When we got out of the corridor, we saw a man standing next to the car, like a stern father catching his child making mistakes.

"Why are you running around like a girl?" The next second, a woman's figure appeared in his sight, and Dong Fang came over to question her, his expression not good-looking at all.

When Zhao Yiran saw him like this, he wanted to laugh inexplicably but was a little dissatisfied: "You have a lot of control, why are you so cruel?"

She rolled her eyes at him, but still couldn't hide the pounding in her heart. She tilted her head to prevent herself from looking at him, and walked straight past him without stopping next to him.

"You | are my fucking ancestor, Zhao Yiran." The man gritted his teeth but had no temper at all. This feeling of love and hate was not the first time that Dong Fang was attracted to him. He put his hands in his pockets and watched her obediently pull the car door and get up.

's back.

After meeting her, the idea of ​​beating her up had long since disappeared.

The man let out a long sigh, "It's better for you to be sad, and stop being stubborn when you are sad." He sighed while looking at the rearview mirror and reversing the car. Only more than an hour had passed, and the enthusiasm for being obedient just now disappeared again.

"Why are you running around so late at night? How late are you? You're so busy rehearsing every day and you don't appreciate taking a vacation?"

Question after question was fired like a machine gun.

"You're so verbose." She was almost as talkative as her grandparents.

"How can it be done without being verbose?" She didn't bother anyone at all.

Although Dong Fang kept looking at the road ahead and did not dare to be careless, he could still feel the glances from the side: "Don't fool me, am I wrong?"

"It smells like cigarette smoke." Zhao Yiran changed the topic in a hurry.

One sentence seemed to hit the man's soft spot, and he would not be so serious when he spoke again.

"I smoked one when I came here." He glanced at her and opened the window. "Put on the coat in the back seat. It's cool."

Zhao Yiran opened a small gap. The speed of the car was not slow, and it was indeed a bit cold with the wind coming in.

The woman turned around and saw a sports-style white sweater jacket. When she took it, she noticed the short sleeves he was wearing. She took a look and put the jacket on her lap and silently closed the window. "There's no smell anymore, that's what I smelled just now."

For a moment.”

"I'll pay attention next time."

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The vehicle approached the community where Zhao Yiran lived again, and Dong Fang's inner fight became more and more intense.

finally.

"Zhao Yiran!"

This sudden sound instantly broke the silent and empty street under the street lamps.

The woman walking in front turned around when she heard the sound, like an obedient lamb waiting for the slaughter, waiting for his next words.

The next moment, the man stretched out his long arm to hook the slender waist, and then tightly wrapped it in his arms under his body.

As he touched it, Dong Fang marveled that what he held was like a ball of warm cotton, so he enjoyed the joy of the moment even more.

There are also bursts of fragrance blowing towards your face, which is really intoxicating.

Zhao Yiran, who had been slandering the man just now, had no idea what he would do next. Now his whole body was being held tightly by him, and it felt like it was still tightening, as if he wanted to rub herself into his body.

His arms hung lightly at his sides, not knowing where to go. His sight was completely blocked by this man's strong chest. For a few seconds, both of them were speechless. When they listened carefully, they could hear the pounding heartbeat in their ears extremely clearly.

"Let's be together, okay?" When he spoke again, the man's voice had already been damaged and became extremely lingering and deep.

The woman's body tightened unconsciously as she listened. But her mind was so clear that she could not ignore what she just heard.

Every second that Zhao Yiran was silent was a kind of torture. The man couldn't wait and gradually released his hands locked behind her waist, and then moved up to hold the woman's shoulders again, so that he could see all the expressions on her face again.

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Rather than being addicted to holding her all the time, he still wanted to really look at her at this moment.

What caught the man's affectionate eyes was her slightly dazed gaze.

Zhao Yiran couldn't digest the sudden words and was not mentally prepared at all. He was afraid that he would just say something bald if he didn't pay attention.

He seemed to have been waiting for himself to speak.

"You said you wouldn't force me to take my time." The woman's breath was unsteady, and her words were trembling.

"Zhao Yiran, I never wanted to take it slow with you. I was afraid of forcing you to run away before, but later I found that I couldn't do it if I didn't force you." If these things hadn't happened one after another recently, he might have been able to take it slow according to the woman's temperament.

