"It seems that I haven't washed it yet, I'm going to wash it again." She closed her eyes tightly, barely letting the voice not shake, and turned over and wanted to go down from the other side.

"It's okay, I don't dislike it." He said in a low and silence, grabbing her smooth ankles and pulling the person back, coaxing her softly and patiently: "When I want you enough, I will carry you to wash together."

Her eyes slid across her forbearance, and her hands unconsciously clutched the sheets, responding vaguely: "Well... OK."

He couldn't kiss enough of the woman under him. This woman he had thought about countless times day and night was now in his palm, so soft, so fragrant, so he couldn't let go of it. He wanted to taste it and was afraid that he would disappear after tasting it.

Unconsciously, as if he couldn't believe it, he held up and looked down at the little woman lying in his arms. She was no longer the woman who was cold and sometimes frivolous to him during the day. She was now a skinned little fox, unarmed and helplessly trying to hide herself in the bedding.

His eyes dripped through layers of light and shadow, and he pressed her shoulder with his hand, trying to make her face face, "Dense, look at me!"

"Do it quickly, I'll go back after it." Her face buried a few more points in the quilt, and she urged him in the same tone as completing the task.

What is he in her eyes? A client? He urged him to finish his business and leave quickly?

His eyes and hands were not moving, and his voice was tense: "Okay, then you can see me first."

Qiu Yinan bit her lips tightly, and opened her eyes calmly. Four pairs of people faced each other, and her pupils suddenly shrank. She looked at the man pressing on her, and the undulating muscle lines were as bulging as a mountain. Maybe he would pounce on him in the next second, regardless of her crying or her begging for mercy, he would just vent his desires...

Those memories hidden deep in memory were caught off guard and pulled out, and then poured out in her mind.

She always thought that as long as she didn't want to, she would be fine.

She always thought she could, but she turned out to be deceiving herself.

In an instant, her headache was split, and her body was as if it was watered with boiling water. She couldn't help but scream: "No...No...No..."

He suddenly sat up and pushed him away. He was not prepared for his sudden force and his body was pushed backwards.

Taking advantage of this gap, she stepped back with her legs and ran down from the other end of the bed. She was in a panic. She fell, then rolled and crawled and rushed to the bathroom.

The man kept kneeling, his face covered with clouds. He stepped out of bed, held the door handle in his hand, and found that it was locked inside, knocking on the door with a voice: "Thick..."

There was a sound of water flowing inside in an instant, more than one, she turned on all the faucets and showers, and she heard a faint whimper.

He slapped the door even harder: "High, open the door!"

At this moment, his heart was a little panicked. From their reunion to the moment, he had been observing her. In order to fear that she would have a shadow, he had endured her for so long. Apart from the initial stiffness, she had not shown any disgust with his physical contact these days. He gradually relaxed his vigilance, thinking that she had been traveling around the country for more than half a year and had slowly let go of the past.

It turned out that he regretted it. He shouldn't be so anxious. He should wait for her to adapt for a while.

She rushed in and locked herself inside, not knowing what she was doing. There was his razor in the locker next to the mirror, which was very sharp and he didn't dare to think down.

"Severe, open the door!" For the first time in his life, he was panicked and raised his foot to rush to the door. At the same time, he knew that when he forced himself in, he might be her pretending calm, and then he became more disgusted and feared by him.

Can't force it!

In the bathroom, Qiu Yinan held her hands on the sink in front of the mirror, and the water on her face and hair dripped down. She tried hard to pour cold water on her face. She poured it on her face. She didn't know how many times she poured it to calm herself down a little.

Some people and some things have become deeply chromium in memory. No matter how long it has been, it still exists and cannot be covered up.

Looking up at herself in the mirror, her hair was wet and messy, her eyes were dull, her face pale, like a lonely ghost, as if she had just returned to her sixteen years old, and she was almost half-crazy. She was not yet twenty-six years old at that time, so she quickly recovered. So this time, she was still lucky or doomed?

Touching her face with both hands, she is twenty-six years old, just celebrated her 26th birthday four months ago, not far from the day of being completely crazy, and there is not much time left for her.

She has to seize everything and there are still many things she hasn't done.

