In the autumn of Jicheng, the cold wind is cold.

Wen Lan dragged her weak body and hurried home, soaking in the bathtub filled with ice water and gritting her teeth.

In fact, when she drank the glass of wine in the box tonight, she had already sensed that something was wrong, but because of the face of many years of business exchanges, she could only endure it, but fortunately, she brought an assistant with her so that those old horsemen would not take advantage of it.

The things that the old horsemen gave her couldn't resist the heat on her body even if she was soaked in ice water in such weather.

"Hmmm......"

Wen Lan couldn't help but snort, but as soon as she spoke, she bit her lower lip and forced it down.

As soon as the Lord of the Nights returned from outside, he heard a numbing moan from the bathroom, and he tensed down, reaching out to open the slightly closed frosted glass door.

Hearing the sound of the door, Wen Yanxiu frowned, raised his head, and looked at each other.

"Something's wrong?"

Mu Yejue has been mixed up in the entertainment industry for so many years, and he has long been surprised by such a situation, with thin lips hooked, and his face full of banter.

"You don't need it...... Hmmm......"

Wen Lan originally wanted to be sarcastic, but as soon as the words came out, the rest of the words turned into moans, which made people listen to it, as if they were ...... Seek joy!

Wen Lan bit her lower lip and kept silent, trying to use the pain to keep herself awake.

Seeing this, Mu Yejue stepped forward, bent his body, half-squatted in front of the bathtub, stretched out a hand to pinch Wen Lan's chin, and said playfully: "Wen Lan, why don't you beg me, I'll help you?" ”

When Mu Yejue's words fell, Wen Lan raised his hand and pushed his hand away, "Don't work for the shepherd!" ”

In fact, three years ago, the two were also a couple who envied others, but because of some misunderstandings, the two separated, met again, and a marriage contract became what they are now - they are tired of seeing each other!

Mu Yejue originally just wanted to make fun of Wen Lan, but she didn't expect her to be so disgusted with herself, immediately, her eyes were stunned, and she mocked, "Wen Lan, those men outside can touch you casually, but your husband can't touch it, you are really ...... Heh......"

Wen Lan pursed her lips into a straight line, her mouth stiff, "Even if I taste a little red lip, I can't worry about Mr. Mu, didn't Mr. Mu forget that the two of us just agreed to marry, but we discussed it before marriage, and we played each other after marriage." ”

The Lord of the Pasture's face turned completely cold, turned around, and strode out the door.

At the moment when he turned around, Wen Lan suddenly got up from the bathtub and hugged him from behind, and the whole person trembled.

"Jiqing!"

Because of being drugged, Wen Lan's face was flushed, and she didn't even say anything, with a coquettish tone, which was particularly seductive.

Mu Yejue's steps paused, came back to his senses, saw that Wen Lan had completely lost his mind, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin again, and forced her to raise her head to look at herself: "Wen Lan, do you know who I am?" ”

"Nightlord." Wen Lan's red lips were closed one by one, stained with the mist of the bathroom, and it looked particularly demagogic.

Hearing his name from Wen Lan's mouth, the gloom on Mu Yejue's face just now was swept away, and he approached her ear with a wicked taste, and blew a hot breath: "Please, please, I want you." ”

Wen Lan was delirious from being tortured by the early effect of the medicine, and the only thing she knew was that the man in front of her was Mu Ye Jue, a pair of soft and boneless hands clinged to Mu Ye Jue's neck, and murmured: "Ye Jue, you want me to ......"

The next day, the sun shone in through the screen windows.

Wen Lan rolled over on her side, her body hurting as if she had been run over by a car.

"Don't move, sleep a little longer."

A low, magnetic voice sounded in her ears, Wen Lan was stunned, and some lingering and sad fragments of last night suddenly appeared in her mind.

Wen Lan was shocked and sat up.

Because the range of action was too large, it alarmed the still sleeping Lord of the Pasture, only to see that his sleepy eyes were hazy, narrowed into a slit, and he was displeased: "It's early in the morning, what are you tossing?" ”

Wen Lan subconsciously reached out and dragged the quilt to cover herself, and on the side of her body, a bright red dazzling imprint on the snow-white came into her eyes.

Wen Lan pursed the corners of her lips, covered the quilt tightly on the sheets, sucked her breath, and pretended to look at Mu Yejue calmly.

"Wen Lan, what are you hiding?" Lord Nightshade smiled.

"Shame on you." Wen Lan gritted the sockets of her teeth and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth.

"Shameless there?" Looking at Wen Lan's crimson face, Lord Mu Yejue was in a good mood, and he forgot how long it had been since he had seen her like this.

Now she is the leader in Jicheng's clothing sales industry, and she has long lost the youthfulness when the two were in love, and he thought that she no longer had such a shy side.

"You took advantage of the danger last night!" Wen Lan said frankly.

Mu Yejue half sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, silently lit a cigarette, and swallowed the clouds: "Wen Lan, have you been under too much pressure at work recently, so you are forgetful?" You took the initiative to seduce me last night, what? Do you want me to help you review it again? ”

What happened last night, although Wen Lan drank wine and was put down, she still vaguely remembered what happened, and Mu Yejue's words made her speechless.