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But he found that after meeting Qin Zhengwei that time, he couldn't tell whether the woman suddenly avoided him. And tonight, when her wavering mood encountered Chen Wan's incident, he was really afraid that he would suddenly be executed.

He didn't want to wait any longer. He felt especially tonight that he couldn't control his various impulses towards Zhao Yiran.

The man's firm and deep gaze, coupled with his unabashed words, made Zhao Yiran's already guarded mind even more confused. She originally thought she would think about it for two days after listening to Zheng Mengyao's words.

But this journey was not enough time for her to make any decisions.

"Do you really want to delay me until I'm an old girl and can't get married?" The woman spoke slowly and relaxedly, and asked him half-jokingly.

Dong Fang reacted and understood that what the girl wanted to express might be that she was afraid that the relationship would end in vain after a few years of promise, so he followed her example and said, "Then you are delaying my falling in love by delaying it."

Under the moonlight, the man's eyes seemed to be dotted with ink, and he looked at her with a half-smile.

She stepped back step by step, and he kept pressing forward, no longer following her as boundlessly as before.

Until the woman gradually broke away from the warmth of the embrace and realized that this posture was ambiguous and unusual.

Although the man put his hands on her shoulders, their bodies were still close to each other, and she could intermittently feel the warmth coming from the man's body.

He spoke softly, seeming a little shy, so he said in a low voice, "Let go of me first."

"You answer my question first."

"If you can't fall in love yourself, why should you blame others for delaying you?" Zhao Yiran said delicately, the blush on his cheeks getting a little darker.

"The person I want to fall in love with never lets go, and keeps hanging on to me like a scumbag."

"You are the scumbag! I didn't hang on to you!" Without waiting for a response, the woman immediately responded.

He actually said that he was a scumbag? He should be killed!

The soft voice was as crisp as a silver bell. Dong Fang looked up and down and chuckled a few times, with a doting smile in his eyes, "So you also know that I like you."

"I thought you would always act stupid."

The woman fell into the trap he set, as if she was possessed, her eyes were evasive and she looked nowhere.

There was a pause.

"You and beautiful sister."

"Huh?" The man looked straight at her, waiting for the next words.

Zhao Yiran changed his expression and looked at him tentatively. Now he could look at him without panic, "When did it happen?"

The woman's expression was so cute. Dong frowned without realizing it, and then his mouth widened and gradually became swaying. Even the smile in his eyes showed pride. "The day we sent Sister Li home together."

The simple words spoken by the man were so ambiguous and affectionate, and it could be said that they were eating together at Zheng Mengqi's house.

The woman was complaining in her heart, but she couldn't hide the faint feeling in her heart.

"We only talk about things related to you, keep your heart in mind."

Zhao Yiran heard the profound meaning of his words, "I'm not jealous, I'm angry that you dare to covet my people and drag them to your side to become your accomplices!"

The man laughed twice, "I didn't say you were jealous. Why did you admit it yourself?"

"Also, what does accomplice mean? What are you doing for me?"

He and Yang Meili agreed on the trip, but it was not something he requested unilaterally. It can be seen that Yang Meili is also happy to be the middleman.

An accomplice? An accomplice to help you get Zhao Yiran?

The woman snorted, and she was stupid enough to keep jumping into various pits. "You can't try to trick me anymore. I won't ask and I won't tell you."

"You haven't answered my original question yet." Dong Fang stopped chasing those jokes and looked serious.

Zhao Yiran stared at that burning gaze in silence for two seconds.

Open your mouth again.

"Mom said, don't let me make decisions at night."

His lips were slightly open and closed, and from Dong Fang's point of view, he said the most heartless words in the gentlest tone.

He really has the urge to destroy her!!

After saying that, he stopped there obediently, looking up at him with blinking eyes, like an innocent child.

Dong Fang nodded vigorously twice. He accepted this excuse and answer that could not be dismissed, "There are plenty of days, I will wait for you."

However, Zhao Yiran, you have to wait too!

Unfinished, he released the palms on both sides of her shoulders and reminded her thoughtfully, "Okay, go back."

The man didn't seem to have any intention of following her into the community. Zhao Yiran was still a little disappointed and confused, which he couldn't explain.

But the next sentence.

"Sister Li has been waiting there for a long time."
To be continued...