The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

Meng Qianxun leaned back in the chair, found a comfortable position, leaned lazily, her phoenix eyes slightly closed, yawned, a little listless, and said in a tired voice: "Youran, I will Where do you sleep?"

Feng Youran stared deeply at Meng Qianxun for a while, but finally just sighed, pointed to the archway of the room, and said softly: "Xiao Mo knew you were here, so he cleaned a room specially, it was inside, but he didn't know Master Cheng Shao..."

"Of course he slept with me."

Before Feng Youran finished speaking, Meng Qianxun opened her phoenix eyes and interrupted with a smile. The ambiguous words successfully made the faces of the two people present stiff.

"Qianxun, take care, I will definitely be back within three days." Feng Youran solemnly left these words before leaving.

In the room, only Meng Qianxun and Cheng Zailan were left.

With narrow and long eyebrows raised slightly, Cheng Zalan stood up with his chest folded, and said jokingly, "Qianxun, where am I going to sleep tonight?"

Different from Meng Qianxun's laziness and tiredness, Cheng Zailan's voice was somewhat sinister and playful.

Meng Qianxun smiled lightly, her phoenix eyes were flowing, shimmering and charming.As soon as the white jade hand with clear bones was clasped, Cheng Zalan stood up slowly with the strength of Cheng Zalan's arm. Half a step away, his eyes met each other. Within a short distance, the charm in Meng Qianxun's eyes gradually dissipated, leaving only his eyes full of desolation.

"Zai Lan, are you happy?" He opened his lips and asked softly.

Cheng Zalan's eyes were complicated, he thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I'm not unhappy."

He was born rich and honored, his father was strict and his mother was kind, and he lived a peaceful life for 19 years. He was gaining momentum in business, there were joys and joys, bitterness and tears, but no great compassion or hatred.

"The beautiful place in the south of the Yangtze River, Wulan Mountain Villa is the home of the world's richest people. It turns out that there is nothing unhappy in Lan... I should be content, I should be content..." The drooping eyes murmured, the corners of the mouth hanging in a shallow arc , The bitter smile is like crying.

"Chihiro, why are you... um..."

The low voice full of worry was blocked in the throat by the sudden hot kiss, Cheng Zailan stared at Meng Qianxun with wide eyes in astonishment, and felt a softness in his heart.

Raising his arms, his slender waist fell into his arms, the corners of Cheng Zailan's mouth curled up, his lips and teeth intertwined suddenly, and he regained the initiative calmly, the tip of his tongue slid across every inch of Meng Qianxun's mouth, and stopped at the waist of the person in his arms The fingers between the fingers are cruising deftly through the thin clothes, persistently looking for sensitive areas.

"Well……"

While her consciousness was blurred, Meng Qianxun's body froze, a numb sound escaped from the corner of her mouth, her phoenix eyes were full of water and radiance, but clearly reflected a handsome face.

Letting go of her sweet red lips with nostalgia, Cheng Zailan stared at the flushed and breathing person in his arms with interest, and said with a hoarse voice, "Chihiro, you forgot to breathe..."

In fact, what Cheng Zailan wondered in his heart was: Is the person in front of me with young kissing skills really the dream prime minister of the Jinshuo Dynasty who has been rumored to have kissed countless Fangze Feng?

In a hurry, Meng Qianxun could only stop Cheng Zailan's doubts with a kiss, but Cheng Zailan took advantage of the situation to provoke and deepen the kiss.Think of him as a wise man in Meng Qianxun, although he has kissed countless fragrances, but they always end with just a touch of water, how can there be someone like this person who will never let go of kisses!

Well, he admitted that he actually likes it very much from the bottom of his heart. After all, he has only heard of the "French kiss" and never experienced it. Now that he can try it himself, it might not be a wonderful thing.

"Cough cough, that... rest early..." As soon as Meng Qianxun finished speaking, she wished she could slap herself, what was he talking about!

On the contrary, Cheng Zailan took it for granted and pulled him into the inner room without hesitation. The simple room was clean and tidy. An ancient wooden bed was placed against the wall. There was nothing else. limit.

Cheng Zailan gently sat him down on the edge of the bed, gently raised his sleeves and wiped Meng Qianxun's forehead, condescending, his ink-like eyes like deep pools.

"Qianxun, can you tell me how many people have slept in your bed?" Cheng Zailan stared at the person next to the bed who raised his head in astonishment, with a slight alienation and indifference in his tone.

"A lot, I don't remember..." Meng Qianxun raised her head, her eyes were picturesque, and her smile was very light.

The air suddenly froze, Cheng Zailan's eyes were slightly cold, and Meng Qianxun's smile was slightly weaker.

"Cheng Zailan, in the whole world, there are not enough rumors about who I am, Meng Qianxun? It would be ridiculous to ask how many people have slept in my bed now!" Meng Qianxun's smile turned cold, her phoenix eyes were cold as frost.

This man is really...

Cheng Zailan sighed softly, his eyes turned soft, he raised his hand to caress those cold and stubborn phoenix eyes, and said softly: "Qianxun, I don't trust people in the world..."

If he had never met, if he had never met, Cheng Zailan might at most comment on the rumor of Dream Qianxun, "Everything will never be groundless", and then he would laugh it off and forget it.

However, when I really started to know this person, I found that his body was always shrouded in a mysterious veil, which was vague, and I could only peek at it occasionally.If he doesn't want to say it, even if he is forced like this, he will never explain a word, he can only sigh helplessly, just like Feng Youran who left silently after being silent for a long time, no matter how much he cares, he can only silently support her. He is distressed...

In the dark, Meng Qianxun's fingertips dangling on the bed couldn't help trembling until a big warm hand covered the back of his hand, his cold body was gently hugged into a warm embrace, and a deep voice sounded like a sigh— —

"Chihiro, sometimes I think you are really like a spoiled child..."

Meng Qianxun lay on Cheng Zailan's chest, her eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore, who ever said that he just needs to be a happy child forever?Who promised to protect him for the rest of his life?

"Zailan, do you have the most important person?"

When the two fell on the bed and fell asleep hugging each other, Meng Qianxun suddenly asked.

Cheng Zailan rested his arm on his pillow, holding the cool Meng Qianxun with one arm, his eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

"What is the most important person?" Cheng Zailan was puzzled, parents?He couldn't think of anyone else but this.

"The most important person is the one you are willing to protect with your life..."

"Father and mother."

"anything else?"

"Nothing."

"No more..." Meng Qianxun's voice was calm, with a slightly drawn-out ending, which seemed a little illusory and a little bit lost.

Cheng Zailan only felt that his heart was empty, and he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

"What about you?" Finally unable to bear the nameless emotions in his heart, Cheng Zailan turned his head to see Meng Qianxun's expression at this moment.

"Yes..." Meng Qianxun's voice was soaring for a moment, brimming with happiness, but soon turned into a deep sadness, and whispered almost inaudibly: "Then there was no more..."

"Why?" Cheng Zailan murmured as if possessed.

"I accidentally...killed him with my own hands..."