Entering the door, she turned her back to the door panel, put her hands behind her back, and looked down at Yuan Zheng, who threw slippers out of the shoe cabinet.

"What do you mean you let me in?" Wen Nan smiled obviously, "Do you want to keep me here for the night?" ”

Not only let her in the door, but now also find her slippers.

It's late at night, lonely men and widows are in the same room, and that's the story that is most likely to happen.

She certainly doesn't shy away from the possibility.

Yuan Zheng stood up at this time, the delicate suit jacket without a trace of wrinkles on his body had not been taken off, and he stood in front of her neatly dressed at this time, with a dull expression: "Then you go out?" ”

If you get cheap and sell well, this is the current situation of Wen Nan.

Sure enough, after being scolded by Yuan Zheng, Wen Nan no longer casually joked with him, quickly changed her slippers, and was not polite at all after entering the door, and went straight to the bathroom.

"I want to throw up, I'm sorry."

Thanks to the layout of his apartment, it was obvious that he could find a bathroom, so Wen Nan wasted no time, squatted next to the toilet and began to vomit. One after another, she finally vomited up even the acid water in her stomach.

"Is there any water?"

Wen Nan squatted on the ground, turned around and looked at Yuan Zheng who was standing at the door with a weak face, as if watching a play.

The latter did not speak, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water.

After rinsing her mouth, Wen Nan supported her waist with both hands and slowly stood up.

Seeing that she didn't vomit again, Yuan Zheng turned around and went back to his bedroom. Wen Nan subconsciously followed the past, but he closed the door indifferently and was isolated from the door.

"Hey." Wen Nan knocked on the door, and her voice was a little weak due to the discomfort of the empty stomach: "Please help me find a set of pajamas, I still have to take a shower......"

I don't know if the man inside heard clearly, anyway, he still looks like that stinky stone, and he doesn't reply to her.

"I'm ...... Ah......h

The door panel was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and Wen Nan's hand knocking on the door paused in the air, swallowing all the unspoken words.

"Pajama ......"

She repeated quietly, her long, beautiful eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Yuan Zheng flicked his arm lightly, and a white shirt was covered on Wen Nan's head.

There was darkness in front of him in an instant, but the corners of Wen Nan's mouth slowly raised. Raising her hand to take down the clothes he had thrown over, the smile on her face deepened with the strength of the wine: "White shirts are dangerous." ”

“……”

If he is not very drunk, he is also drunk, and Yuan Zheng doesn't want to pay attention to the woman who is full of alcohol.

Ignoring whether Wen Nan wanted to go into the bathroom to take a shower now, he walked past her blocking the door and walked straight to the living room. There was a notebook on the coffee table, and he sat next to it, his eyebrows gradually raised.

Yuan Zheng was working, and Wen Nan was not interested in flirting again.

Turning into the bathroom, she undressed and showered, and her movements flowed. She feels like a giant on her lips, and sometimes she says things on a large scale, but her receptivity is not synchronized.

For example, now, she is taking a bath in the bathroom alone, even though she knows that Yuan Zheng will not enter the door, but she still has no sense of security.

She fully accepts having sex with him tonight, but only if they agree to a relationship, or at least she's in charge. If he is active and she is passive, she will not accept this possibility.

Invisibly, the speed of bathing accelerated, and Wen Nan finally changed into the white shirt that Yuan Zheng gave her.

The clothes on her body were all washed by her hands, so at this moment, she had nothing on her body except for a shirt.

The fabric of the shirt is very good, not cheap and thin, and Wen Nan has repeatedly confirmed it when she wears it on her body, but she has not found any possibility of exposing her privacy. But just in case, she still wrapped a clean bath towel around the outside and tied a bow on her chest.

Coming out of the bathroom with a puff on her cheeks, Wen Nan found that Yuan Zheng was still in the living room on business.

She leaned cautiously over, her eyes full of temptation, and chose to sit on the couch beside him.

"This smell is so familiar."

After washing off the smell of wine, Wen Nan noticed the faint aroma on Yuan Zheng's body. The scent was so vague that she couldn't smell it when she was outside. At this moment, she came closer, and her brain was suddenly attacked by a torrent of memories.

"Is it the perfume I gave you back then?"

Wen Nan didn't like makeup back then, and now her makeup is also very light, and she only knows a little about cosmetics and perfume bags. But the aroma on Yuan Zheng's body was too familiar, and a nameless fire arose in Wen Nan's heart, burning hotly and making her happy.

"You smell wrong."

Turning on the computer, Yuan Zheng got up.

Seeing that he was leaving, Wen Nan took this as an escape as a matter of course, she didn't get up to chase after him, but just locked his figure tightly with a pair of smiling eyes.

She didn't need his answer to confirm that he was sprayed with the same perfume of the same brand she had given back then.

Six years ago, her spending power was limited, and even saving money for what he thought was expensive gifts would be a drop in the bucket for him. If he really knows how to use the perfume she gave him, and will use it six years later, there are really too many things to tell.

Wen Nan vaguely felt that Yuan Zheng had always been obsessed with her.

It's just that he can control his emotions better than she does, and he doesn't show it as much as she does.

There was a burst of sweetness on the tip of her heart, Wen Nan sat on the sofa and looked at her phone, and her ears were filled with the sound of water in the bathroom.

At this time, Feng Ling had already arrived home, and she had just quarreled with Qin Que on the road, she was in a bad mood now, and she had nowhere to vent her resentment for no reason.

As soon as she entered the door and wanted to lie down and rest, her mobile phone was bombarded with Wen Nan's message.

[I'm at Yuan Zheng's house now, and I feel like something is going to happen. 】

[What should I do?! Suddenly so nervous! 】

The two concise text messages quickly restored Feng Ling's blood bar to fullness. Her emotional path stumbled, and she had to let her good sister get what she wanted.

[Yuan Zheng is not an ordinary man, and he doesn't want to send it to the door. If something does happen tonight, then he absolutely likes you. 】

After receiving Feng Ling's reply, Wen Nan's eyelids gradually became hot. Before he could reply, Feng Ling's message was updated again: [Pay attention to safety, sister. 】

Of course, Wen Nan knew what the other party meant.

Security measures have to keep up.

Just when Wen Nan wanted to chat with Feng Ling for a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and she looked up, but the bathroom door did not open for a long time.

Without opening the door and making no sound, Wen Nan put down her mobile phone and approached the door panel with a light footstep.

"Are you alright...... Eh......"

Before she could finish her words of concern, Wen Nan was startled by the glass door that suddenly opened. Halfway through a low scream, she found that Yuan Zheng was naked on the upper half of his body, and only a bath towel was wrapped around his thin waist.

The muscles on the lower abdomen were neat and distinct, and the lines were clear, Wen Nan just glanced at it, quickly turned his head, and pulled the bow on his chest with both hands.

Her expressions and reactions were indistinguishable, and they were all extremely obvious shy evasions.

Yuan Zheng ignored it and turned over slightly, so that Wen Nan's eyes could look past his standing position and into the bathroom.

"Who allowed you to hang your underwear next to my clothes?"

Wen Nan had already seen the clothes hanging on a pole at this time, and she didn't think there was anything, so she said in a natural tone: "Underwear is also clothes, what's wrong with me washing it and drying it on the balcony shelf." ”

Yuan Zheng sighed lightly, impressed by the frank tone of the woman in front of him.

It was as if he was working in her house, and everything had to be arranged by her.

Yuan Zheng stopped talking, and Wen Nan looked at him with a victorious attitude, only to find that his gaze fell on her at some point.

No.

To be precise, it should be on the chest.