Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

"Didi" twice, the alarm clock rang.

No one moved.

It's not that they didn't hear it. In fact, Meng Xing and Wen Rulan were both awake. In this long and short night, they spent very little time sleeping. At this moment, their arms are holding each other, and no one wants to let go or move, as if this can freeze time at this moment.

This is of course impossible.

"Didi." The alarm clock rang again, reminding its owner that it was time to go to work.

Meng Xing didn't have to go to work, but Wen Rulan didn't want to go to work. He just wanted to hold Meng Xing like this. The more annoying the alarm clock sounded, the tighter he hugged Meng Xing. Later, he even buried his head on Meng Xing's chest and refused to listen to the alarm clock.

In the end, Meng Xing was the first to regain his senses. He patted Wen Rulan's back and said softly: "It's time to go to work."

"Well..." Wen Rulan's voice was muffled because she was lying on Meng Xing's chest.

Although he promised to go to work, he still relied on Meng Xing and did not move.

Meng Xing had no choice but to sit up first. Wen Rulan had no one to hold her, so she finally got up reluctantly.

Meng Xing took Wen Rulan to the bathroom. He stopped at the door and asked Wen Rulan to wash in the bathroom of this room, while he was going to go back to the bathroom of his own room, so that both sides could wash at the same time, which would make it faster.

But when Meng Xing turned around and wanted to leave, Wen Rulan held him back. Meng Xing looked back at him, and a warm breath fell on Meng Xing's face, as well as the soft lips that he had kissed for a long time last night.

Meng Xing avoided it subconsciously.

Wen Rulan jumped in the air, he was stunned for a moment, his lips that had always been smiling slowly pursed, and he squeezed Meng Xing's knuckles together one by one, and then he suddenly let go.

He let go of Meng Xing's hand and took a step back, returning to the distance he had been before last night. He smiled again, but it lacked the intimacy of not long ago.

"I'm going to wash up." He said and wanted to close the bathroom door.

The door was closed in front of Meng Xing. When only the last gap was left, Meng Xing finally came to his senses. He stretched out his hand to support the door and widened the narrow gap again.

This was easy, because Wen Rulan didn't resist. When Meng Xing pushed the door open, he almost opened it on his own initiative.

But when the door was opened again, Meng Xing looked at Wen Rulan, but became speechless again.

Wen Rulan didn't push, but his hand holding the door frame involuntarily clenched as he waited for Meng Xing's answer.

"I..." Meng Xing hesitated. After "I" for a long time, he finally said a complete sentence: "I'm not used to it."

This answer was not what Wen Rulan wanted. He was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved, feeling relieved that the guillotine hanging over his head had finally fallen.

He looked normal, nodded and replied, "I understand."

As he said that, he wanted to close the door again.

But Meng Xing blocked the door again, and he defended anxiously: "I didn't mean that."

Wen Rulan looked up at him, her eyes seeming to ask, "What do you mean?"

"I..." Meng Xing began to repeat the word "I" again. He hesitated for a long time, anxious to say something, but the more anxious he was, the less able he was to say it.

Finally, he had a sudden change of heart and decided to express it directly through action.

He suddenly took a step forward and walked into the bathroom. The hand that had been holding the door released and the door closed behind him.

At the same moment he closed it, he pressed Wen Rulan against the wall, lowered his head and kissed him.

Wen Rulan was stunned for a moment, and then she put her hands around Meng Xing's neck, deepening the kiss that only stayed on the surface of Meng Xing's face.

Two shadows overlapped behind the translucent glass door, and they separated again after a long time.

"I'm going to be late for work..." Meng Xing looked at the time.

"Yes." Wen Rulan was a little out of breath. He calmed his breathing and said casually: "It will be later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Meng Xing's collar and pulled Meng Xing towards him again.

Meng Xing was a little reluctant, and he reminded: "If you don't leave, you really won't be able to catch up."

"The last time." Wen Rulan coaxed in a low voice.

"All right..."

The moment Meng Xing agreed, those gentle lips pressed against him again.

