Song Wanyue was puzzled: "What am I doing drinking this?" ”

His tone was flat: "Two or three bottles of vodka, ordinary people are directly pulled into the hospital for gastric lavage after drinking." You can still stand here, and the amount of alcohol is really good. ”

Song Wanyue: "......"

The family is very strict, and she has hardly ever drunk alcohol, at most it is a drink with a bit of alcohol.

I don't know anything about the type and degree of wine.

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Of course she didn't drink the medicine.

The lie was debunked, and she was silent more than ever.

On the way back, she sat in the passenger seat and was quiet the whole time.

But I'm not used to this kind of quietness where I can hear the sound of breathing.

After receiving Duan Baiting's tacit approval, she turned on the car radio.

A random channel, the local radio station, is hosted by a speaker in the local dialect of Baijiang.

Fortunately, it's not hard to understand.

"Recently, there has been frequent good news in the entertainment industry, and there is a new generation of students who have reported their marriage. Yesterday, the media broke out that actress Tan Yue secretly gave birth to a daughter in the hospital half a year ago. At the age of 45, she has already stepped into the ranks of advanced maternal age. It has been learned that five years ago, Tan Yue, who ended her first marriage, married Duan Jialiang, who was 10 years older than her, and returned to her family after marriage. A month ago, a passer-by photographed a family of three walking by the lake, and the family was happy and enviable. ”

As the radio station was cut off, the interior of the car was calm again.

Song Wanyue looked at the culprit and was a little dissatisfied: "I haven't finished listening to it yet." ”

Duan Baiting found a place to park his car and turned the car in.

He opened the storage compartment and took out the cigarette case and lighter: "You sit in there for a while, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette." ”

He doesn't have a habit of smoking, and he doesn't smoke much.

At the very least, Song Wanyue rarely saw him smoking.

The low air pressure at this moment, no matter how thick her nerves are, she can detect some clues.

Probably afraid that the smoke would smoke her, he walked a little further away from the car and lit the cigarette.

There are no street lights, and there are few cars passing by, so it is dark and quiet.

He stood alone by the flowerbed, and the green plants next to him had been □□ by someone, and the leaves had fallen off, leaving only a lonely branch.

The orange glow of the fire is faint at night.

His eyes were dark, and the cool temperament around him was very suitable, allowing him to blend into the loneliness of the moment.

He always gave people the feeling that he was born to be lonely.

Whether it was the top of the mountain or the trough, he could only be alone.

Do you dare to approach, or you can't approach.

Countless people wanted to stand beside him, but they all cowered.

Obsessed with him, and afraid of him.

In the end, he was still alone.

"You're not in a good mood."

A soft voice breaks the silence.

The long soot fell, and he lowered his eyes.

Song Wanyue didn't know when she came to him, wearing his coat.

Neither length nor width suited her too much.

Duan Baiting raised his hand to disperse the gray smoke in front of him, and the hand holding the cigarette raised away from her: "It's not for you to sit in the car and wait." ”

She shrunk her neck and looked timid: "I'm a little scared alone, it's too dark over there, and there is no one yet." ”

Duan Baiting: "......"

He snuffed out his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt into the trash: "Let's go." ”

Song Wanyue followed, grabbing the placket of her coat with both hands to prevent it from slipping off: "Do you mind if I wear your clothes without your permission?" I'm so cold that your clothes are in the car. ”

Beside him, she was petite and could not walk as fast as he did.

Duan Baiting's normal speed, she had to run all the way to keep up.

Seeing that she began to gasp softly, he consciously slowed down.

He was not emotionally open, his tone was light, and he clearly did not care who was wearing his coat.

The quiet night became noisy because of Song Wanyue's presence.

In terms of talk, she can be worth thousands of troops by herself.

The coat was wrapped tightly, and smelling the woody fragrance that belonged to Duan Baiting on it, she felt a kind of deer thumping nervously.

Before the charges were finished, she thought about turning herself in before he found out, and maybe she would be able to get a lighter sentence later.

"I was trying to touch up my makeup in the car just now, but I didn't hold it steady for a while, and I sprinkled powder on your car."

"Hmm."

"I didn't care, I put on the lipstick, but I wiped it off."

"Hmm."

Song Wanyue was silent for a while, and then said, "And the watch you put on the center console......"

“......”

Duan Baiting didn't know that she got out of the car and smoked a cigarette, how did she do so many things.

He stopped and asked her calmly, "If there is anything else to repent, I will say it before I get into the car." ”

Song Wanyue did have an impeccable appearance, one of the most satisfying works of Nuwa's life.

In the dim light, her beautiful eyes could still see the tiny light.

It was as if countless stars were hiding in it.

Whenever and wherever she is, she gives people a sense of sincerity that is not aggressive, which is probably her greatest strength.

"Weren't you upset just now?"

The topic shifted suddenly, and she asked very bluntly.

The voice is delicate and soft, but it also carries concern for him.

The warmth that doesn't belong to him starts from his fingertips.

Her palms overlapped with his, then slowly gripped them.

She lowered her head and traced her fingers on the back of his hand, along the bulging veins.

A man's palm is always large and wide, and she can't hold it with one hand.

She could feel it, even if he didn't say anything, even if he didn't show it at all.

Like an airtight glass cover, he sealed himself firmly inside.

But she could just feel the subtle and fleeting emotional changes at that moment.

Ten fingers clasped together, and she tiptoed to hug him again.

Leaning into his broad, sturdy embrace.

He only wore a shirt, and the direction of the texture line could be clearly felt.

Duan Baiting didn't push her away, and she got even more inches.

The whole person is like a soft vine, firmly wrapping around this wall.

The hot and humid breath fell on his ears, and her voice was soft: "Duan Baiting, do you want to kiss me?" ”

He lowered his eyes, just in time to meet her clear eyes.

Receiving no answer, Song Wanyue took the initiative to put her soft lips on it, tossing and turning.

The movements are rusty, and there is no skill at all.

Until Duan Baiting calmly took control of the initiative.

This kiss has changed from the most superficial lip-to-lip collision to an entanglement of the tip of the tongue.

She palmed her curvaceous waist with one hand and lowered her head to make the kiss deeper.

A kiss lasted more than ten minutes.

It was Song Wanyue who took the initiative to provoke her, but in the end, she was crying and begging for mercy.

Duan Baiting was finally willing to let her go.

The silver thread was broken, and she gasped softly, her lips already red and swollen.

The hand behind her waist slowly retracted, pinching her thin waist instead.

One hand is almost completely covered.

She was still being held in his arms, feeling the heaving of her chest as he breathed.

It was easy to catch my breath, and my voice became sticky because of the kiss just now.

"Are you feeling better now?"

It was as if she was really just trying to coax him.

Duan Baiting's fingertips rubbed and rubbed on her lips: "Hmm." ”

The answer is so plain that people can't tell the truth from the false.

Song Wanyue retracted into his arms, scooped up one of his hands and put it in the palm of his hand to play with.

His fingers were long and his joints were hard, and she had felt it herself.

She was coquettish, rubbing his chest around, and her voice was also sinister: "I lied to you just now, I didn't touch up your makeup in your car, and I didn't spill loose powder." ”