Kuaishou: The host of calamity has meddled in the villain again

Wen Jingli supported the sofa and took off some of the weight. He held Su Ran's hand without making any movements. Su Ran could play around, he could play along, or be ignorant, he just let it go, but he couldn't help it. sensible.

He moved his body, the tie was still in Su Ran's hand, so he couldn't get up directly.

Su Ran loosened the tie in her hand, wrapped it around his neck, raised her head slightly, and said, "You promised me just now, so I won't count it now.

Wen Jingli, you are lying. "

The moist eyes were filled with tears, and there was a touch of grievance wrapped in them, all of which were accusing him of crimes, as if he had committed a huge mistake.

Wen Jingli raised his hand and stroked Su Ran's hair. He lost his support and completely sank into the sofa. Fortunately, the sofa was big enough for a few more people to sit on it.

He supported it with one hand, wrapped his arms around Su Ran's waist, flipped over, and the posture and movement of the two of them changed.

Wen Jingli is on the bottom, Su Ran is on the top.

"No lie."

He looked directly into Su Ran's eyes, and brushed her cheek with his hand. There were no tears falling from his eyes. He was relieved, it's better to cry.

The smell of wine in the box surrounded the two of them, and the atmosphere gradually became hotter, with ambiguity overflowing from it.

Su Ran lay on his chest, her beating heart beating like a drum.

"It's not a lie, then you have to play with me well."

Wen Jingli held her face up to him, her eyes were full of interest in something, as if she didn't know how much impact and impact her words would have on both parties.

If it wasn't him but someone else who came here today, would she be so indifferent?

An indescribable emotion ran amok in my heart.

The glass of wine just now worked. He felt the burning heat in his body. Alcohol makes people demented. He kissed Su Ran on the face.

"You really don't mind?" he asked.

"Don't you dare?" Su Ran raised her eyebrows.

The expression on the girl's face was obviously looking down on him, and the corners of Wen Jingli's lips were curved, and he said softly, "Don't regret it."

Before Su Ran had time to provoke, the back of her head was pinched and her lips were sealed.

Wen Jingli's kiss was very jerky, he slowed down his movements, wriggled and bit, the sweet balm and the astringent smell of wine melted between his lips and teeth.

He carefully embraced Su Ran, moved his hands unconsciously, and continued to grope between his lips. The coquettish panting made him a little crazy. He held the warmth in his mouth and walked deep.

After a long time, Wen Jingli let her go, and he kissed her lightly on the lips to comfort her.

He embraced the person in his arms, feeling a strange satisfaction in his heart, I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or something else.

"Su Ran..."

Wen Jingli brushed her lips with his fingers, and whispered, his mellow voice was particularly pleasant at this moment, comparable to wine that had been hidden in the cellar for many years.

Su Ran half propped her body up, looked at him, and smiled sweetly: "Professor, I've got the blame for you."

The word "professor" seems to be a wake-up call, but it adds a sense of excitement virtually.

"Oh? What's the handle?"

"Bully, oppress, student."

He didn't mention himself at all, but put the blame on him instead. Wen Jingli smiled, his eyes were a little more indulgent, he sat up from the sofa with Su Ran in his arms, and said like drizzle in his ears:

"Student Su, this is a university. As long as it is suitable, no one will care about teachers and students. What's more, we were purely voluntary just now." Wen Jingli moved on her lips: "Want to get a handle? Then I will give it to you now."

Su Ran's eyes were blindfolded by him, her hands wrapped around him unconsciously, she knelt on the sofa, her breath was filled with his cedar-like smell, suddenly, her lips felt hot...

Wen Jingli closed his eyes and sank. He clearly knew that everything was fake, but so what, he couldn't stop it...

……

Outside.

"What boyfriend? Is that something I can hear?"

Lin Zhuo and Zhou Ning hid in the corner next to the gate, facing the sun, but they felt desolate physically and mentally, as if a knife was hanging over their heads.

"Stop talking, I'm more shocked than you. How could Sister Ran fall in love with him?" Zhou Ning's hands were getting goosebumps, and she was scared just thinking about it. With Professor Wen's mouth, whoever she sees is not annoyed, She would rather not talk about it than be so inconsiderate.

Just as Lin Zhuo was about to agree, an idea hit him in his mind. He dragged Zhou Ning and said incoherently: "I%...&*@#@."

Zhou Ning slapped her across the face: "Why are you crazy? Talk human."

"No, Eldest Sister, think about why Sister Ran liked me before?" Lin Zhuo rubbed his head, and the red hair that stood up was shrunken a little.

Before Zhou Ning could speak, Lin Zhuo stepped forward: "Substitute, it's a substitute."

Lin Zhuo is the double of the double, and Wen Jingli is his double.

He could not wait to go out and shout, Guangzong Yaozu was not as dazzling as him, and he was lucky enough to have the professor of Nantah University as his substitute. The corners of Lin Zhuo's mouth turned up, and he smiled brightly.

Zhou Ning glanced at him in disbelief: "You can pull it down. You are so embarrassing. Professor Ren has a big mouth, a poisonous tongue, and a strict sentence. He has all the strengths in his body. He can be your substitute." Strange."

"Who is it? Who are you scolding? Then you can tell me why sister Ran suddenly went to class, why she chose Professor Wen's class, and that day, she specially asked me to go to the class together. At that time, I felt strange. Look now, there really is a ghost."

Lin Zhuo's loud voice interrupted Zhou Ning's train of thought, and they kept a strange silence. Indeed, Sister Ran didn't like to attend lectures, and Wen Jingli was the most difficult professor in Nantah University, so he was chosen, even the first one to make up classes. Put on Lin Zhuo every day.

It would be strange if there was nothing.

Zhou Ning opened the professor information at Nantah University and got Wen Jingli's photo. She compared it carefully a few times, but she didn't know why, but the eyebrows and eyes were a bit similar.

Lin Zhuo smiled silly: "Hahaha, I was the second substitute, and there was a third substitute in the end. It's not the most embarrassing thing. I didn't expect that I would be so promising. If my father and grandpa knew, I would set fire to the house Let them run, and they all have to praise me for my ability."

The more he thinks about it, the happier he is. If he had a tail, it would be up to the sky by now.

"Wen Jingli of Nanda University, you will be punished for every grievance, and you will be bitter. You should think about how to save your life. Anyway, I didn't hear anything."

Zhou Ning looked at the silly roe deer next to her and sighed. If there were really three substitutes, Professor Wen might be able to kill her. Poor Sister Ran could only find a substitute to live on.

Lin Zhuo, who was just laughing, put away his bared teeth, he seemed to be finished, he got carried away with complacency, and he also forgot how good Wen Jingli's mouth could speak, so he slipped away from here as fast as he could in his life.

*

When Wen Jingli came out of the bathroom, Su Ran was gone. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person on the top of the phone. He typed several lines, but he didn't send it after all.

A note was left on the table: It's over, Professor Wen, I'm home, don't read it.

He picked up the note and couldn't help smiling. He hesitated whether to remind Su Ran that the day's lovers were not over yet, and their total time together including the driving time was less than two hours.

Another line of words appeared on the phone, and within a few seconds, it was deleted again.

He pressed his finger bones, picked up the wine on the table, and drank the bottle. The empty bottle fell, and the smell of wine was slightly intoxicating. He felt a sense of unreality from reality.

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