zihan went into her bathroom, took a towel to wet the water, and came out to wipe her face.

Jiang Jiu was already lying on the bed and falling asleep, breathing evenly, only the center of his eyebrows was still frowning slightly, and his delicate little face looked a little faintly painful.

Ling Zihan sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, and looked at it like that for a long time, his brown pupils were hiding a deep infatuation.

At the end, he slowly raised his hand and gently pressed his palm against Jiang Jiu's cheek, and each other's body temperatures were transferred at his fingertips, Ling Zihan had goosebumps, and an indescribable sense of excitement rose from every pore.

- Touching her felt like blasphemy.

Contraindicated and stimulating.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the current flowing up and down his body, looked at the sleeping face of ginger wine, and couldn't help but lower his head.

Breathing, smelling the faint scent of roses on her body, the smell of cocktails, decadent and good, he looked at her crimson lips, cautiously, lowered his head to touch ......

The glass window suddenly lit up, Ling Zihan moved slightly, he raised his head and looked at the window, the dazzling light made him squint, and he got up and walked to the window sill.

A black Bentley Shanmu stopped at the door of Ginger Wine, and the headlights were facing the glass window, illuminating Ginger Wine's bedroom.

Ling Zihan looked at the young man who came out of the car with a calm face, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down and squinted.

*

Wen Xili closed the car door, carried a bag of things, and walked over and rang the doorbell.

"Ding-dong-"

He knew that Ginger Wine was at home, after all, the lights were on upstairs, but he didn't know if Ginger Wine would open the door for her.

He waited patiently for a while, and when he saw that no one opened the door, he rang the doorbell again.

Now, someone is coming.

Wen Xili looked at the well-dressed man who came out of the room, his narrow eyes, and narrowed slightly.

"Mr. Wen," Ling Zihan smiled at him, "You came to find Mr. Jiang?" She was drunk and I just sent her back. ”

He has always been a respectful gesture of a junior, even his tone is gentle, and no one can fault in his attitude.

Jiang Jiu liked his humility very much, and felt that this young man was sincere and polite, and he had a hot fight with him.

Wen Xili is honest, he doesn't really have any impression of him, except that he is Jiang Caiwei's fiancé. However, now that he had come out of ginger's room, it was a bit of a surprise to him.

"Drunk?" Wen Xili said slowly, "You sent her back?" - You? ”

Ling Zihan smiled modestly, "Mr. Jiang got off work and went out with me to drink a little wine, but he was too drunk to drink, and he was a little drunk. ”

Wen Xili pursed his lips and didn't say anything more, just went into the room and put the things he was carrying on the sofa.

When he did all this, Ling Zihan didn't leave, he stood at the door, white clothes and black pants, polite, still smiling, and called him gently: "Mr. Wen." ”