Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

After the car drove for a while, Sheng An'an regained his dazed thoughts, took out his mobile phone and called the manager.

The manager had just connected, with a puzzled tone in his tone, "The people below said you have been here? Where are you?"

Her tone was very light and low, so she sounded calm, and said, "Don't tell Mei Shurang that I went there."

The manager raised his eyebrows slightly, "If he doesn't ask, of course I won't mention it!"

There is still a code of conduct.

Sheng Anan nodded, "Well, it's okay."

Then hung up.

The manager looked at the phone and frowned. He always felt weird, but he didn't have time to delve into it, so he went on his own.

Sitting in the car, Sheng Anan felt a sudden surge of exhaustion rushing over his face.

Back at the villa, she felt that she didn't even have the strength to wash up, so she went straight back to the room and lay down on the bed.

This exhaustion, more accurately, should be a combination of self-deprecation, sarcasm, and shame.

She thought that no one else knew about it, so she thought of a way to make up for it secretly, and even thought of covering it up with more white lies.

The results of it?
In fact, everyone knows, isn't she just like a clown?
Wouldn't it be even more ridiculous if she continued to act and please?

Lie on the ground for a long time, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"Tuk-tuk!" When someone knocked on the door, she opened her eyes and paused for a while. There was no instruction in her mind on what to do, and it was still blank.

"Dong dong dong!" After the man knocked on the door a little harder, she got up from the bed and went directly to open the door without tidying up her appearance.

Probably because she opened the door too slowly, the person outside the door was about to knock for the third time, but the hand had already been raised, and it was just on the place of her forehead, just about to fall.

Sheng An'an slightly raised his eyes, looking at the man who had drunk but didn't seem to be drunk, his mind might be spinning a thousand times.

But her face was much calmer. She wanted to smile even if it was a courtesy, but she couldn't bring up any expression.

I had to ask directly: "What's wrong?"

Mei Shu lowered his gaze to her face, and then looked at the clothes on her body.

After she came back, she had been lying on the bed without doing anything, and of course she hadn't changed her clothes.

His eyes returned to her face again, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was as low as usual, "You just came back?"

Sheng Anan then looked down at himself.

Then shook his head, "No..."

After speaking, I realized this answer, and I couldn't explain why I was still wearing this suit, didn't take a shower, and didn't change into my pajamas.

After all, she was the one who couldn't fall asleep without changing her pajamas or taking off her underwear.

Mei Shurang still stared at her with lowered eyebrows, and even frowned inexplicably because of the state of her silence for a while.

"Then what are you doing?" he continued.

Sheng An'an also sensed his abnormality, why did he come here specifically to ask this?
Do you know that she has been to "Jin Ye"?

She didn't answer, but looked at him, "You just came back from a social event, didn't you? Are you concerned about whether I just came back? What else can I do, and I can't sneak around."

Mei Shurang stood there, holding his coat in his hand, watching her for a long time.

In fact, I can't explain why I suddenly came to knock on her door when I came back today, but I just came here directly.

"Drink too much?" Sheng An'an asked again.

The man shakes his head.

He didn't speak, just looked at her, and didn't intend to leave.

Sheng An'an had no choice but to say straight: "It's getting late, and I'm going to bed too."

"Did you drink the milk?" He asked again.

Hearing this, Sheng An'an looked up at him for a while, subconsciously frowned, and his heart contracted slightly.

After drinking, don't you forget to act with her?Such a caring look.

She was also calm, "No, I don't want to drink today, it's too late and go to sleep."

The man nodded, didn't say much, then turned and went back to his room.

Sheng Anan closed the door, walked back after a while, went to change clothes, washed up, and lay down on the bed again.

After an unknown amount of time, the knock on the door rang again.

She closed her eyes and frowned, trying to muffle the sound with the pillow.

But the continuous knocking made her stand up, and she still went to open the door.

At this time, she didn't want to know who was knocking on the door, but she really couldn't figure it out, why did he do this?

Why does acting have to be so careful?

At this moment, Mei Shurang was holding a cup of warm milk in his hand.

The milky white liquid is in the transparent glass, and the glass is held on the man's bony fingertips. It is an appetizing picture.

Sheng An'an didn't move, but looked at him, "Didn't I say I won't drink?"

He had already handed over the cup, "The temperature is just right."

She finally took the cup silently. At that second, her heart seemed to be pressed by something, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"I'll take it down by myself after drinking, you can rest." She said again.

The man was still standing at the door, and said abruptly, "What's the matter?"

She raised her eyes, finally forced a smile, and said, "No."

His gaze was fixed on her face calmly, and the immobility meant that there was nowhere to escape. After all, he knew her well.

"What's the matter?" the man asked again in a deep voice.

Sheng An'an held the milk and took a sip, feeling that the taste was different from before, and he didn't know what it was like.

Without rushing to answer, he raised his cup again and drank slowly.

Only then did I look at him, "No, why ask?"

Then he handed over the cup, "Can you take it down for me?"

The man didn't take the cup back, but looked at her, "We've known each other for more than a day or two...Are you okay?"

Sheng An lowered his eyebrows slightly, and pursed his lips.

Then the man reached over and put his knuckles on her chin, lifting her face slightly.

His facial features gradually approached, and when the masculine breath mixed with the smell of alcohol and nicotine penetrated into his nostrils, Sheng An'an almost avoided it immediately.

She turned her face slightly and said, "You may have drunk too much."

Mei Shurang paused while holding her chin, and didn't forcefully kiss her, but just looked at her sideways face.

His eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "I can't kiss you if I drink too much?"

Sheng An'an turned his face sideways, and secretly took a deep breath, "That's not what I mean, I should rest early if I drink too much..."

"I didn't drink too much." The man's voice was heavy, with a heavier tone.

What followed was a more forceful kiss than just now, ignoring her resistance, and pressed down her thin lips directly.

Because of the force, she was directly pushed against the wall, and she almost raised the glass in her hand and hit it down.