Forbidden

The night was dark and the car was parked quietly beside the entrance of the basement. Jiang Yu stared at the brightly lit hotel gate with a cold light in his eyes.It wasn't until the person entered for a while that she slowly looked away.

"Let's go."

Draw the curtains.

After the driver parked the car, Jiang Yu didn't get off immediately, but sat quietly for a few minutes.

The silver paper bag is very familiar, it was a gift she gave to the children yesterday.In the scene just now, if she guessed correctly, the kid should have resold the item to someone else.

Why is self-evident.

She sneered.

The elevator went up to the 27th floor, and when the heavy platinum door was opened, warm yellow light leaked out. The suite was very bright and empty.

The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom of the second bedroom.

There was a small half bowl of leftover fruit salad on the dining table, and beside it was an old laptop computer with peeling paint, and two books, one was the Chinese version of "Madame Bovary" and the other was the original French version.

The document page is displayed on the computer, a large paragraph seems to be translated by myself, and there are notes on the small notebook.The handwriting is clean and beautiful, just like a human being.

Jiang Yu turned two pages, put them down, and walked towards the second bedroom.

The bathroom is large, with a large bathtub and a separate shower room, separated from wet and dry, and the details cannot be seen from the outside.Just listening to the sound of water splashing on the ground makes people think about it.

"Are you ready?" Jiang Yu knocked on the door twice with a cold face, without even addressing him.

The sound of water stopped abruptly.

After a few seconds, the child's trembling voice came: "It's almost ready, sister, let me wash the foam."

Scared?

Jiang Yu couldn't help smiling, but soon the coldness returned to her eyes. She turned sideways, looked around the room, walked to the bed and sat down.

Not long after, the sound of water stopped again.

There was a rustle.

Jiang Yu got up, stepped forward and knocked on the door again, and said softly, "You are not allowed to wear nightgowns."

It was completely quiet inside.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... The bathroom door opened a crack, and then slowly widened.

Cheng Suran walked out tremblingly, raised his eyes, and met the woman's cold gaze impartially, his nerves tensed immediately, and he raised and lowered his hands to protect himself.

The wet hair was still dripping, and transparent drops of water slid down the ends of the hair, and a small pink face was beautiful and pleasant.

"Take it away." Jiang Yu ordered.

Cheng Suran's eyelashes trembled slightly, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then slowly let go.

Jiang Yu looked down at her, stretched out his hand to wrap the person in his arms, lowered his head slightly, and put the tip of his nose close to her ear, but he didn't smell his favorite milk smell.

"Sister..." Cheng Suran tightly grasped the corner of his clothes with both hands, "I, I haven't blown my hair yet."

Jiang Yu paused, then let go of his hand, "Go get the body lotion and the hair dryer."

"it is good."

Cheng Suran went back to the bathroom to get something, and stood in front of Jiang Yu with his head bowed, his cheeks were hot and red.She felt Jiang Yu's straightforward scrutiny, and she didn't dare to lift her eyes.

"Blow-dry your hair yourself," Jiang Yu said calmly, picked up the can of milk-flavored cream, squeezed a pump and melted it in the palm of your hand, "I'll apply it."

After speaking, he pulled her over to face him sideways.

"..."

Cheng Suran obediently plugged in the socket, pushed the switch, and the hair dryer buzzed.

There was a sudden heat from behind.

The temperature of the palm melted the cool frost, and it seemed that there was a torrent rushing wherever it went.Her hand trembled and she almost dropped the hair dryer.

A whimper drowned out the hum.

Jiang Yu didn't seem to notice it, her expression was focused, as if she was caring for a finely crafted work of art, she wiped it off as long as the hair dryer was on.

After finally drying her hair, Cheng Suran's feet were so weak that she could hardly stand. Just as she put down the hair dryer, a strong arm hooked her, and then fell into the land of tenderness.

"Is the suit I gave you yesterday useful?" Jiang Yu brushed the hair from her ears, closed her eyes, and sniffed lightly with the tip of her nose. The sweet smell was intoxicating.

Cheng Suran was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly became nervous, and said in a low voice, "I haven't started using it yet."

"Why not?"

"..."

