Gu Yingqing pretended not to understand, and asked with a smile, "What do you mean?"

After speaking, he unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and unscrewed it again, took a sip gently, and the cold water slid down his throat, quenching his thirst with little effect.

Cheng Yuesheng's eyes were compelling, "Don't come and pretend to be confused, don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"Oh? Tell me, then, what am I thinking?" Gu Yingqing naturally asked rhetorically.

The woman's tone ends with a low tactfulness, soft and undeliberate, and not pretentious.

Cheng Yuesheng didn't pick up the stubble, because of her series of evasive behaviors, she hung her face unhappily, she pretended to be stupid, and he didn't bother to tell her.

Gu Yingqing sat down on the single sofa separated from him, his eyes drooped slightly, and he went to look at the cigarette in his hand.

But even if you don't look at his expression, the emotional oppression he gives her continues.

It is the suppression of status, but also the blessing of experience.

For her, there is also the apprehension and fear that arises from not being able to figure out the details of the other party.

Gu Yingqing was very strange, he often lit a cigarette and didn't smoke much, let the smoke twist and rise, burning into ashes, and then he flicked his fingertips seemingly inadvertently, causing the ashes to fall.

Seeing that the cigarette was lit again, Gu Yingqing looked around, and the things he moved were still in the box, crowding the living room.

She leaned over and rummaged through a cardboard box, which was a box of cutlery, and she carefully packed each dish in foam paper for fear of breaking it during the transport.

Gu Yingqing took a small dish not much bigger than a slap from the top, she took the mineral water she had just drunk, poured it on the bottom of the dish, made a temporary ashtray, put it on the armrest of the sofa next to him, and brought him cigarette ash.

"I don't have an ashtray here, so I'll use it."

Cheng Yuesheng glanced at the delicate saucer with gold edges, his hand paused, and as soon as he stretched it out, the ashes on the front of the cigarette roll happened to fall naturally.

Gu Yingqing pretended to be relaxed and said, "If you just mentioned that I pointed fingers at your son's affairs, I apologize, I have no parenting experience, if you think I said something wrong, just don't say it."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about."

I don't know if she made him an ashtray, his face was better, and he was quite calm when he spoke.

He asked, "Why did Cheng Zhiyan come to you when he ran away from home?"

Gu Yingqing thought for a second, "Isn't it because he likes me?"

Cheng Yuesheng said directly: "It's because he sent you home and let him know where you live. What you should do is to refuse Zhao Nanchuan's invitation and keep your distance, as you did on the day of Zhao Nanchuan's funeral."

Gu Yingqing's face seemed to be calm, but he still straightened his back unintentionally.

Cheng Yuesheng caught her emotional changes, and nodded at her again: "Vainly trying to get any benefits from the adults of his family through children, not only is the method not very clever, but it is also easy to be disgusting."

"Your groundless speculation is also quite wrongful." Gu Yingqing looked at him innocently, "Cheng Zhiyan is very cute, he wants to send me home, I just can't bear to refuse his kindness."

"Really?" Cheng Yuesheng asked sarcastically, "He wants to come to your house, and you can't bear to refuse?"

Gu Yingqing pursed her lips and said nothing.

He looked at the woman, and said a pastime with a smile: "Forced, unbearable, this excuse has been used too much, and I believe it, right?"

Gu Ying looked at him clearly, with unbearable forbearance and resentment in his eyes.

"What, I'm not right?" Cheng Yuesheng saw that the cigarette was about to burn out, put the cigarette butt between his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a shallow puff.

Gu Yingqing only felt a suffocating emotion lingering in her chest, and every word he said was like a slap in the head, stuffing cotton into her squeezed chest, blocking her breathlessly.

She frowned, and also suppressed her emotions, and reached for the cigarette between his fingers, which trembled a little, and she paused, and quickly pressed the cigarette out of the plate.

"Then according to what you say...... Gu Yingqing looked at his empty hand, and as he spoke, hesitating, tentatively, he put his fingers under his palm into his fingers, "I

The night with you can also be classified as being forced or unbearable."

Cheng Yuesheng twisted his eyebrows and slapped her hand away mercilessly.

Gu Yingqing didn't care, and went to stick the hand he put on his lap again, and said in a soft voice: "Because of the nursing home, you let me go, and I promised you again, so I had to go with you that night." Does this count as being forced? Seeing that you are uncomfortable, I will help you, is it unbearable?"

Her voice fell, hooked the corners of her lips, and the big palm covered by her palm suddenly flipped over, with a force.

Gu Yingqing was caught off guard, and the whole person was taken to fall in front of him, she thought she was going to fall, but she was shocked, woke up, and was lying on his waist.

Grabbed his hand with one hand and his coat around his waist with the other.

Gu Yingqing couldn't control his emotions and glared at him in annoyance.

"You're a good quibble." He gave her a faint glimmer.

Gu Yingqing's fingers tightened, and after a moment, he simply supported his legs and got up, hugged his neck, and sat down in his arms.

He suddenly sneered, causing Gu Yingqing's body to stiffen.

"Fei went through all this trouble and asked me to come to your house for this?" Cheng Yuesheng said lightly, but his hand rubbed her waist and buttocks very unceremoniously.

It seems that a man is born with this ability, as long as he is given a woman, he can entertain himself.

There was a faint smell of smoke on his body just now, mixed with the healthy and clean body odor of the man himself, and the movements of his hands burned Gu Yingqing's reason together.

There was no light in the living room, only the afterglow of the overhead light in the hallway, which illuminated the living room half-brightly.

Gu Yingqing had never looked at his face seriously when he was sober.

Now, the deep profile of his face is seared into her eyes up close.

It is an aggressive face, with hard lines, outstanding facial features, eyebrows, eyes and thin lips that are the most sexy.

It turns out that if you don't have feelings, you will be attracted.

Gu Yingqing approached, and he naturally grabbed her and kissed.

In any way, he has always been offensive, overturning rivers and seas, and trying to control everything.

Gu Yingqing's breath was swallowed clean, his fingers were numb, and he lay on the back of his neck softly.

He let go of her panting and whispered in her ear, "But if you want to use your posture to keep a man, I'm afraid it's almost meaningful. Before I tasted it, it was quite fresh, and after I tasted it, it was like that."

Like thunder on the ground, Gu Yingqing's mind seemed to have exploded.

She didn't react, she looked up stupidly, and saw that his eyes were still cold and calm, admiring the flush on her face and her moist lips with great interest, as if to say-

Look, you can't control my desires at all, and in the end it will only backfire, self-falling, and make people laugh at it for nothing.