Miss Ben dares to flirt and marry

In the middle of the night, rumors put down the book and went back to the room.

Pushing open the door, there was a faint soft light in the room, Yan Zhongyao stepped forward lightly, looking at the empty bed and neat bedding, the tired figure of Lan Feixue when she was leaning on the collapsed in the past flashed past in a daze.

"Where's the young mistress?" Rumor in the words revealed disappointment and gasped.

Qi Xiao said: "The young mistress said that the young master was injured and had to go back to his room to recuperate, so she moved to another hospital."

Yan Zhongyou sighed slightly, showing a helpless expression, and when he turned around to go to the other courtyard, Qi Xiao hurriedly said: "Master, the other courtyard is closed, and the young mistress told Nuo'er to guard the door and not allow anyone to enter."

"Should others not be allowed to go in or not allowed to go in?" Qi Xiao asked, but Qi Xiao didn't dare to answer.

Rumor in the words smiled wryly: "The gate is not allowed to go, the wall can always be overturned!"

"Ah?" Qi Xiao looked at the rumor in confusion.

Unexpectedly, the rumor in the rumor actually walked to the corner of the other courtyard, and climbed up the wall along the corner tree. Qi Xiao had no eyes to watch, so he could only wait outside the other courtyard.

Yan Zhongyou jumped off the wall and sneaked into the room with light steps.

In the room, Lan Feixue had already fallen asleep, and Yan Zhongyou could see her appearance clearly through the moonlight, Lan Feixue was sleeping soundly, Yan Zhongyou was fascinated by it for a while, she held her breath and approached, her palm slowly approached Lan Fei snow face.

Lan Feixue suddenly opened her eyes, and grabbed her outstretched hand, which caused a throbbing in Yan Zhong Yao's heart, "How did you get in?"

"Cross the wall." The rumor in the words answered very frankly.

Lan Feixue didn't know what to do next, she just remained silent, the room was suddenly quiet, only the sound of each other's heavy breathing remained.

"I don't want to see you." Lan Feixue let go of Yan Zhongyao's hand, turned her head and looked down at her.

The rumor whispered: "You are lying, the door is not locked, the lights in the house are not turned off, the bed is so tidy and there is no temperature, it means that you are not sleeping, you are waiting for me."

Lan Feixue bowed her head and said nothing, she just clenched her fists in her sleeves, "You are so smart, you can understand everything, are you mocking me for being stupid enough to be played around by you?"

"I've never thought about it this way." Yan Zhongyue gently took Lan Feixue's hand, "Yun'er should have explained a lot to you these days, but you never forgive me. I failed your trust. It should be punished, but Feixue, you shouldn't doubt my feelings for you."

Lan Feixue hesitated to speak, bit her lips and said, "You have signed the letter with Li, what else can you say?"

Yan Daiyun explained everything to her, but Lan Feixue still cared, cared about the rumored signed He Lishu and her childhood sweetheart in the letter.

"No, it's true that I wrote the letter of divorce, but it's not your letter of divorce. I wrote it for Miss Lan's family, because I have a heart long before I got married, and I I fell in love with a beauty in Xiufang Building, and I fell in love with it when I first met, for her, I spent all my savings, but later I found out that the beauty is the wife I married."

Lan Feixue lost her mind for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, "What about Mo Ying'er?"

"If I like her, why would I deliberately keep a distance from her for you?" Yan Zhongyue's eyes lingered on Lan Feixue, "Feixue, the only person I like is you."

Yan Zhongyao hugged Lan Feixue gently, and finally saw the weakened defense in her eyes, and finally forgave herself.

"I believe you." Lan Feixue lowered her head and smiled.

The candles in the room were flickering, Yan Zhongyao looked at Lan Feixue with blurred eyes, stretched out his hand to untie her clothes, gently brushed the hair on her forehead behind her ears with his fingers, and gently touched her cheek with his fingertips, "It looks good. "

Yan Zhongyao's slender hand stayed there for a long time, and Lan Feixue's breathing gradually became heavy.

