The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling knew that Ning Muxue had misunderstood again, but she didn't have time to say anything, because Ning Muxue's lips on her earlobe were moving down inch by inch...

The other monitor was still outside the door. Rong Ling was afraid that the aura was not enough, so he concentrated his mind and thought of a way to move it forward a little bit.

Rong Ling's mind was on the monitor upstairs, but this head of Ning Muxue refused to let her go. Her hot lips moved along Rong Ling's chin and stopped on her neck.

Ning Muxue could even feel her pulse beating under her thin skin.

Unlike Rong Ling's seemingly calm appearance, her pulse was extremely fast.

Ning Muxue was finally somewhat satisfied now, and murmured: "Rong Ling, you also like me very much, don't you?"

Of course Rong Ling was extremely nervous, there was only one chance, if her monitor was exposed, the whole plan would be disrupted, and she had to make a new plan.

Just as she was thinking about where to hide the monitor with spiritual power, the sound of a car driving into the yard came from downstairs.

Rong Ling couldn't help but tilt her head to listen. Ning Muxue noticed her subtle movements and said in a low voice, "My dad is back."

She said again: "But I don't want you to see him anymore, anyway, they are not sincere to you, as long as I treat you well, is that right?"

"Whatever you want..." All of Rong Ling's energy was still on the monitor.

"What about you?" Ning Muxue didn't feel annoyed at all, instead she walked around to her front from behind, hooking Rong Ling's chin with her finger, "Do you want me too?"

She pressed her fingers lightly, and Rong Ling was pushed down on the sofa, her long hair pouring down like a waterfall.

Ning Muxue lowered her eyes, looking at Rong Ling below her with a gloomy expression.

It's really embarrassing to still not change face at this time.

Thinking like this, Ning Muxue gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist as if deliberately doing evil.

"Hiss—" Rong Ling reacted from his spiritual power and consciousness, his face full of confusion, "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Ning Muxue leaned over, touching her figure, "Didn't you say that you can do whatever you want with me?"

There were footsteps on the stairs, all the way up, straight to the front of the study, there was a "squeak", and the door of the room was opened.

Rong Ling's nerves were tense for a moment, and he didn't care about Ning Muxue's movements. Using his spiritual sense to mobilize his spiritual power, the monitor followed the opened door and entered the study.

Rong Ling closed his eyes, feeling in his mind everything that Lingli had detected in the study.

Desks, computers, filing cabinets, bookshelves...

In the end, she selected a corner of the bookcase and hid the monitor under the heavy dictionary, the corner where it was least likely to be noticed.

When her consciousness was wandering around, Ning Muxue's hands were not idle. When everything was over, Rong Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that Ning Muxue had already held her hand and held her ten fingers together. Interlocking, the face is even closer at hand.

It was only then that Rong Ling sensed something was wrong, and quickly turned over to sit up: "I haven't showered yet."

But Ning Muxue misunderstood what she meant, and hooked her finger on a strand of long hair hanging on Rong Ling's shoulders, curling and curling: "It's okay, I'll wash it for you."

She leaned closer to Rong Ling's ear again, as if blowing air: "Don't worry, the bathtub is big."

Ning Muxue's fingertips were warm and slightly hot, brushing Rong Ling's cheeks as if faintly, bringing out bursts of itching.

Suddenly, Rong Ling remembered the conversation with Luo Wenwen yesterday.

As an old goblin who has lived for thousands of years, plus she has reincarnated ten times in the illusion, Rong Ling has never had this experience. She doesn't understand where Luo Wenwen's wonderful taste comes from.

Just when she was thinking for a moment, Ning Muxue had already leaned over again, and kissed her cheek: "Or, it's not too late to wash after it's over?"

The tone of discussion, but there is no hesitation in the action.

Rong Ling never thought that he would have today with Ning Muxue.

It was just a thought, and in a whirl, the curtains were closed by Ning Muxue with the remote control, and the sudden autumn rain rustled outside the window, bringing the infinite coolness of autumn.

The flowers on the branches were ruthlessly hit by the rain and dew, and soon they were defeated. The rain only increased, and the wind and showers swept in. It was really exhausting.

Ning Muxue likes Rong Ling now, she usually stretches out like a cluster of flowers on a branch, but at this moment she is trembling in the wind and rain with a frail appearance, which she has never seen before.

Looking at Rong Ling, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, between her palms, his cheeks turned red.

Hearing her humming as thin as a mosquito, she bit her lip and refused to beg for mercy.

Look at her eyes twinkling with tears.

No matter how she struggled, she had to be imprisoned under her control, unable to escape.

A cold and self-restraining person indulges in indulgence, which is the most uncontrollable.

Just listening to her whimpering faintly like a kitten is enough to give Ning Muxue great satisfaction from her heart to her fingertips.

