Meet Allure

Liang Jie's silence lasted until she got in the car, she sat down on the seat and looked out the window, "You must hate me, don't you?" Mu Qingyang ignored it, she smiled and said, "Actually, I don't want to either. My grandma can't hold it anymore, her last wish is for me to marry a good man, I don't have time."

Mu Qingyang looked ahead and asked, "Is it interesting to make up stories?"

"Ah," Liang Jie looked back at Mu Qingyang amusedly, "Why are you so smart?"

Mu Qingyang didn't say anything.

"Okay," Liang Jie smiled, putting her hands on her lap, "I know you hate me very much now."

These words made Mu Qingyang take a look at her.

A little lost.

Since she knew that doing these things would arouse his disgust, why did she do them?

Liang Jie sighed heavily, "I can't help it, your eyes are always away from me, even if you look at me, I can't feel any attention."

"Is it interesting to torture each other like this?" Mu Qingyang's Adam's apple slid up and down, "Save some face for yourself, if you were a man, you would already be in the hospital."

Mu Qingyang's calm words sounded like some kind of joke to Liang Jie's ears. She covered her belly and laughed for a while, then wiped the tears from her eyes with her fingertips, and said sarcastically, "I don't think so, Mu Sir, if I were a man, maybe I would have taken you down long ago?"

Mu Qingyang tightened his hand on the steering wheel, and the car deviated directly from the road and turned into an alley. Liang Jie bumped against the car door due to inertia, and raised her eyebrows after sitting up straight: "Are you out of breath? Where are you taking me?"

The car gradually deviated from the urban area, and there were grasslands on both sides of the road. Liang Jie leaned on the chair and admired Mu Qingyang's profile. After a few minutes, Mu Qingyang parked the car on the side of the road.

This is probably a suburb, and there are no people there. The two stayed in the quiet environment for a while.

Mu Qingyang took out his mobile phone and looked at it, there was no signal, then finally turned his head to look at Liang Jie, and smiled softly: "Miss Liang, let's make a bet, see if I will leave you here and let you walk home?"

Liang Jie was stunned.

After a few seconds, she blinked and asked in disbelief, "Don't you know how many cards I have in my hand?"

Mu Qingyang frowned, he didn't like Liang Jie's words very much.

"I can tell my parents that you like men, but you have been cheating on my feelings." Liang Jie said, breaking her fingers, "Or go home and cry, don't need to say anything, they only know that I spent the night at your house, As for what they will think..." Liang Jie didn't say anything, but instead shrugged, "It's not good for our affairs to affect the relationship between parents, don't you think? You are a teacher, so it's not good for some parents to hear that something is not good speech, is it not?"

"Oh," Liang Jie smiled happily when she saw Mu Qingyang's expression, "Smile like before, I'm doing it for your own good."

Mu Qingyang narrowed his eyes, "What exactly do you want?"

Liang Jie blinked innocently, "If you don't want to be friends with you, then say goodbye to your boyfriend?"

Mu Qingyang smiled.

He laughed suddenly, and the smile was mixed with danger. It was both wild and exciting, and oppressive like a wild beast staring at its prey.

Mu Qingyang unfastened the seat belt on his body, turned Liang Jie in one direction with his hands, pressed her against the car door, leaned forward, surrounded Liang Jie tightly by his masculine aura, and Mu Qingyang tilted his head slightly , her lips were close to Liang Jie's neck, and if she got closer, she could take a bite on it.

Seeing Mu Qingyang's smile just now, Liang Jie didn't doubt that he would do that.

Liang Jie even felt the pores all over her body protruding, she held her breath subconsciously, the collarbone under her neck became more obvious, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, she was afraid of Mu Qingyang, who had a strong sense of encroachment at this moment, but she also looked forward to being attacked by him. The persecution was like someone scratching her heart, gnawing at it.

Mu Qingyang's breath lightly and evenly sprinkled on Liang Jie's skin, a layer of goose bumps arose on that skin, Mu Qingyang smiled lightly, and leaned close to Liang Jie's ear, as if tempting to commit a crime, slowly He also said clearly, "Welcome anytime."

Before Liang Jie recovered from the extreme tension, Mu Qingyang moved her arms around Liang Jie, the car door opened, Liang Jie's body fell out naturally, Mu Qingyang stretched out his hand to support her waist, Liang Jie's eyes Before the shock completely faded away, Mu Qingyang pushed her out of the car and closed the door.

Because it was Mu Qingyang who pushed her with support, Liang Jie didn't fall to the ground, but just staggered a few steps, almost unable to stand still.

Mu Qingyang reversed the front of the car in front of Liang Jie, Liang Jie reacted and shouted: "Mu Qingyang! You are crazy! Let me get in the car!"

Mu Qingyang glanced at her from the rearview mirror, and drove away without any hesitation.

Liang Jie walked in place speechlessly and in disbelief, laughed amusedly, and gritted her teeth and cursed: "Crazy, really crazy!"

For a man to gamble on the risk of being regarded as a crime by his family, being pointed out by others, and unable to hold his head up for a lifetime?Why, why is she, Liang Jie, inferior to a man? Could it be that a man's taste is worse than a woman's? !

Mu Qingyang was not worried at all that Liang Jie would not be able to return home, he would not do such a terrible thing to a woman, even if he hated her extremely.The mobile phone's signal was interrupted only in that area, and Liang Jie only had to walk back for 10 minutes to receive the signal for a taxi to pick her up.