Yan Zhongyao held Lan Feixue's hand and sat on the bed with gentle movements. Lan Feixue didn't say a word, but slowly closed her eyes, feeling Yan Zhongyao's gentle kiss.

The clothes were torn off, and Lan Feixue whispered: "A Yao~ You are not allowed to like others."

"I only like you!"

The reflection of the light on the bed curtain was faltering, and the eyes of the rumors were rolling around Lan Feixue's body, minute by minute, inch by inch, she was extremely gentle.

There was a slight sound in the house, piercing the heart of Yan Zhongyao, her eyes were full of red silk, and she desperately wanted to find an exit deep in her heart.

She has always been calm and cold-hearted, but only when she faced Lan Feixue, she was completely confused. The inner demon roared in her heart and kept tearing at her body.

"Feixue, I really like you." Yan Zhongyao said in a deep voice, and Lan Feixue also raised her eyes to meet her gaze, which were originally clear and spotless, but became blurred and cloudy because of her.

She also likes to tell lies.

In this life, he has already decided to stay with her.

It's better to indulge yourself to sink completely, let this feeling sink to the bottom, and let the rumors be completely placed in the purest and cleanest place in her heart.

The inner demon makes people suffocate, and the breath is heavy and turbid, until the two of them are completely mad...

Outside the other courtyard, Mo Ying'er stood in the wind, looking at the other courtyard motionless.

Yan Daiyun walked up to Mo Ying'er, and also took a look at the other courtyard, but she couldn't see the other courtyard, just like Mo Ying'er couldn't see how much she liked Lan Feixue in her heart.

"You lost." Yan Daiyun said lightly, she still remembered the bet with Mo Ying'er.

Mo Ying'er didn't speak for a long time, Yan Daiyun looked at her suspiciously, but saw the tear stains on her cheeks.

Yan Daiyun's heart trembled, he actually felt sorry for her, he just picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears, and said softly: "Cousin doesn't belong to you, why should you be so persistent?"

"You don't understand at all." Mo Ying'er suddenly turned her head and glared at Yan Daiyun angrily, and said with a tight heart: "I fell in love with Ah Yao when she was sold into Xiufanglou when she was a child, her eyes are very clean, But you probably don’t understand that cleanliness is the most important thing in that kind of place. A Yao refused to accept guests, so I kept protecting her. If my mother wanted to beat her, I would stand in front of her. I was also afraid of pain, but I was willing Suffering for the ones you love, you understand?"

Mo Ying'er stood on the spot and suddenly collapsed and cried, Yan Daiyun suddenly remembered how she rushed forward desperately when Chang Yi wanted to kill the rumor.

In fact, the rumor is not wrong, Mo Yinger is not a bad person, she is just too attached to feelings, but the rumor is a person who is dedicated to feelings, she believes that Lan Feixue will not fall in love with anyone again up.

The most painful and helpless person left at the end was Mo Ying'er.

Yan Daiyun approached Mo Ying'er slowly, and picked up the handkerchief again to wipe Mo Ying'er's tears, but he didn't want Mo Ying'er to snatch the handkerchief and throw it on the ground.

"Yan Daiyun, that bet is not fair at all, you never gave me a chance to meet Ah Yao, you kept me locked in your yard, you ate the cake I made for Ah Yao, you deliberately threw it away The purse I embroidered for Ah Yao, you, you bastard!"

Mo Ying'er gritted her teeth, her eyes were full of hatred for Yan Daiyun.

If she also has the opportunity to accompany her A Yao, maybe her A Yao will be tempted by her, a little bit is enough.

Mo Ying'er turned around and left crying, Yan Daiyun stood there and sighed.

The breeze blew past Yan Daiyun's clothes, revealing the purse she was wearing around her waist. Yan Daiyun smiled wryly and stretched out his hand to caress the purse: How could I be willing to throw away the purse you embroidered all night?