Not to mention Rong Ling's misty eyes at this moment, it really makes people want to bully her and cry.

Ning Muxue thought so, and did it obediently.

It was a stormy night, and when the rain finally stopped, it was almost dawn.

Rong Ling was so weak that he couldn't even move his fingertips.

She lazily turned over and saw Ning Muxue beside her pillow, and instantly retrieved those fragmented memories.

Rong Ling couldn't believe that the person who cried until his pillow was wet with tears last night was himself.

She didn't even dare to recall too much, turned over and sat up on the bed.

This movement seemed to have disturbed Ning Muxue, but she did not wake up, but stretched out her hand to cover the back of Rong Ling's hand.

Rong Ling retracted immediately as if he had been electrocuted, and for the first time felt a feeling of not knowing what to do.

She pursed her lips, thought over and over again, braced her trembling legs that were almost unsteady, and bent down to pick up the clothes thrown on the floor in front of the bed.

Obviously, it was an extremely simple movement in the past, but today Rong Ling made frequent mistakes, either buttoning the wrong buttons, or wearing the clothes backwards.

She didn't realize at all that the person on the bed behind him who should have been asleep quietly opened his eyes at this moment, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

Ning Muxue just watched Rong Ling hurriedly put on her clothes, combed her messy long hair with her hands, and went out to cover up.

There was the sound of her going downstairs from outside the door.

Ning Muxue got up, walked to the window step by step, and saw Rong Ling's back disappearing into the street.

She has a slender figure, even from a long distance, Ning Muxue can still imagine how charming her butterfly bones are under the thin fabric.

Don't worry, Ning Muxue comforted herself like this in her heart, but her eyes were dark.

She and Rong Ling still have a long time, and she will let her accept this reality step by step.

It's just a pity that the bathtub was still useless last night.

wait for next time...

There will be no next time!

Rong Ling slammed the car door shut and rubbed his temples with a headache.

Nonsense, after being tossed all night last night, he was almost exhausted, and he didn't even close his eyes. Rong Ling felt that he was so sleepy that he could lose consciousness at any time.

"Miss, where are you going?" the driver in front asked.

Rong Ling blurted out the address of his home, but when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror.

The lip makeup is messy, the eyes are still a little red and swollen, and there are large and small marks on the neck...

It would be strange not to be seen by Tang Yun when he returned home with this appearance.

Rong Ling changed the subject, and reported a new address, which was her own small house in the urban area.

Back then, it was just for the convenience of work, so Rong Ling bought a suite in this community close to the company, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Although it has not been lived in for more than half a year, the house is still clean and bright with regular cleaning.

Rong Lingqiang took a shower with his tired body supported, and then completely buried himself between the quilts, sleeping so darkly that he didn't even have a dream.

When he woke up, the room was already completely dark.

Rong Ling turned on the phone, only to find that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and there were more than a dozen missed calls that were ignored because of the mute.

Neither Tang Yun's nor Ning Muxue's, but her manager A Shi.

Without thinking, Rong Ling called back: "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Sister, what's wrong with your voice?" A Shi said casually, "It's like excessive indulgence."

Of course Rong Ling couldn't answer, so he could only ask directly: "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Ah Shi then remembered to be formal, "Today, a variety show that is expected to start broadcasting next month came to my door, and I wanted to ask if you would like to stay permanently?"

"What variety show?"

"Oh, I checked it out. It's quite interesting. It's called "Another Me in the World". It specially invites celebrities to randomly experience the lives of ordinary people."

"It's up to you." When it comes to work, Rong Ling has always trusted Ah Shi, "You can just do what you think is right."

"Okay..." Ah Shi responded, "Then I won't bother you anymore, hang up."

At the end, she added: "Sister, remember to drink some loquat lotion to moisten your throat."

After hanging up the phone, Rong Ling clicked on the food delivery software and ordered supper to comfort his empty stomach.

By the way, I chose a bottle of loquat dew in the drug delivery service.

After eating and drinking enough, Rong Ling lay back on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

As long as you close your eyes, it feels like going back to last night, with a pair of warm hands walking on her skin inch by inch...

Rong Ling turned over and sat up, and opened the program plan about "Another Me in the World" that Ah Shi had sent to herself.

The program intends to invite a total of five guests, three men and two women, to experience the life of amateurs together, present the audience with different styles and appearances from various walks of life, and deepen the public's understanding of a certain industry.

At the same time, apart from star status, the reactions of the guests will definitely be fascinating when faced with the small situations and mistakes in life.

As for who the other four guests would be, Rong Ling didn't know.

Rong Ling turned on the phone and sent a message to Ah Shi: "That variety show, let's do it next."

She really needs to do something to wash away the messy memories in her mind.