As for whether Liang Jie's heart finally died or she was determined to take revenge on him, he didn't care.

Wen Jianing had been recovering for a while, when she suddenly thought of something, she turned her head and said to Wen Cheng, "Brother, Dad mentioned you yesterday."

Wen Cheng had been thinking about Mu Qingyang before, and was still wondering if he should call him to confirm the situation at night, but he didn't come back to his senses for a while, "Huh? What?"

Wen Jianing smiled seeing Wen Cheng's appearance, "I said, Dad mentioned you yesterday."

Wen Cheng was stunned, "What did you say?"

"He asked me if I wanted my brother to go home." Wen Jianing said softly, "I said yes."

Wen Cheng's expression was not so relaxed, but his brows were inadvertently frowned.

Wen Jianing took this detail into her eyes, lowered her eyes to cover the thoughts in her heart, and raised her head again with a smiling face: "What was brother thinking just now? Teacher Mu?"

His thoughts were seen through by his sister, Wen Cheng coughed dryly, and talked about other topics.

Wen Jianing finished her rehabilitation today, Mother Wen was watching her by the bed, Wen Cheng saw that it was almost done and left, while Father Wen stood on the opposite wall of the ward, looking like he was waiting for him.

Before Dad Wen could speak, Wen Cheng said first: "I've always been like this. I'll be like this even when I die."

Father Wen watched the emotions in Wen Cheng's eyes fluctuate, clenched his hands into fists spontaneously, and finally closed his eyes as if trying not to let himself cry. His father already had clear wrinkles on his face and signs of aging in the corners of his eyes.

After a long while, Dad Wen opened his eyes. His eyes were full of tiredness and inexplicable inexplicable eyes. From eight years ago to now, he has never understood what went wrong. His son will become so.In the end, Father Wen didn't want to look at Wencheng anymore, so he waved his hands and looked away, "Let's go."

Wen Cheng didn't say a word, such an ending was within his expectation.

It's just that every time he thinks that his heart is dead, they can always prove that there is still a little hope in his heart, and his already heavy heart can be more tired.

"From the examination report," the attending doctor said in English with a strong local accent, looking at Wen Jianing's recovery report, "Miss Wen's recovery is not satisfactory, Mr. Wen."

Wen Cheng frowned slightly, did not speak, but looked at Wen Jianing through the glass, she looked at her hand thoughtfully, Mother Wen held it, and said something with a caring expression, Wen Jianing Smiling and shaking his head.

The doctor said slowly: "We have done our best in terms of medical treatment. I guarantee this in my capacity. We have no reservations, because this is also a project we are researching. There is no reason to deceive you."

Wen Cheng looked away, nodded and said, "I know."

"Yes," the doctor continued to report, "Miss Wen's hand injury was deliberate and deliberate, and the injury was very serious, and the medical technology at that time could not lay the foundation for her second operation. Based on this We did our best and we are sorry for the result."

Wen Cheng took the information from the doctor without revealing his feelings, as if he had to read it in person to be sure of the doctor's words. The high-minded doctor showed a little displeasure because of Wen Cheng's move, but as time went by, the doctor's heart The unhappiness gradually resolved into a sigh.

Wencheng's English level is better than his, and the amount of vocabulary he knows makes him feel ashamed, but this gentleman stared at the first paragraph of the material, as if he suddenly forgot the meaning of these words.

The doctor remembered that it was several years ago that Chu Mo contacted him, and he only brought him here now. This young man probably paid a lot for this, so he could understand his unwillingness to believe in reality.

"Mr. Wen?" The doctor stretched out his hand and patted Wen Cheng's shoulder twice, and said in relief, "It's worth mentioning that Miss Wen's hand has improved a little from the original condition, and she no longer feels sore often."

Wen Cheng came back to his senses, exerted a little force on the hand holding the paper, but there was a gentle smile on his face: "I understand, thank you for taking care of me these days."

After Wencheng told Wen Jianing the result in front of Wen Jianing, the expressions of the two elders were inevitably stiff, and Wen's mother was the first to react, and comforted Wen Jianing with a smile, "It's okay, at least there is improvement. Alright." After finishing speaking, she tilted her head and smiled wryly, and said softly, "I didn't expect much at all."

Wen Jianing looked at her hand, slightly grasped and opened her five fingers, and finally stretched out to hold Wen Cheng's hand.Wen Cheng held it subconsciously, and Wen Jianing smiled while he was holding it, "I'm fine."

"Well." Wen Cheng didn't know how his emotions were perceived by Wen Jianing, even the more sensible she was, the harder it was for him to break free from his own emotions, so he finally rubbed the top of Wen Jianing's hair.

Wen's father and Wen's mother's expression changed slightly, I don't know if it was more shame or more anger.

Mother Wen coughed quickly, and smiled at Wen Cheng, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay." Wen Cheng turned his head and responded, took his hand out of Wen Jianing's, looked at the time, and said with a smile, "Go back to the hotel and get ready, the plane at [-] o'clock in the afternoon."

On the way back to the country, Wen Cheng and Wen's father and mother did not communicate with each other, and even Wen Jianing was not allowed to speak to him. Ning walked towards Wencheng, and said goodbye politely and coldly, Wencheng kept smiling and smiling.