Meng Jin'an came down from the elevator to the door of the hotel.

Open the mobile app, and the distance of online car-hailing is still three kilometers.

She stood on the side of the road and waited for the bus to come.

The road in Mori City was silent in the early morning.

Occasionally, a ghostfire sped by, leaving a hustle and bustle hovering in the air.

Meng Jin'an took out a box of women's cigarettes from his bag and took out one and put it in his mouth.

With a click, the metal lighter spewed out pale blue flames, reflecting her delicate little face.

She lowered her eyelashes and took a deep puff of her cigarette, which lit up a little scarlet and flickered in the ink.

She threw her neck up and spat out a white mist into the air, a dark filter between her white fingers.

A cigarette hung next to her fair cheeks, and her cardamom-colored nail polish made her skin look like cream.

A strand of green silk swirled around her chestnut hair, rising above her head.

A cool breeze hit, the smoke dissipated instantly, the long hair danced in the wind, and the skirt fluttered.

It's October, and the temperature difference between day and night is a bit large.

Meng Jin'an couldn't help shrinking his neck, his left hand was wrapped around his chest, his fingers clutched the fabric of his skirt, and the soreness under his body was obvious.

The platinum diamond ring between the ring finger glows with the icy glow of the hardest thing in the world under the streetlight.

It was left to her by Cen Yijin, which was the only thing of some value, and it was also a proof of her identity in the Cen family.

Meng Jin'an returned to the Cen family's villa - Yulong Bay, and it was already four o'clock in the morning.

She used her fingerprints to pick the lock, entered the hallway lightly, changed into home slippers, and prepared to go upstairs.

"Jin'an, you're back."

A familiar voice came from the depths of the living room.

Meng Jin'an was stunned and looked up.

Zhang Xueru was dressed in plain white clothes, which was very abrupt in the dark.

She wore her hair draped and sat on a mahogany sofa.

In his hand, he rotated the string of black Zhai stone Buddha beads that he wore on his hand all year round.

Like a female ghost, it seeps into people's hearts.

Meng Jin'an clenched his fingers and swallowed his saliva subconsciously, "Mom, you got up so early?" ”

Zhang Xueru raised her eyelids, stared at her sunken eyes, and looked at her for a moment.

She didn't get up, she didn't sleep at all all night.

After Zhang Xueru looked at Meng Jin'an, she pulled the corners of her lips slightly.

"Jin'an, come here, talk to your mother."

Meng Jin'an licked his lips, stepped away from his sore legs, and walked towards Zhang Xueru's side.

Zhang Xueru stretched out her cold fingers and grabbed her wrist, causing her goosebumps.

"Did you get the thing?"

Zhang Xueru's voice was like a ghost, making the empty room even more empty.

Meng Jin'an couldn't help but shudder.

She sat down next to Zhang Xueru and held Zhang Xueru's hand back.

"Mom, not yet, but I'll figure it out."

"Jin'an, Mom knows that you are a smart person, smart people have to make wise choices, Yijin was so good to you when she was alive, and Mom also treated you like a daughter!"

Zhang Xueru's words are serious, and the meaning of her words is clear to Meng Jin'an.

Meng Jin'an hooked his lips slightly, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

The soft palm pinched the back of Zhang Xueru's cold hand.

"Mom, don't worry, I must remember that you and Yijin are good to me."

*

At the moment when Meng Jin'an quietly left the hotel suite and closed the door.

Cen Yuansheng opened his deep eyes.

He had already reviewed the whole thing in his head.

He received Meng Jin'an's WeChat message at noon the day before.

Ask him out to meet him, and say that he has something to talk to him about.

After work, the two met at the bar of the Kirin Club and drank a few cocktails.

After that, Meng Jin'an went to the bathroom.

He heard her crying on the phone.

saw Meng Jin'an, who was embarrassed, in the bathroom.

He remembered clearly that her eyes were filled with tears, and the tails of her eyes were red, as if she had been greatly wronged.

looks pitiful, and is clearly a goblin who is born to hook souls.

Meng Jin'an hugged his leg and burst into tears pitifully.

After that, he picked her up and came out of the clubhouse with her half-drunk.

In the underground parking lot, the door of assistant Wu Zhen has not yet opened.

Meng Jin'an hooked his neck and kissed him with soft lips.

He also shouted Cen Yijin's name.

Cen Yuansheng's mind was blank at that time, and at the same time, a nameless anger arose, making him want to vent.

He was hooked by her kiss and burned with lust.

Alcohol, the kiss to the end of the scene gradually out of control......

The fire of dry wood and the passion that ignites at the touch of a touch burns the reason of the two people.

Driven by primitive desires, they just want more to perish.

After that, the two of them naturally entered the hotel and came to this suite.

He took the red wine glass in Meng Jin'an's hand and drank it......

Thinking of this, Cen Yuansheng suddenly withdrew from his thoughts.

Sit up from the bed and lean against the head of the bed.

Reach for the cigarette case on the bedside table, shake off one between your fingers, and light it on your thin lips.

His cheeks sunken slightly, and he took a deep breath, white smoke spilling from between his mouth and nose, enveloping his grim countenance.

There was no wave in his deep black eyes, and he coldly glanced at the mess on the carpet.

That's something I've used.

He couldn't help but tug at his lips and snorted softly in his nostrils.

Fragments of memories burst into his mind, upsetting him a little.

He took a hard puff of his cigarette, exhaled a string of smoke rings, and shook his head, trying to get rid of the momentary trouble.

Cen Yuansheng lifted the quilt and got up and went to the ground.

Holding the cigarette between his lips and teeth, he bent down to pick up his messy trousers and fumbled in his pockets.

I touched both sides, and it was empty.

He curled the corners of his lips slightly, snorted coldly, and threw his trousers on the carpet.

The eyebrows are deeply twisted into a ball, and in the black eyes of Gu Jing without waves, it seems to be quenched through the coldness of ice, which is intimidating.

He gritted his teeth, looked gloomy, and clenched the cigarette butt.

"Meng Xiaoxiao, you wait for me!"