Jiang Yu opened his eyes, straightened up, and looked at the girl calmly, "Can't you use it?" He raised his hand and stroked his chin, with a slight smile on his lips, "Come on, my sister will teach you."

Cheng Suran was forced to look at her.

Her eyes are not brown like most people's, but are very deep and pure black, with a large proportion of pupils, which look deep and energetic, like a cold pool, which can see through people's hearts.

Even though she was smiling at the moment, there was a sense of coldness, like a poisonous snake locking its prey.

"Yes..." Cheng Suran blinked, flustered, "I left it at school, let's use up my own first."

Jiang Yu stared at her for a while, then suddenly loosened his jaw, nodded with a faint smile, "Okay."

call--

Cheng Suran let out a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was because of doing "something bad", she always felt that something was wrong with her sister today, but she couldn't tell.Those eyes, the more she looked at them, the more flustered she became. She was afraid that she would be exposed if she looked at them for another second, so she pretended to lower her face naturally.

"Sister, why did you come back so early today?" She took the initiative to hug Jiang Yu.

"miss you."

"I miss my sister too."

Jiang Yu smiled, "Really?"

Cheng Suran nodded obediently, and was about to kiss Jiang Yu's face when he was suddenly pushed back by a force, and fell on the bedding unexpectedly.She exclaimed, "Sister, um—"

The force of the storm blocked her lips.

Jiang Yu just kissed her, let go of her, stood up, glanced at her condescendingly, and said coldly, "Come here."

After all, turn around and go out.

Cheng Suran stared blankly at the ceiling, slowed down for a while, got up, went into the bathroom, put on his nightgown, and followed in a hurry.

The light in the master bedroom was dim, with only a small floor lamp on. The dim yellow light illuminated the slender figure of the woman in front of the window, projected on the warm coffee-colored wall, hazy, like a ghost.

"Sister—" Cheng Suran approached cautiously.

Jiang Yu turned around, scanned her from head to toe, and frowned slightly: "Have I allowed it?"

"..."

Hearing her cold tone, Cheng Suran shuddered, immediately tore off his coat, threw it aside, and looked at her holding his breath.

The air seemed to freeze.

"Go up."

Jiang Yu pointed to the side of the pillow.

Seeing that there seemed to be water in the girl's eyes, she walked over obediently. She calmed down a little, walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a small box.

As the night deepened, everything was silent.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the lights in the bedroom were dim. The girl lay in the shadow of endless light, sobbing and muttering softly: "Sister, I'm so tired——"

Jiang Yu sat beside her, watching her quietly, without the slightest warmth in his eyes.

There is a slight hum in the palm of your hand.

It was harsh in the silence.

At this moment, over and over again, as if she wanted to vent something, she let the child grow from shouting tired to hoarse, without stopping.Then she was also tired, but she didn't want to let it go, so she changed the machine to replace herself.

Until now.

The girl was paralyzed beside her, motionless, her eyelids drooping heavily, and her breathing was long.

Jiang Yu turned off the little thing.

Looking at the tired sleeping face of the child, she sneered, only feeling uninterested and extremely disappointed. When she just got this canary a week ago, the surging freshness was gone.

It's all the same.

All the lovers she had raised over the years were all found by her according to the model of her ex-girlfriend, and they were all hot-tempered, lively and cheerful without exception.She would spend money for them, not much, she would give them presents, perfunctory, and they would resell what she gave, she never cared.

Later, she completely let go of her ex-girlfriend, and was no longer interested in girls of the same type, so that night, she saw Cheng Suran, a girl who was completely opposite to her past, at the nightclub.

This is a choice she really made from her heart.

She personally showed her the agreement, gave her a high price of [-] yuan, bought her a car with a driver, and took precautions for her.

She didn't perfuse her with the luxury goods that the brand sent to her as a gift.

She thought that children could keep her freshness longer.

pity--

Not interesting.

Jiang Yu stood up, turned around and wanted to leave, when he reached the door, he stopped suddenly and looked back.

The girl was sleeping in the dim light, as white as glazed porcelain jade.

She turned back again, lifted the other half of the quilt to cover the child, turned the lights to the darkest, drew half of the curtains, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and then closed the door and left...