Van Wenting held her palm, and the strength of the squeeze was sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

The ambiguity has not yet dissipated.

One action, one hint, can be a catastrophe.

Wangqing bit her lip and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

Fingers covered his muscles, inch by inch.

"Under the bed, is that okay?"

The lights in the lounge have gone out.

The two can only rely on breathing and temperature to sense each other's presence.

"Of course ......"

Van Winting turned around and lifted her chin accurately, "No. ”

"Huo Yansheng will be back soon, be careful to expose the stuffing."

Van Winting took a moment to tear her arm apart and turn on the light.

Leng Yu's eyes were not half warm.

It seems that the person who was entangled with her just now was not him.

He mercifully reminded her not to be cocooned and hurt others.

I really don't recognize people when I get out of bed.

Such a man, can she enter his heart?

In fact, Wang Qing knew that a man like Van Wenting who was extremely deep in the city was like a piece of ice, and it was difficult to heat it.

Even if I knew, my heart still throbbed.

Fan Wenting hadn't gone out yet, and happened to meet Huo Yansheng who came in a hurry.

"Why are you here?"

Van Winting lazily raised the cigarette between his fingers.

"I didn't expect there to be someone inside."

Then he quipped in Cantonese, "Sorry to bother you." ”

He left the break room without even looking at Haru.

Huo Yansheng looked at Wangqing's dejected expression, took off his coat and draped it over her body.

"Don't take Wen Ting's words to heart, he has a poisonous mouth, and he is now Wangzhiman's fiancé, plus the interests of the Fanjia and the Wangjia are bound, he must start from her interests, and probably listen to her words and treat you as a bad person."

Huo Yansheng knew that Wangqing was not favored in Wang's family, but only that.

He was unaware of all the abuses.

His words made Wangqing's heart a little colder.

"Does he like to look at the vines?"

He was a good friend of Van Winting, and he must have known his thoughts.

Because he is his own student, of course Huo Yansheng will not hide it, "Wen Ting really didn't care about Wangzhiman before, but now, I can't be sure." ”

Wangqing squeezed the teacher's suit tightly.

No wonder.

Wangqing was exhausted, and then leaned on the teacher's shoulder.

"Teacher, I'm so tired, can I go back first?"

Huo Yansheng's heart moved.

Wangqing is the hardest working student in Huo Yansheng's class.

He was too desperate to just look at Qingqing.

"I'll send you home."

"No, I can go back myself."

Thirty minutes later, she appeared in the subway in a gorgeous dress, which attracted many people's sideways.

It's like looking at a madman.

Wangqing turned a blind eye and got off at the station.

But the skirt also scraped the ground device.

She got out of the car in a hurry.

Sizzle.

The skirt was torn at the base of the legs, and large pieces of silk material hung down, revealing slender legs.

Wangqing felt unlucky enough.

Unexpectedly, it started to rain when I got out of the subway entrance, and it was still a thundershower.

Crowds of people left, and some people came to the platform to give umbrellas to relatives and friends.

Wangqing hugged herself tightly, and a chill hit her whole body.

She pursed her thin lips, there was no way to wait like this, so she could only run into the rainstorm with her bag on her head.

A black car drove up near her and suddenly accelerated.

Before she could react, the splash of water from the wheels was all on her body.

The white evening dress left a string of muddy dots.

Wangqing couldn't help but stop.

Because she saw that the person driving the car seemed to be in sight.

And the person sitting next to her was none other than Van Winting.