The man sneered, holding the cup in his hand and shaking it twice in front of his eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he was just holding a cup and had no intention of drinking, Lan Ling couldn't help but play the emotional card, "Is this the ginger water I made?" ”

As she spoke, she snorted.

Si Xiuwen drank it all, then stuffed the cup into her hand, and prepared to go to the table to get his mobile phone.

Lan Ling panicked, and hurriedly grabbed him, "Hair must be dried quickly, otherwise it is easy to catch a cold in this weather." ”

The man's eyes darkened, and he smiled lightly, "You're hot?" ”

Her body stiffened, her expression was a little stagnant, and it took a long time for her to speak dryly, "It's a little ......"

In fact, the room temperature is only about 20 degrees Celsius.

It's not cold, but it's definitely not hot.

Wearing this suspender, goosebumps rose on her arms.

The man scoffed, his hand gently caressing her shoulder.

Lan Ling lowered her head shyly, looking very shy.

Si Xiuwen's hand swept slowly, and he suddenly lifted his shoulder straps, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then suddenly let go.

With a snap, the elastic strap struck her shoulder.

Lan Ling exclaimed in pain, and the originally beautiful atmosphere was immediately destroyed.

Her eyes instantly overflowed with tears, staring at Si Xiuwen, inexplicably aggrieved.

"Why?" She asked.

Without waiting for the man to answer, she directly threw the cup on the sofa next to her, hugged his waist, and her voice involuntarily softened, "Brother Xiuwen......"

"Let go." Si Xiuwen's voice suddenly turned cold.

Lan Ling hugged him tighter, closer to him, and stood on tiptoe, only reaching his neck.

The man didn't push her away, but his eyes became darker and darker.

In her eyes, this is a tacit attitude.

Lan Ling struck while the iron was hot, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked Tian's Adam's apple.

"Get out!" Si Xiuwen's voice was indifferent, grabbing her waist and wanting to tear her apart.

Worried about missing the opportunity, Lan Ling didn't care about it at this time, and went straight up, hooked him, and wanted to kiss his neck.

Si Xiuwen pulled hard, and her strength also increased, anyway, she had an attitude of wanting to rely on him.

At this moment, the doorbell at the door suddenly rang.

It should be the one who delivers the clothes.

Lan Ling was annoyed, and when Si Xiuwen's hand was slightly loosened, he got closer, and his restless hand immediately wanted to pull away his bathrobe.

Si Xiuwen finally moved, and with a skillful pull, he directly threw her to the side of the sofa.

The woman who was dizzy from being thrown was still thinking about the medicine she had just given, and she didn't want to miss the opportunity, so she held her head and wanted to get over.

One of her shoulder straps rested diagonally on her arm, the placket pulled wider, but it was just right.

Lan Ling walked over, and before he could get closer, he was forced to stop by the man's eyes.

She was unwilling, and just as she was about to move her steps, Si Xiuwen walked to the door and opened the door.

Thirteen outside, at a glance, saw the two people in disheveled clothes, and their pupils involuntarily dilated.

Soon, he reacted again, lowered his head, handed the clothes to Si Xiuwen, and hurriedly retreated.

Si Xiuwen wanted to go out, but he took care of the bathrobe on his body, glanced at her indifferently, and went back to the bathroom.

When he was about to close the door, Lan Ling rushed over regardless of it, "I'm sorry, Brother Xiuwen, it's me who is too anxious, let's take our time, okay?" ”

She tugged at his arm and pleaded.

Si Xiuwen directly tore her hand down, didn't even look at her, closed the door with a snap, and almost clamped Lan Ling's hand directly.

She stared at the doorway plaintively, standing still.

Seeing this scene, Thirteen carefully closed the gate and crouched alone at the gate, not knowing what to think.

In his eyes, the young master has always been clean and self-disciplined.

Seeing all this today, he is definitely dreaming.

Thirteen silently hypnotized himself.

Inside, Si Xiuwen had already changed his clothes, he opened the door, directly bypassed Lan Ling in the middle, and walked quickly to the door.

"Brother Xiuwen......" She pounced on him, pulling him desperately.

At this time, Si Xiuwen also felt that something was wrong in his body.

The feeling of constantly rising from the inside out, the cells in his body were mobilized, and the clear feeling of being concentrated in one place clearly told him what was happening.

The man's face sank, he grabbed Lan Ling's arm, forcing her to stop the movements in her hand, and his tone was cold, "You drugged me?" ”

Her hand was pulled painfully, Lan Ling's eyes widened, and she shrank a little at the coldness in his eyes, she shook her head desperately, "I'm sorry, I was wrong......"

She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to speak.

Si Xiuwen suddenly laughed, he let go of his hand and walked quickly towards the door.

Thirteen was leaning against the door, and as soon as he pulled inside, his body immediately tilted, and when he saw that he was about to fall, he was quick to hold on to the threshold and quickly stand up straight.

At his boss Xiuwen's cold and serious expression, he thought it was his own reason, and immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

The man just glanced at him and walked downstairs.

"Arrange the fastest flight to Kyoto." Halfway through, Si Xiuwen said suddenly.

Before the thirteen who were following behind could react, he opened his mouth, and just wanted to persuade him, but when he saw his eyes, he immediately responded.

As soon as I got out of the apartment, Thirteen drove straight to the airport.

Si Xiuwen sat in the back seat, and the feeling of shouting on his body became more and more obvious. The sullen mood was suppressed, and his face became more and more heavy.

The thirteen in front were surrounded by the cold air inside the car.

He drove the car cautiously, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible, and wanted to disappear directly into this world.

At night, the road conditions are good. After a while, the two arrived at the airport.

Although it was a short notice, the staff at the airport hurriedly arranged the route, and the private jet was already waiting on the ground. So as soon as they got in, they went straight to where the plane was.

Si Xiuwen's pace was getting faster and faster, and Thirteen had to trot to keep up with him.

He followed, depressed in his heart.

Young Master, what's the matter?

Suddenly so desperate to go to Kyoto?

The two of them had a wind under their feet and soon got on the plane.

After Thirteen's orders, the captain began to pilot, letting the fuselage run quickly on the ground, ready to take off.

Si Xiuwen still felt that the speed was too slow, and urged silently with his eyes.

Thirteen wanted to cry without tears, so he could only pretend to talk to the waiter, and then returned to his seat.

In the middle of the plane, no one was allowed to move around, even if he felt that the speed was too slow, there was nothing he could do.

Si Xiuwen's brows furrowed tightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead involuntarily.