Kiss her 90,000 times

Shi Wan stood beside the trash can, gargling dazedly.

Fu Conglin stood beside him with a sullen face, silently.

Not far away, a group of people came out of the hotel lobby in a mighty manner, accompanied by men and women, talking and laughing.

"The script this time is very good, we will discuss and discuss it another day, it is so confirmed..."

Someone next to him talked to Song Banxia, ​​and Song Banxia smiled softly and said modestly: "You are absurd, I still have a lot to learn from you."

"Haha... Young people are awesome."

"Yes..." Song Banxia's eyes froze, and she looked over with a little doubt.

My mind went blank for a moment.

Fu Conglin and... Shi Wan?
She saw Fu Conglin supporting Shi Wan, who fell into his arms unsteadily.

The man grabbed her waist and wanted to take her away.

Shi Wan was unwilling, her steps staggered and confused.

Fu Conglin brushed her hair wrapped around her face, and half hugged her, a little coaxing and deceiving.

After a while, he got into the car with Shi Wan.

Smooth lines, high-end expensive car drive away.

"Xiao Song...?"

"...Huh?" Song Banxia came back to her senses, her eyes were a little bit stingy, she blinked, quickly calmed down her gloomy mood, and responded calmly with a smile: "Yes, what's wrong?"
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As soon as he got into the car, Fu Conglin took out alcohol wet wipes and disinfectant from the storage box.

He has a cleansing habit, and this kind of thing is always on hand.

Fu Conglin wiped his hands first, lowered the car window, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, loosened his tie, and then went to see Shi Wan.

Shi Wan leaned against the car window, looking tired with her eyes closed.

Fu Conglin took the wet paper, "Turn it over."

Shi Wan didn't move, eyes still closed.

Fu Conglin suppressed it, and repeated it patiently as much as possible, "Shiwan, turn around."

Shi Wan's head hurts, but there is no peace in her ears.

There was a man's deep and unrepeatable voice, and there was also the sound of a whistle mixed with the whistling wind, which made her frowned a little annoyed.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, he turned around in a daze, and saw Fu Conglin's stern face, staring at her expressionlessly at this moment.

"Wipe yourself."

Fu Conglin threw the wet paper over and smashed it on Shi Wan's hand.

The back of the hand felt cold for a moment, and there was a faint irritating smell in the breath, Shi Wan wrinkled her nose, raised her hand, and "snapped" the wet paper away.

Fu Conglin frowned in displeasure, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Don't wipe? Wait for me to wipe it for you?"

If it was Fu Conglin from the past, he would definitely leave a sentence, let's see if you are worthy.

But now Fu Conglin smiled coldly.

He ripped a few wet papers mixed with alcohol, and squeezed Shi Wan's hand hard.

Shi Wan was in pain, and her temper also came up, "It hurts!"

Fu Conglin: "Let me bear the pain!"

After drinking like this, the pain is deserved.

He spread Shiwan's palm.

Shi Wan clenched her fist in rebellion, not wanting him to rub it. Fu Conglin stared at her, and under her gaze, opened it bit by bit again.

The two competed vigorously, and neither would let the other.

In the end Wan lost.

As soon as the wet paper was covered, Shi Wan suddenly lowered her head and bit Fu Conglin's hand as if stressed!
Fu Conglin: "...!!"

Is this woman crazy?

As a result, she took a mouthful full of the smell of disinfectant and alcohol, Shi Wan frowned, as if she had been bullied miserably, her eyes were foggy, as if tears were about to fall,
Fu Conglin lifted his lips and said coldly: "You still have the face to cry? Drinking and biting, you are wronged."

Shi Wan made a hoarse voice, and stubbornly withdrew her hand: "I won't wipe it!"

"You try again?" He threatened.

Shi Wan shrank her shoulders subconsciously, and looked at him timidly.

Fu Conglin took a deep breath, lowered his head and wiped her fingers with wet paper one by one.

After wiping one hand, she was unwilling to give the other hand, hiding behind her, with red eyes, as if Fu Conglin could eat her up.

He said softly, "The other hand."

"No."

"take it out."

"I do not want!"

"Shi Wan!" He suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

Not only Shi Wan, but also Meng Zhang, who was driving the car, was taken aback.

