Anyone may have such a relationship in the depths of their memory, and you can clearly remember and never forget the feeling that you like it to the point of not being able to do it, but you tried it once and coaxed it, because you never dared again. In the years that follow, you can pretend that you don't care, only to find out that the other person really doesn't care.

Meng Ying pushed open the room in the No. 13 private room, and a fiery red dress made her extraordinarily beautiful and bewitching. She had a bottle of wine in her hand, also red, like a blood-stained rose, with thorns, but you couldn't refuse.

"Mr. Zhou is drinking alone?" Meng Ying smiled, and then quietly locked the door of the No. 13 private room from the inside, it was just a dark button, just a slight flick, very simple.

"Is that you? ......" Zhou Wei's eyes were very confused, looking at the girl in front of him, a trace of sadness quickly flashed in his eyes, sadness was fleeting, and soon, he adjusted his expression and changed back into that cold-blooded and ruthless business person.

"Take a sip of mine." Meng Ying opened the wine and poured it into a goblet, she nudged the bright red liquid wine in front of his table, the fiery red wine was like a flowing flame.

Waiting for a moment, Zhou Wei waited patiently, this was the first time he and she had been so alone, except for the absurdity, the only time they were alone.

The young woman with the charm in front of him was so close to him, so close, but he still had to restrain his so-called emotions.

Zhou Wei picked up the wine she handed over, and originally planned to take a sip, but the red liquid was like the woman in front of him, lingering between his lips and teeth, he couldn't help but didn't want to refrain from it, and drank a glass of wine in one gulp.

Zhou Wei looked at her, his eyes were like a wise eagle.

Meng Ying poured another glass, and then leaned against the sand, her body was weak like a red and poisonous snake, looking for the warmest comfort, but Zhou Wei didn't expect to meet her like this, the lacquered black eyes were silent, and they looked at each other quietly, as if silence was better than sound at the moment.

The unruly eyebrows gradually softened, looking at the thin and slightly prominent cheekbones of Mengying's face, he stroked, that ridiculous night you, the night when he was insatiable, he touched it over and over again, but a thousand words were not worth an apology, he breathed deeply, and a bitterness in his chest made him indescribable, he wanted to kiss her, but he held her cheeks with both hands, his forehead against hers, and slowly covered his eyes, just holding her in the palm of his hand, he didn't dare to make any more movements.

Meng Ying was also very cooperative with him, just sat quietly like this, and let him hug her.

"Mr. Zhou, I'll go to the bathroom." Meng Ying slowly pushed him away.

The private room has its own bathroom, so she walked in, the bathroom is different from the private room in the dark in order to create a romantic light, the brightness inside makes her a little sideways, and finally she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her beautiful face, that is her weapon, has always been invincible, she dismisses it, but today, she ......

Meng Ying stroked herself in the mirror, her eyebrows and eyes were gorgeous, her lips were delicate, the fiery red skirt reflected the originally fair skin even fairer, and Meng Ying had tears in her eyes, but she smiled at the mirror, took out a lipstick from her handbag, and painted her perfect lip shape in the mirror, and then smiled at the mirror charmingly, like a flame burning extremely beautiful.

When Meng Ying came out of the bathroom again, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she watched Zhou Wei sitting on the sofa, blending in with the darkness around her, the man was smoking a cigarette, and the smoke was filled, as if he was immersed in his own world, and it seemed to be unfathomable.

Meng Ying sat down not far from him, and there seemed to be a clear distinction between her and him, but there was a taste of wanting to cover up. Seeing that he was silent, Meng Ying leaned over and took the glass of wine that had just been poured: "Mr. Zhou drinks alone, isn't it boring?" ”

Zhou Wei smiled lightly, twisted out the cigarette, and blew the last wisp of smoke on his lips: "No!" ”

Meng Ying lowered her head and fiddled with the wine in the glass: "Mr. Zhou, I will come to the No. 13 private room on the 13th of every month, I don't know when this habit started, is it commemorating something?" Can you tell me? Meng Ying clenched her hands hard, No. 13, that was the day she was forced by him, and it was also the day she wanted to forget.

But through this little bit of clues, smart as Mengying, she has already guessed that Zhou Wei is no different from ordinary men, as long as she tastes her, she will be addicted, since it was this man who took possession of her three years ago, then now is the time for her to escape everything from him, isn't this time just right?

Zhou Wei looked at her, reached out and took her wrist to pull her to his side, and put his strong arm around her shoulder: "No. 13, No. 13, if I tell you, I don't know if you will be a little uncomfortable." ”

"What's wrong?" Meng Ying asked with a bewitching face and a surprised face, just taking the opportunity to leave Yin Ziyanhong, but unexpectedly he held her palm and put it in his heart, and whispered: "Here, I will be uncomfortable here." ”

Meng Ying's cheeks were suddenly dyed crimson, and the palm touched his strong heartbeat, sonorous and powerful. She wanted to retrieve her hand, but he held it firmly: "So I want to know what that person is like?" She knows the meaning of the 13th, will she be like me, and she will not be able to sleep well. ”

"Huh." Meng Ying's smile was very charming, but instead held his hand, Zhou Wei was slightly stunned, this was the first time she took the initiative to hold him, she said: "I'll sing to you, okay?" ”

Zhou Wei looked at her, her eyes were a little well-behaved, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a trace of loneliness and unwillingness flashing in her eyes, for a long time, silent, he said: "Okay! ”

Meng Ying clicked the song list, lowered her eyes gloomily, pulled the microphone, and handed it to Zhou Wei: "Do you want to have a song together?" ”

Zhou Wei looked at the screen: "I can't sing this song." "It's like her life, he can't control it, but he doesn't want to let go.

Meng Ying smiled and didn't force it anymore. A song by Fan Xiaoxuan's "Snow": "It's so cold and the snow has accumulated so deeply, Merry X'mas to you, the one I love deeply, it's so cold, it's at your door all winter, Are you my snow man? ”

How much pain does it have to go through to make her heart hurt so much at the moment, but today's path is her choice, she has carefully planned all this, she can't turn back, she can only avoid her eyes and move forward, without hesitation, just like falling in love with Zhou Miao back then.