Dyed

Mingzheng's hair was still wet, with water droplets on the tips, "You vomited last night, so I lost your clothes, and someone will bring them later."

Before Luo Wenying could digest the meaning of Mingzheng's words, the man with a handsome face approached her, "I repeat, I was drunk last time, and if I didn't make it, it doesn't mean I won't, eve, today I You are allowed a day off, do some things need the two of us to delve into it?"

"You." Luo Wenying was always articulate, but this time she stopped, "What did I say last night?"

How about stimulating Mingzheng like this?

Ming Zheng raised his hand and landed on Luo Wenying's shoulder, grasped her shoulder blades and pulled her to him, "You said you wanted to say goodbye to the spinster nickname your friend gave you, and asked me if I was interested?"

"What?" Luo Wenying almost jumped up, could she say such a thing?

Sure enough, the wine is strong and courageous.

Mingzheng wrapped her arms around her tightly, and Luo Wenying's fair neck immediately flushed when the slightly cool skin touched her.

He pressed her onto the bed, Mingzheng is also a man, but he has never been too enthusiastic about the affairs of men and women, and the impulse will rush to the back of his head and he can't help it.

Luo Wenying became nervous, "No."

The man was short of breath, "Why can't it work?"

She wasn't prepared, not at all.

Sure enough, some things are innate abilities and don't need to be honed too much.

But the experience is indeed lacking, the truth that Luo Wenying insisted on before is also considered correct.

Impulse is the devil, but impulsiveness also comes at a price.

Luo Wenying remembered that the greatest pain in her life was when she cut her finger with a knife when she was a child. The pain was excruciating, but compared with what happened today, it was nothing.

Her girlfriends said in her ear one by one, Wen Ying, hurry up and find a man, really, save the feeling of falling in love with you, the feeling of ecstasy, every time you see the expressions on their faces, Luo Wenying Showing contempt mercilessly, but secretly still has a little hope.

Could it be that she and Mingzheng didn't find the right way?

She almost passed out.

Fine sweat oozes from Mingzheng's forehead, the muscles in his chest tense up, and the sweat trickles down onto Luo Wenying's body, she pushes and pushes with both hands.

"Don't move around." Ming Zheng pressed down.

"Ahhh!"

Luo Wenying's hands and feet were moving, Mingzheng's whole body was like a taut string, he bit Luo Wenying's shoulder, and pressed her body hard into the quilt.

There was a knock on the door, probably bringing clothes.

The two lay on the bed without talking to each other, Luo Wenying bent her legs uncomfortably, lying flat or sideways, it was uncomfortable anyway.

Ming Zheng got up to take a shower, "I'll carry you in."

Luo Wenying wrapped her body tightly with the sheet, "You go first."

When the man came out of the shower, she was still lying there in the previous posture. Luo Wenying asked him to get the clothes, while she tiptoed to the bathroom.

How else could it be said that some things are addictive, Ming Zheng naturally didn't know it before he tried it, how would this be any different from letting the tiger go back to the mountain?

Fortunately, there were two times, and it really didn't hurt.

The two walked out of the hotel, Luo Wenying supported her waist with her palms, Mingzheng looked back at her, "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

"I want to eat hot pot."

Seeing her standing still, Ming Zheng walked over and held her hand, "Are you still feeling well?"

She felt that this sounded awkward, "Well, a little bit."

Mingzheng squeezed Luo Wenying's phalanx, "I guess with your appearance, people can tell what we did last night at a glance. What are you doing with your legs crossed like that? Stand up."

To put it simply, it is not you who is suffering.

Luo Wenying followed Mingzheng all the way forward, her car was still parked at the entrance of the hotel, her eyes fell on the hands holding the two of them, Luo Wenying couldn't help showing her face.

She and Mingzheng have been wandering around. It's not that she really can't find a marriage partner, but that the person she wanted to marry was too decisive at the beginning.

She clasped Ming Zheng's hand tightly and followed him all the way.

Luo Wenying only hoped that he would not leave without looking back.

The third floor of Ming House.

When Xu Rong came back from shopping outside, he said that he was too tired and wanted to sleep first.

Fu Ran was on the computer for a while in the room, but Butler Xiao came up and called her to go down for dinner, but she didn't turn off the computer, so she pushed away the chair and followed.

When he reached the stairs, Fu Ran asked casually, "Has Xu Rong gone downstairs?"

"No, I'm going up to call Second Young Mistress."

"Ah!" The sudden exclamation from the third floor turned pale. Fu Ran and Butler Xiao looked at each other, and they hurried upstairs without saying a word.

The voice came from Xu Rong's room.

Fu Ran was about to unscrew the door, but after thinking about it, she raised her palm and knocked on the door, "Xu Rong, Xu Rong."

Housekeeper Xiao didn't wait for the people inside to respond, and quickly pushed the door open, "Second Young Mistress!"

Fu Ran watched Steward Xiao's movements, and she followed in after a while. Xu Rong put his hands on his knees and didn't turn on the lights in the room. Butler Xiao walked too hastily. Fu Ran turned on the chandelier and saw Xu Rong sitting shivering. on the bed.

"Second young lady, what's the matter with you?"

When Fu Ran came to the bed, Xu Rong raised her head with tears on her face, and when she saw Fu Ran, she covered her face with her hands, "Xiao Ran, I had a nightmare."

Fu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Xu Rong on the shoulder, "It's just a nightmare, just wake up."

"Is Ming Rong back?" Xu Rong looked around with red eyes.

As soon as the words fell, Ming Rong's voice came from the door, "What's the matter?"

"Second Young Mistress is having a nightmare."

"Steward Xiao, let's go out first." Fu Ran signaled Steward Xiao to leave.

Ming Rong handed what he bought to Xu Rong, "This is your favorite snack."

Xu Rong sat up and put his arms around Mingrong's neck, "Will you stay with me at home more in the future? I don't want to stay here alone."

"Why are you alone?" Ming Rong said in a soft voice, "There is also Mom and Xiaoran."

"That's different," Xu Rong said with a teary voice, "I want you to accompany me."

"Okay," Ming Rong patted her waist lightly, "I will spend more time with you in the future."

"You are no longer in mr, why are you still so busy?"

"My company also needs to expand." Ming Rong leaned up and took the coat on the sofa for her, "Go down and have dinner, wipe your tears, it's a nightmare and you can still cry like this."

When the two came downstairs, Fu Ran was serving the soup to Li Yunling. Xu Rong's eye circles were still red, and he deliberately wore a pair of glasses when he came down.

Ming Rong opened the dining chair for her.

Fu Ran raised her eyes to look at Xu Rong, "Are you all right?"

"I dreamed that there was a tsunami in the United States, and my house was flooded." Xu Rong's voice was still hoarse.

Li Yunling smiled and said, "How could you have such a dream?"

"Maybe I'm homesick." Xu Rong sipped his meal, chewed a few times and met Fu Ran's gaze, "Xiao Ran, are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Where is there a temple near here, I want to burn incense."

"Second Young Mistress, do you also believe in Buddhism in America?" Housekeeper Xiao brought the dishes to Xu Rong.

"My mother has always believed in Buddhism."

Fu Ran agreed, "Okay, I'll go with you, and I'll let Uncle Wang drive me there tomorrow."