Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 37 Raw and Cooked Rice 1
I didn't go out the next day and stayed in the hotel all day.

The weather forecast said rain, and it actually rained.After a gust of wind, dark clouds filled the sky, and there were bursts of thunder, accompanied by lightning, and then the big raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the glass windows of the window, making a "crackling" sound .

The torrential rain in summer is like an arrow, and thousands of troops are coming, making people have nowhere to hide.

The rain is getting heavier.I stood at the window and looked down. The street was empty, without a single person. As far as the eye could see, white water was everywhere, converging into small streams. The rainwater was falling, and countless flowers were rushing to bloom. Small flowers, high-rise buildings near and far, and various colorful billboards are all blurred.

At noon, the rain finally stopped.

The whole city seemed to be wet with water.

Although Cheng Yiming is unwilling to "cook raw rice and cooked rice" with me, it doesn't mean he doesn't have a gentleman's demeanor and ignores me.He called me, in a businesslike tone: "Lara, have you had lunch yet?"

I said, "Eat it. I called the restaurant and had the waiter bring it up. I was just full."

"Oh." Cheng Yiming put down the phone.

I fell asleep and woke up with nothing to do so I watched TV.

A very boring Korean drama.

The stories of Korean dramas are almost the same, the hero is a rich man, the heroine is a Cinderella, the two finally get together, but they learn that the heroine has cancer, and then all the people hug together and cry into a pot of porridge—— —God knows, why do cancers in South Korea like beautiful, cute and kind heroines?

Although the TV series is boring, I stare at it intently.

On the TV, the hero and heroine, who were crying so badly, couldn't help kissing. It was a beautiful picture, and the kiss was very beautiful-of course, it had nothing to do with pornography.But somehow, I felt hot all over, and my body swelled infinitely.

I think I'm really amazing, even a boring soap opera can show me the effect of Jin Ping Mei.

The kissing scene is very beautiful, the kiss is very innocent, but in my mind, it has turned into a bloody and passionate picture that is not suitable for children.I was still very shameless, and I was thinking rascally, after the kiss, should the hero and heroine on TV "sex the sheets"?
Why.Am I horny?

Maybe, I'm really hungry—physiologically.

Cheng Yiming went to the seminar during the day and came back to have dinner with me in the evening.After dinner, the two of them went back to their respective rooms and slept in their own sleep.

Several times, I wondered, should I knock on the door of Cheng Yiming's room in the posture of a hungry tiger pouncing on food, to seduce Cheng Yiming?Like the coquettish female ghost described by Pu Songling, she lures/seduces the scholar who studies late at night in the middle of the night, so that he can entertain him and himself, and burn a fire with dry wood.

My facial features are not beautiful, and I can't match the traditional beauties. What is remarkable is that I am tall enough and have a good body proportion, especially my pair of legs, which are slender and straight.

It is said that nine out of ten Chinese men like long legs and beauty. Back then, Wang Zuxian fascinated many men because of her long legs and became the most classic sexy goddess in their minds.But now many girls who love beauty would rather bear the pain to do leg lengthening surgery, and do not hesitate to insert metal into the leg bone, so that the legs will look slender.

And my long legs are naturally beautiful and hard to give up.

After struggling for a long time, I finally gave up the rogue idea of ​​seducing/leading Cheng Yiming.

I am the most useless person in the world. I am as useless as I can be, and my rogue thoughts are rogue thoughts, but when I actually act and practice, I always have stage fright at critical moments, a real paper tiger!

In the end, I still have lust but no guts.

I have a lot of worries.If I am shameless to seduce/lead Cheng Yiming, Cheng Yiming is fascinated and succeeds in fishing, but I am most afraid that he is really a fool, and he is better at pretending than Tang Monk. If the name is different from the emptiness, the other color is emptiness, and the emptiness is false color", how can I get off the stage?
It takes a lot of perseverance and courage to break the jar.

The night is very lonely at this time, and I am even more lonely.

Because I slept too much during the day, I couldn't sleep at night.

Later, I simply went to the cafe below the hotel for coffee.

In Hong Kong at night, in the breezy sea breeze, it is a little bit cool, giving people a very comfortable feeling.The owner of the cafe was very shrewd. After the sun went down, he set up a lot of outdoor seats in the open space around him. On the tables, there were romantic and exquisite candlesticks and pink heart-shaped glass covers.The alluring smell of caramel macchiato wafts from a distance, and the fragrance is endless.

I don't like caramel macchiato very much, it's too sweet.

I asked for a cup of black coffee, still without sugar.

Then I sat on a seat near the road.Not far from me a young foreign man—maybe of mixed race—sat alone at a coffee table, drinking his coffee and looking at me.

The foreign man was very tall, with a stalwart figure, a tall and straight physique, and a strong body. His face was very handsome, like a Greek statue, and his eyes were blue and deep.He was wearing a white shirt with a very low neckline, revealing his bright tanned skin and thick sexy chest hair.

He saw me looking at him, grinned, then raised the coffee cup in his hand, and gestured politely to me.I looked at him. Although I don't want to marry Western men, I don't hate them. I think it's good to be friends with them.

I suddenly became bold, took my coffee, and walked towards the foreign man.Then, she came up to him and sat down on the chair opposite him.

I said in English: "Hello, hello."

The foreign man said in standard Mandarin: "Hello."

"Huh?" I said, "So you can speak Chinese, and it's pretty good."

The foreign man smiled: "My name is Margaret, what about you?"

I said, "My name is Su Lala."

Margario asked, "Alone?"

I blinked: "Yes." It was my turn to ask him: "What about you? Are you alone?"

Margallo said: "I am also a person." He said humorously: "It seems that at this moment, you and I are the same people who have fallen into the world—both are lonely."

"Huh?" I was surprised, "I never thought that you, a foreign friend, can not only speak Chinese perfectly, but also use Tang poetry and idioms."

Magalio laughed: "A quarter of my blood is Chinese."

"What about the other three-quarters of the bloodline?" I was gossip.

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