Meng Xing's original intention was a small kiss, one that would last for no more than a minute, so that even if you were in a hurry, you could still get to work on time. But Wen Rulan seemed addicted to the kiss, and like a hungry wolf who had finally eaten delicious mutton. He was greedy and refused to let go of Meng Xing.

Meng Xing tried to push Wen Rulan away, but his refusal was not very firm, so that instead of being pushed away, Wen Rulan pressed closer and closer to her.

In the end, when the two came out of the bathroom, it was already 7:56. There are still four minutes until work time, and there is no way to make it in time.

Meng Xing looked at the time and sighed. Wen Rulan's work was of great importance, affecting the life and death of the remaining 100 million people in the city, but Wen Rulan was late today. Meng Xing felt that he had to shoulder half of the blame for being late this time.

The owner of the other half of the pot seemed not to care at all about being late.

What's more, at five minutes after eight o'clock, when Wen Rulan's mobile phone heard the urging call from his colleagues, he hung up the phone directly. After sending "I will be late" in the work group, he silenced the phone. Put the sound in your pocket and ignore it.

Meng Xing was speechless and complained at the side: "You don't care about work at all."

"It's all on you." Wen Rulan opened her mouth and came.

Wen Rulan had always been good at talking about love, but after he no longer had to worry about maintaining a sense of proportion, Meng Xing found that he couldn't handle the other party's intensive love talk.

For example, when he asked Wen Rulan if she wanted bread or fried eggs for breakfast, Wen Rulan answered the question differently: "I want you."

Another example is when he asked Wen Rulan which clothes looked good on her, and Wen Rulan replied: "Everything looks good on you."

Meng Xing used to dislike these love words, but when someone actually said them to him, he actually enjoyed them.

But he couldn't stay happy forever, because any further delay would not only mean he was late, but would directly mean he was absent from work.

With a straight face, he refused Wen Rulan's sugar-coated bullets and urged Wen Rulan to put on her coat and go out to work.

Wen Rulan didn't delay this time and drove to the institute. However, before walking onto the elevator, he stopped again.

He turned around and looked at Meng Xing and asked, "Will you pick me up tonight?"

His question reminded Meng Xing of the missed appointment last night, and not only had he missed one appointment, but he had also missed two appointments, including picking up get off work and sending flowers.

He quickly promised: "Yes, I will pick you up on time."

Wen Rulan smiled, but he was still not satisfied. He suddenly took two steps closer to Meng Xing, brought it to his lips, and said more carefully: "Let's do it again."

What's next? He didn't explain, but Meng Xing could tell from his actions.

He kept a straight face and pretended to be serious: "Didn't you just say it for the last time?"

"That was the last time in the family." Wen Rulan is very good at quibbles.

And Meng Xing...actually didn't particularly want to refuse.

He looked sideways and looked around. It was already past the time to go to work, and the hall was very empty. Except for the receptionist, there were only two of them in the hall. The front desk is facing the door, and they are at the elevator entrance. This is a blind spot that the front desk cannot see.

After confirming that no one would notice this location, Meng Xing kissed Wen Rulan.

He kissed very quickly, and as soon as he touched the other person's lips, before he had time to transfer each other's warmth, he had already pulled away.

When he backed away, he looked around guiltily, as if he was afraid of being noticed by others.

Compared with his youthfulness, Wen Rulan is much more mature. He is not afraid of being intimate in public at all, and even looks forward to it. Because this can declare his sovereignty to everyone and show that this man belongs to him alone.

However... he was also concerned about Meng Xing's thoughts. Although he was not satisfied with this fleeting kiss, he still put aside his thoughts for the time being.

"See you tonight." He winked at Meng Xing.

It was just a simple blink of an eye, but Meng Xing didn't know why, but he felt that such an ordinary action seemed to be teasing him. His face was a little red, and he forced himself to calm down and said, "See you in the evening."

Wen Rulan had already seen through him, but she didn't criticize him. She just smiled meaningfully, and then finally turned around and went upstairs.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020071402:23:422020071502:28:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: wo and 尐胃灁;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Zhili Xiaoshisheng, Liliyuan Shangcao, and Xia Binghai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!