Outside, the door was almost broken, and the man was knocking on the door tirelessly. Seeing that he was about to rush in, she pressed her painful forehead and suddenly opened the door.

Ning Juexi was so panicked that he couldn't care so much. He was about to kick the door when the door suddenly opened. She appeared in front of him. Her snow-white upper body was only wearing a black bra. Her hip-covered skirt was full of wrinkles. Her hair was half wet and dripping water down. Her lips were almost as white as her face. Her eyes were out of focus, and her tone was erratic: "Sorry... I'm tired today and in a bad state. I'll wait for me to adjust another day, and you..."

"Thick." He pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, as if she was afraid that she would disappear, and kept kissing her hair and forehead: "You don't want me to touch you in the future, don't touch you like this, okay?"

Qiu Yinong was held in his arms and took a long time to calm down. She gradually had some clear thinking and whispered: "I want to go back, can I?"

She almost used up all her strength, and she buried her head and let him hug her, and repeated: "I feel uncomfortable. I want to go back and rest. Will I let me go?"

He would not force her to stay overnight anymore. She was too resistant to his subconscious now, so he had to take his time.

He kissed the water droplets on her face, and he used a towel to wipe her hair: "I'll blow your hair dry, otherwise you will catch a cold, be good, obedient!"

She pulled a towel and wiped her hair drying randomly, throwing it away: "Can you leave now?"

He grabbed her arm that was about to leave, took her sweater, and reluctantly glanced over the figure covered with his lips, put it on her, and put her hair together. His dark eyes stared at her face, his voice was gentle and low, but his tone was unquestionable: "I'll give it to you."

"No, I can take a taxi by myself." She lowered her head, covered her long hair again with half of her face, turned around and left blankly.

Behind him was the sound of the man's footsteps, blocking her, her jaw was raised, and the man's handsome face approached her: "I'll send you back, and I promise not to appear in front of you in the next few days, are you satisfied with this?"

She closed her eyes, pinched all her nails into her palms, and said no, "I'm sorry for her to endure."

"Wait for me for a minute." He glanced at her, moved away, and brought the car keys over.

A quarter of an hour later, the two of them got back into the sports car.

The head was so painful, as if someone was hitting it with a hammer. As soon as she got in the car, she closed her eyes and rested. The car drove very smoothly and stopped unknowingly.

She vaguely felt it, opened her eyes and met the man's close sight. She didn't want to argue with him, and pursed her lips and said softly: "Don't worry, Mr. Ning, I won't let you do business that will suffer. I will adjust it. I will contact you again soon."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and walked down quickly. When she went out, she wore high heels and stepped on a stone when she got out of the car and almost slipped unstable.

She held the car body and stabilized herself, and walked quickly into the building with a slight chaotic pace.

The man sitting in the car watched her figure disappear quietly, and his hands placed on the steering wheel clenched into fists. The uneasiness in his heart was magnified, and he pushed open the car door.

In front of the elevator, he saw the woman sitting on the ground, holding her ankle, and obviously, she sprained her ankle.

Ning Juexi rushed over with big strides, his heart seemed to be put into a oil pan, and it was indescribable to the pain. He picked up the woman who could not stand up and pressed the elevator to go in.

Going upstairs, using the keys in her bag to open the door, his face was cold.

He kicked open the door with his feet, then hooked it up and closed it. He hugged her and walked in and walked outside. When the door was slightly open, the light was flowing out inside. He didn't stop and headed straight to the room inside.

He sat down on the bed and heard the sound of breathing above his head. He looked up at her: "What else is there to feel uncomfortable?"

She turned her face away and retracted her feet: "No, it's getting late, you go back."

"Let me see your feet." He couldn't let her argue, and looked at her ankles. Fortunately, it was not swollen. While taking off her high heels, he whispered to her: "Are you tired of walking around this day? What high heels to wear at night?"

She turned to look out the dark window without making any sound.

There was footsteps outside the room, and then Ruan Jie'er's careful voice came: "Sister Yi Nong, what's wrong with you?"

