Her face was held by her big hands, and she followed the steps that stopped walking out and looked at him.

The man's fingers were on both sides of her cheeks, with just the right force: "You got off the car before I finished speaking. I thought you were angry and ignored me. Tell me, what did you think?"

Her hands slowly moved behind her, her fingers were stirred together unconsciously, and she smiled slightly: "I met Miss Cheng later, and she explained that there was nothing between you."

He looked at her for a moment: "Do you believe it?"

"Don't I believe it?" She pushed his chest away and turned to walk downstairs.

As soon as she lifted her steps, the man pinched her waist and pressed heavily on the corridor wall.

The black eyes approaching her seemed to be on fire, and the red flames were beating clearly, "Autumn is strong." He rarely called her like this with his name and surname, and his voice was as heavy as if he was fished out of ice water: "Can you not be willful and tell some truth, huh?"

Above her head is an abstract picture, with distorted colors and deformed characters, just like the various dirty and strange phenomena she has seen in recent days.

Ironically, her body was trapped between the wall and his chest and arms, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

He is not a hunter, he is a trapped beast that is not much better than her. There is no light on the corridor, and there is a crystal chandelier with a shiny light at the entrance of the stairs. His facial features are handsome and perfect, his black eyes are tight, and his breathing is heavy and messy. He stares at her without blinking, as if he has to wait for her to answer.

It was clearly the person who did the wrong thing today.

She was caught by him, but he was "caught" side.

But in the end, it turned out that he questioned her and asked her for explanation.

Totally reversed.

She smiled lazyly and didn't say anything. She tidied up the curly hair that was messy on her shoulders. This was a hairstyle made with a curly wand to attend the banquet. It was already crushed by him.

Ning Juexi looked at the woman trapped in her arms but was absent-minded. He suddenly felt unprecedentedly discouraged, his emotions gradually calmed down, and slowly became gentle and cold: "Except for the last time in Paris, I met her for the first time today. I was a little injured at that time, and she was applying medicine to me."

His thin lips curled and his body took two steps back. The long suit on his body disappeared. He only wore a pink shirt and straight trousers. His hands slowly inserted into his pockets, and his eyes became indifferent and dull: "There is only these, if you explain too much, you will think it is a cover-up. Don't you want to cook noodles for me? Go down."

Going downstairs, she quietly lowered her head and walked one step after another.

Ning Juexi did not follow him immediately. He stood in the corridor and took a while before he slowly walked downstairs.

Qiu Yinong stayed in the kitchen for a long time and couldn't start. Her head was empty. When she took out the pot to cook noodles, she was hesitant. She took out her cell phone and flipped through the address book, and found a string of numbers.

"Hey, Aunt Li, long time no see, it's me..."

“…”

After making this call, she silently wrote down a few key points, opened the refrigerator, looked for ingredients, and started cooking noodles.

After the noodles were cooked, she put them out and looked up and saw a figure in the courtyard through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant.

She pushed open the side door and walked over, her feet in sandals stepped on the lawn, leaning against her back on the bench, and blue and white smoke kept coming out of her back.

Slowly around, he saw his long legs overlapping, one hand on the back of the bench, and the other hand holding a cigarette on his knees. The smoke spread between his high nose bridge and his handsome facial features, rendering a vague and mysterious face and a lonely aura around him.

"The noodles have been cooked and ready to eat," she said softly.

In late summer and early autumn, the night was slightly cool, and his magnetic voice was hoarse, "You go and eat first, I'll wait a little later."

Her figure left quickly.

He narrowed his narrow eyes and stared at her figure who turned around without hesitation, with a slightly cold curve on his lips.

After smoking a cigarette, his fingers with distinct joints snatched out the cigarette butts. He got up and slowly walked back into the house. When he passed by the sensing trash can, the cigarette butt in his hand was thrown in.

When he entered the restaurant, her bowl of noodles had already been eaten, and she stood up and stood up: "I'll go up and rest."

"Yeah." He didn't look at her, and pulled the chair and sat down. In the bowl in front of him, a golden purse was slowly fried. Next to it was a piece of green chicken feathers, sprinkled with green garlic leaves, and a bowl of plain noodles. However, just by smelling the smell, you know that it would definitely not be too bad.

He had eaten the food she cooked before, but it was really bad. It was obvious that she was not good at cooking. She was surprised that such a bowl of noodles that could almost get high scores came from her.

After picking up the chopsticks and taking a bite, she looked up and walked out of the restaurant.

After Ning Juexi finished eating the noodles, he drank the soup in the bowl completely. After cleaning up the dishes, he went upstairs.

There was a desk lamp in the bedroom, and the sound of water with disheveled heads sounded in the bathroom, which made his tight pursed lips slightly change. He thought that if something happened today, she would sleep with him.

Sitting on the sofa tiredly, he pinched his eyebrows, habitually took out the cigarette to refresh himself, and finally glanced at the bathroom. She was very sensitive to the smell of smoke.

After touching the smoke, his hand paused and then retracted it.

More than twenty minutes later, the bathroom door rang. She came out in a bathrobe, and the room was filled with the fragrance of shower gel.