He quietly raised his eyelids, and was swept over by Fu Conglin's awe-inspiring gaze. He trembled all over, and immediately sat upright, not daring to glance at him randomly.

"Get out..." Shi Wan raised her chin, pointed at Fu Conglin with her clean finger, and ordered him inarticulately: "You, you, you, get out and sit in the front, I don't want you to sit in the back..."

Meng Zhang's hand holding the steering wheel tightened, sweating for Shi Wan.

He recalled an incident that had happened before.

It was raining at the Shengxiao Hall.

She sits in the back seat.

Because Fu Conglin and Song Banxia came here together.

Shi Wan was asked to sit in front.

Meng Zhang clearly remembered that Shi Wan opened the window at that time, and when it was cold in Song Banxia, ​​Fu Conglin ordered the window to be closed, but Shi Wan asked him to raise the railing.

That was the first time he saw Shiwan being so stubborn.

This time, it surprised him even more.

But he didn't dare to say anything, he didn't dare to do anything, he could only watch with his eyes and nose, and his heart with his nose.

Fu Conglin clenched the hand holding the wet paper into a fist, and let it go after a while.

He doesn't care about a drunkard.

"Don't get too far."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand towards Shi Wan.

Shi Wan avoids him.

The two tugged again, and with an inadvertent "bang", knocked the alcohol down on the car mat, and the strong smell of alcohol lingered in the entire car instantly.

Fu Conglin clenched his jaw, but his face was as calm as water.

Meng Zhang caught a glimpse of his face from the rearview mirror, and swallowed sharply.

This seemed to be a harbinger of a storm.

He raised the railing up silently, and he breathed a sigh of relief after he separated his sight.

Shi Wan stared at the alcohol bottle for a moment, then she disapproved and snorted coquettishly at Fu Conglin.

Full of temper.

Fu Conglin laughed angrily at her.

It's ok.

The alcohol is gone, and there is still disinfectant, not to mention, there is a lot of alcohol here.

Shi Wan, she can't escape.

Fu Conglin took out a new bottle of alcohol, opened it and put it away.

Shi Wan leaned on the back cushion, looked at him and looked at him again.

This time, he didn't give Shi Wan any room to negotiate, and he pulled Shi Wan's hand forcefully, without restraint, and without showing mercy, he wiped Shi Wan's hand forcefully with a wet paper.

Shi Wan frowned and hummed, and after a few seconds she lowered her head and stared at her hand.

When Fu Conglin brushed her ring finger, she suddenly called out.

"Where is my ring!"

She was a little flustered, and her eyes were blurred, "Where did my ring go? Why did it disappear!"

Fu Conglin paused, he lowered his head, his dark eyelashes covered the gloomy emotions in his eyes, "Didn't you throw it away?"

Shi Wan burst into tears, a little vexatious, and kept asking about her ring.

Fu Conglin wiped her hands thoroughly, and pressed her ring finger with his fingertips.

There is a ring that has been worn for two years, leaving a shallow mark.

"I buy for you."

Seeing her crying so hard, Fu Conglin coaxed her with a rare temper, and it seemed that even his anger because of her drinking had faded a bit.

"Really?" She poked her tongue out and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Shi Wan blushed, her lips were moist, her eyes were misty and innocent, Fu Conglin's throat tightened suddenly, his heart moved slightly, and he leaned forward, approaching Shi Wan.

His eyes fell on her lips, and he lowered his head.

Pausing, thinking that she had vomited before, and bit him again, Fu Conglin wanted to put the kiss on her lips, but finally restrainedly stuck it to the corner of her lips, touched it lightly, and crushed it again.

As he approached, Shi Wan couldn't help but hold her breath, and finally, because she was almost out of breath, she had no choice but to raise her hand and push him away.

Her eyes were still chaotic, staring blankly at his face, her eyes were full of his shadow.

It's been a long time since I saw such eyes.

It was the kind that could only accommodate him in her eyes, filled him up, as if he was everything to her, full of love with all her heart.

Fu Conglin smoothed her somewhat messy hair, then lowered his eyes, looked at Shi Wan, his thoughts touched lightly, he stretched out his hand, hooked her sharp chin, and rubbed it with his fingertips, his long and narrow eyes were stained a little. The meaning of hooking people.

He said, "Do you like me?"