Ruan Jie'er stood restrainedly at the door of the room, her eyes falling on Qiu Yinong who was sitting on the bed, and she vaguely restrained her from looking at the man squatting in front of the bed.

"It's nothing, Jie'er, you wake you up, you can continue to sleep." Qiu Yinong looked up and smiled apologetically.

Ruan Jie'er bit her lip, and she oh, and her footsteps got farther away, so she went back to the room.

"Go back, I'm going to sleep." Qiu Yinong retracted his feet from his palm, lay on the bed, wrapped his back to him, and shrank his back into the bed.

Ning Juexi maintained his original position, squatting on the ground for a long time and never got up. He stared at her with shadows and couldn't see them in detail.

Qiu Yinan didn't know when he left, and she was sleeping in a daze.

The head seemed to be covered with an iron ring, and the more the tug it became, torturing consciousness and nerves.

After turning her body countless times, she couldn't bear it and got up and took out a brown bottle from the desk drawer, poured out two pills, and swallowed it into her throat without hesitation.

I twisted the bottle cap, picked up the water cup next to me, and took a few big sips.

Turn off the lights and throw myself on the bed.

Downstairs, the sports car parked there without moving. Ning Juexi sat in the car and looked up at the window. In fact, it was just a kitchen window. Her room was in front of her, but even so, he still felt more comfortable looking like this.

He took out a box of cigarettes and lighter, lit them, took a few breaths, and let the clear tobacco sink into his heart bit by bit. He narrowed his eyes and leaned against the leather seat, feeling his uneasy feeling relieved.

Tonight, he didn't plan to leave, just wanted to stay nearest to her.

After smoking a cigarette, he looked up again. There was a figure in the kitchen window. Is it her? He stretched out his head and waited for him to look at it again. The figure suddenly shook and disappeared.

He looked at it for a long time, but the figure did not appear again.

In the morning, Ning Juexi was woken up by a ringtone of cell phone. He pinched his eyebrows and touched his cell phone. It was Yue Chen's call: "Mr. Ning, Mr. Ning Fourth Young Master came here early in the morning. Do you want to come and take a look right away?"

Ning Mengbei?

Ning Juexi's voice was light and hoarse, "Well, pour him a cup of coffee, give him whatever he wants."

"He said he wants annual performance statements, property promotion plans for next month and work plans for next year."

"Give it to him!" His voice was silent.

Why does it sound a little wrong, but Yue Chen hesitated a little: "Yes." Then he asked again: "Mr. Ning, when will you come here?"

"I'm going to work normally." Ning Juexi looked at the time in the car. It was eight:24, hung up the phone, sat in the car and waited for more than ten minutes. Someone respectfully knocked on the window.

Outside the car window was the manager of the Shengshi Dynasty Hotel. He bent down and handed over the exquisite food box on his hand: "Mr. Ning, this is the breakfast and breakfast you told last night, and it's still hot."

"Send it to Room 602 upstairs and give it to Miss Qiu." Ning Juexi lit a cigarette and gave careless instructions.

The manager nodded and entered the corridor as he said.

The man rested one arm on the car window, blew the cigarette butt, and waited for more than ten minutes. The manager came down and walked over and said respectfully: "Breakfast and breakfast were delivered. It was picked up by a young girl, as if it was Miss Qiu's roommate. The girl said Miss Qiu had not gotten up yet."

In the living room upstairs, Ruan Jie'er stared at the two exquisite mahogany carved lunch boxes on the dining table, one left and one right, and was stunned. A middle-aged man in a suit and a logo on the breastplate knocked on the door and delivered the lunch boxes, saying that it was for Miss Qiu. Judging from his tone and attitude, this person was a errand runner.

Ruan Jieer took the lunch box and found that there were exactly the same ones on the table. It seemed that the most famous five-star hotel in Qingcheng had also delivered food to Qiu Yinong.

Unknown Mingming's eyes turned to the room where Qiu Yinong lived, and Ruan Jie'er bit her lip tightly.

"Knock!" Someone knocked on the door.

Ruan Jie'er thought she was the middle-aged man who had just delivered the meal. She went to open the door without thinking, but found a tall and handsome man standing at the door with noble temperament and charming eyes like obsidian.
To be continued...