"Go to rest early." She staggered his sight, went to the dressing table to apply some moisturizing breasts, and then took her cell phone and walked out.

“Where to go?”

“…”

"Thick!" His voice was aggravating, and the feeling of displeasure was obvious.

"You take a shower, I'll go to the study to handle something." She frowned and stopped, but her body did not move. After saying that, she left the bedroom and pulled up the door.

The first floor is his study room, and the second floor is an idle study room. She stayed when she came back just now. The layout inside was fresh and she liked to stay in it.

Close the door of the study room, sit behind the desk, and turn on the computer.

I invaded Ning Qiandong's cell phone and thought I could find Cheng Rui's phone, but I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it.

It seems that they have never been in contact.

What happened to them at the birthday party in Yiyuan Hall tonight? Cheng Rui took her to see him. Will they never contact him in private?

She retreated, frowned and thought, and a phone call came in.

"Yingying."

"Well, I'm unintentional, what do you think about Su Rou?"

"It's hard to say now."

"Do you think it's not as simple as drunk driving?"

"Yeah." Qiu Yinong sighed, stood up and walked to the window: "In fact, she pestered me to ask for your contact information, but I didn't agree. She said she wanted to exchange it with me with a secret."

"What's the secret?"

“…”

"Can't you say it?"

"Not that." She looked at the quiet and pleasant view of the courtyard outside the window: "It's nothing, Su Rou said she knew who the people who harmed Ning Qiandong and Ning Mengbei back then."

"Su Rou said she knew?" Zeng Yuying was surprised and quieted for a few minutes: "There is this possibility. I forgot to tell you that Su Rou had worked as a maid in Ning's house before, and even worked in Cheng Rui and Ning Qiandong's villa for many years, her words still have a certain degree of credibility."

There is a lot of fog, and I really don’t know when I can clear the fog and see the truth.

Qiu Yi Qian let out a long breath and asked, "By the way, have Rong Xiyan ever looked for you after leaving the Shengshi Dynasty Hotel?"

"Yes, he called me. On the one hand, he wanted to see me, and on the other hand, he wanted me to support him in finding his true identity."

"How to find it?"

"He asked me to be a witness and sued Ning Qiandong to go to court."

“…”

"I feel strong." Zeng Yuying's voice was very low: "I plan to support his approach, but can I need your help?"

"As soon as Rong Surou died, Rong Xiyan lost her mind and had no evidence. I am afraid that even the court would not accept this lawsuit." Qiu Yinan frowned, "If you can't beat Ning Qiandong, you may even be bitten back."

"So, I am very interested, only you can help me with this." Zeng Yuying rarely whispered on the phone.

Qiu Yinong thought about it and felt relieved: "Okay, how do you want me to help you?"

"I knew I was right, thank you." Zeng Yuying hurriedly thanked: "It's getting late. I'll look for you another day. This is the case first, goodbye!"

The busy voice came from the phone. Qiu Yinan sat back in the swivel chair and felt complicated and had a headache, as if thousands of troops had stepped on it.

Turn off the computer, turn off the lights, and bring the door to the study room.

She entered the bedroom, pulled the quilt open and lay down, and closed her eyes and started breathing regularly within a few seconds.

Ning Juexi came out after taking a shower. The light at the head of the bed was still on. She was lying in the quilt on one side of the bed, her eyes closed, and she looked sleeping.

He looked at her, walked over and turned off the light silently, reached out and held her in his arms without habit, and just lay down close to her.

The lights in the bedroom are dim, and time is little by little until the second half of the night.

Qiu Yinan got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, his eyes inevitably fell on the face of the man lying beside him. His body was lying flat, and his facial contour was as charming as the moonlight that penetrated through the window. He was neither too feminine, gentle and indifferent than Ning Qiandong, nor at all as alienated and cold as Ning Mengbei. The appearance of the eldest son and the fourth son of the Ning family were both extremes. However, he was different, and neutralized all their advantages. No wonder he could charm many women.

She grabbed the silk quilt and looked at him up close unconsciously. After all, it was the second half of the night. When he had the best dream of the whole night, he closed his eyes and slept very heavily, but there was a blue color on his eyelids.

Suddenly she remembered something, and she called him quietly: "Ning Juexi."

He lay motionlessly, as if he hadn't turned over for a night. The collar of the bathrobe was loose, and a large piece of strong chest was exposed. He was not covered with a thin quilt, and all the quilts were on her.

She stretched out her white fingers and poked his face: "Ning Juexi."

He still didn't move and breathed evenly.

After confirming that he was sleeping well, she bit her lip and sat up, carefully touched the bathrobe belt on his waist with her thin fingers and gently unbuttoned it.

She held her breath and reached out to take the phone over, holding the phone in one hand and peeling the black bathrobe on him with the other.

The first time she did this kind of thing, she was inevitably nervous. Moreover, he had always had better self-control and almost didn't like to sleep in. He was more vigilant than ordinary people. He put his hands on his abdomen, and she was afraid of waking him up.

Her heart was in her throat. She took some effort to open the bathrobe on her body. When her phone darkened, she reminded her that she forgot to charge last night and that she was almost out of power.
To be continued...