For three years, he has been trying to move in her direction, hoping that one day he can find a way to transfer to Guangbei, but before anyone went, she mentioned these two words again, how could he not be angry.

He thought in his heart, even if he was so seriously injured, he would let himself grit his teeth and persevere, because he knew that Song Lichu would wait for him again.

But once such a belief collapsed, he really didn't know what he was trying so hard to go for!

Although he comforted himself again and again, her tone should be drunk, maybe not sincere, you can think that the last person who hung up the phone was a man, and his heart couldn't calm down.

If he didn't go over and find her as soon as possible and figure out what was going on, he would probably not be able to sleep for the rest of his life.

The day after Song Lichu woke up, the driver told her that she was a little worried about the phone call, but then she thought about it, she called so many times, but no one answered, maybe she said it to the air yesterday, so she didn't take it seriously.

On the third day, in order to celebrate Lu Qing's birthday, she specially invited many friends to her villa.

At first, Lu Qing didn't want to be so high-profile, but Song Lichu said that it was just in her house, not high-profile, they were all colleagues, she knew everything, and Lu Qing agreed.

A group of young people, after drinking, some of them were too drunk and didn't leave, there were many rooms in her villa, so they each picked one to sleep, and Song Lichu slept in her own room.

When he woke up the next day, He Zhishu's cousin was in urgent need of urine, but there was no toilet in his room, so he rushed out to find the toilet in the living room without wearing a shirt.

When he was done, the doorbell rang suddenly, and he opened it to take a look.

It's okay not to look at it, but at first glance, I saw a tall man standing at the door with a black face, which frightened him to wake up suddenly.

"You...... Which one are you? ”

Wen Qingye stood at the door of the villa with a frown, and carefully checked the address written on his note, which was the soldier who answered his phone after Song Lichu called, saying that this was the address left by Song Lichu for him.

He looked at the address, then at Cousin He Zhishu, and was just about to open his mouth to say that he had made a mistake, but Song Lichu walked out of the room yawning in his pajamas.

Hearing the voice, Wen Qingye subconsciously looked up, and the moment he saw Song Lichu, his face was pale, and his eyes were sharp, which made people shudder.

Song Lichu, who was still a little sleepy-eyed, inadvertently caught a glimpse of Wen Qingye outside, and the person woke up with a spirit, standing motionless in place, thinking that he was dazzled and misunderstood.

After blinking his eyes for a long time and rubbing them several times, he was sure that it was a person standing at the door, not a phantom.

At this time, He Zhishu was already dressed and ready to go out to work, and when he saw Song Lichu standing there motionless like a stone carving, he walked over and asked, "What are you doing standing here stupidly?" ”

After finishing speaking, he glanced back, and saw Wen Qingye standing at the door, his teeth were about to be crushed, and he glanced at his cousin again, and immediately raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Who told you to come out without dressing, hurry in and dress me."

Cousin He Zhishu looked down, only then did he realize that he was not wearing a shirt, and when he turned his head to look at Song Lichu, his face turned red, and he quickly rushed into his room.

He Zhishu, who knew that Wen Qingye might have misunderstood, hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, yesterday was Lu Qing's birthday, we celebrated her birthday here, and everyone slept in separate rooms, I dare to promise this, don't think about it." ”

Wen Qingye glanced at He Zhishu and didn't speak, and once again fell his gaze on Song Lichu, at that moment, Song Lichu was like a child who had done something wrong, his eyes didn't dare to look at Wen Qingye at all, he could only bow his head weakly, and no one dared to go over.

In the end, it was He Zhishu who welcomed him in, got everything done, and drove everyone away.

Before leaving, when he returned the key to Song Lichu, he whispered: "Tell him well, Wen Qingye is not the kind of unreasonable person." ”

Song Lichu smiled bitterly, and saw them leave.

The door was closed, and Song Lichu was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

I haven't seen him for three years, and when we meet again, she seems to be a little unsure of how to talk to him and say hello.

I want to be like before, but I feel as if I am awkward everywhere, and I feel like the most familiar stranger in an instant.

In order not to make the atmosphere too embarrassing, Song Lichu put the key on the coffee table, looked at the man standing by the window, with his back to her, coughed lightly, and said with a smile: "That...... You must be thirsty, I'll pour you a glass of water!" ”

Song Lichu, who was about to slip away after speaking, suddenly heard his voice: "Song Lichu ......"

"Ah......h

Instinctively, she turned to look back at him, and saw his eyes moving slightly at her.

She just watched him walk towards her little by little, and she wanted to run away, but her body felt like she was pinned to the ground, and she couldn't move.

It wasn't until he came over and grabbed her face, lowered his head and kissed her that Song Lichu had a reaction.

It's just that before she could figure it out, Wen Qingye's next move really made her a little uncontrollable.

His hand kept roaming over her, the kiss was hot and intense, and the big hand that clasped her neck almost used all his strength to get her close to him, as if he was afraid that she would run if she had little strength.

Song Lichu was dizzy from his kiss, his head was swollen, and he couldn't think about it at all.

Until he gasped and stopped, the tip of his nose against hers, and his eyes seemed to be glued to her like a brush: "Where's the bed?" ”

She followed his words and pointed to the master bedroom not far away.

Wen Qingye raised his head, and when he lowered his head again, he picked her up and walked in without saying a word.

Her bed was soft and he was hard.

After drinking wine last night, Song Lichu's body has not fully recovered, and his body, which was already a little soft, is becoming more and more thin and pitiful in his violent wind and rain at this moment.

The curtains of the room were drawn, and under the dim vision, the two figures were constantly intertwined, like flowers and leaves growing together in a flower garden, tightly connected to each other.

After several hours of ups and downs, Song Lichu's originally fair skin was now covered with all kinds of red marks.

Wen Qingye held her in his arms, breathed evenly and fell asleep.

Song Lichu was paralyzed in his arms, his eyes open, and he felt like he was dreaming.

It always felt unreal, as if he might disappear in the next second, causing her to feel extremely uneasy for a while, lying in his arms and moving unconsciously.

As soon as she moved, Wen Qingye's eyes opened.

She lay in his arms, raised her hand and gently touched his face, looking at his tired and somewhat pitiful eyes, Song Lichu suddenly felt a little distressed.

The man unconsciously leaned forward and landed a kiss on his thin lips.

Gently, like a feather drifting by, so unreal.

I don't know what kind of fan she was looking for, she knew that he was very tired and tired, but she just wanted to confirm whether the one in front of her was her hallucination or the real person.

When she looked up, she couldn't help but drop her lips again, deepening the kiss.

Wen Qingye cooperated with her little by little, and fell into sinking again.