Chapter 250

She leaned against his sweaty chest, smelling the sweat on his body, and felt a little uneasy. Tired, close your eyes, song Yinchen's sleep.

When the dazzling sunlight from the French window in the morning, the off white curtain half open, clearly visible everything in the room.

On the white bed, she was in a mess. Half of her thin quilt fell to the ground, and the other half was covered up in Song Yin's naked body. Her whole body was covered with dense kisses and bruises left by the traffic accident. The black spread on her pillow, which made her snow-white face more like a rouge. Her eyes under her eyelashes were still, her red lips were slightly open, and she breathed evenly.

In front of the French window, a handsome figure is leaning lazily, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He is puffing smoke. The light smoke covers his impeccable perfect face and exudes a sense of melancholy for no reason.

Yu Jinglan quietly looks at the sleeping body, and feels the desire to stride down again. He finds that he can't help it to her.

"Well..." Song Yin is in deep sleep. The sunlight makes her sleep uneasy. When her eyelashes blink, her closed eyes open. The dazzling sunlight makes her eyes swell. She raises her arm to block it, but in the shadow, she can see the slender figure in front of the window.

"Ah --" she screamed. Regardless of the pain of her whole body, she instinctively pulled up the thin quilt and covered the place where she should have covered herself. After a while, her pretty face was covered with rosy clouds. She hid in the quilt and did not dare to look at him.

Yu Jinglan lifted Mo Mou, thin lip light pull up, extinguish cigarette butt, climb to bed.

Song Yin's reaction was not controlled by her brain. She subconsciously retreated, but pulled her muscles and bones. It hurt! She couldn't help humming, but she didn't dare to move in the messy quilt, because his powerful aura had been pressed over, and she couldn't bear the panic.

He put his big hand into the quilt and hook her, and she was hooked like his arms. In her ear, Yu Jinglan's voice was murmured: "wake up?"

Her flustered eyes to his deep eyes, his sword eyebrow back to the light, good-looking provocation, appears more heroic, deep eyes locked the snow-white skin.

"Brother Yu, good morning!" Song Yin screamed in panic, and the voice of rising early in the morning with a unique sense of family name and ambiguity was captivating.

He was wearing a white bathrobe, vaguely revealing his strong male chest, surrounded by his unique smell, the smell of cigarettes mixed with a man's breath, the same into the heart and lung.

Song Yin held the quilt tightly and felt the breath approaching. She began to be nervous, so she naturally moved towards the bedside -

"don't move!" With an extension of her arm, the overbearing landlord, her slender waist, forced her to keep a distance from him in her arms, and her chest was close to her back. Soon, she pulled her over, face-to-face with herself, with a pick of her sword eyebrows, "do you want to escape?"

"No!" She took a breath, immediately reached out to his chest, refused him, "don't you go to work?"

"Today is Saturday!" There was another look in his black eyes. There was a trace of evil spirit in his always cold look, and his breath floated between his nose.

At this time, his hand began to swim on her body, with a hot breath slowly caressing her back. She was startled and felt burned by the heat. Subconsciously, she hid back, trying to get rid of his control. "Brother Yu, I --"

before finishing his words, his lips suddenly kiss her.

Song Yin was stunned and surprised at his reaction.

"Don't go anywhere today!" He thought of it in her ear in a low, slightly hoarse voice. "Just in bed!"

"No -" she pushed him.

"Don't refuse, Yinyin, the game between you and me, you never have the right to refuse!" He bowed his head and poured the unique male surname into her mouth. The black jade eagle eyes tightly locked her reaction. The gusty kiss unfolded at this moment, completely captured the soft lips and turned over her.

Game?!

It's really a game! What else did she expect?

Song Yin's thoughts were depressed because of his words. It turned out that it was so, because her mood would swing to the bottom.

Yu Jinglan didn't give her a chance to think. The tip of her tongue invaded her. She was so overbearing that she couldn't breathe. This kind of feeling made her almost suffocate and unable to think. This kind of overbearing spirit didn't only occupy her mouth, but occupied her mind step by step. Her green lips didn't know what to do, so she could only let him absorb like a storm.

Naturally, it's a tangle.

Afterwards, he held her, motionless, two people skin close, transmitting each other's heat, this kind of feeling let her panic

This kind of feeling, like an ordinary couple, in the early morning of the weekend, lingering ambiguous, this feeling, inexplicably let her heart beat so fast, so fast

It was eleven o'clock at noon when she woke up again. Her body seemed to have been treated, and her bruises seemed to have been medicated. There was no one in the room. Song Yin looked at the traces on her body and was stunned. Did he medicate her while she was sleeping? She found traces of iodine smeared on her body, as well as traces of alcohol deiodination.Get up to change clothes, find your usual cartoon T-shirt in the closet, which is big enough to cover your buttocks and thighs, put it on, fiddle with your long hair, tie a ponytail, and walk out of the room.

The door of the study was half open. Yu Jinglan was trapped in the chair. He had no expression on his face and was silent. He was holding a cigarette in his hand and smoking slowly.

Would he have such sad eyes?

What's on his mind, too?

For my sister?

Song Yin's eyes darkened for a second. She still doesn't understand. Do they want to live like this for a lifetime?

Dad said Yu Jinglan should fall in love with himself. Is it possible?

She stood by the door and sighed. She didn't want to hear the slight sigh. Suddenly, he raised his eyes. When he saw her, his eyes were cold, and the sharp sight of indifference hurt her deeply

It turned out that he was just entangled in bed. After getting out of bed, he was no longer anything. Maybe at the moment, he was regretting having sex with her!

At this moment, song Yin felt that she didn't seem to be sad or resentful. She just lifted her eyes indifferently and met Yu Jinglan's eyes with a faint smile. "Brother Yu, what do you want to eat? I'll cook it

He seems to have some accident, his original cold eyes slightly stagnated for a few seconds, looked at her from a distance, eyes in her face flow, with insight into everything sharp, and a touch of pride. "At will!"

She turned around and sipped bitterness from the corners of her mouth. "Good!"

Breakfast is very simple, but with reasonable.

Clear mouth millet porridge, pickled cucumber, boiled eggs, and scallion oil cake.

Song Yin was busy in the kitchen for more than an hour when a voice of surname CI sounded behind her. "Not yet? I'm hungry

"Well! It will be ready in a minute Song Yin turns around in amazement. Her eyes are on Yu Jinglan's face, and his lips are now in a curve that looks like a smile.

"Did you do all this?" He pointed to the fruits of his own labor on the luxury kitchen cabinet and asked, with a strange expression, with inquiry, with doubts, but also with fun.

"Well!" Song Yin couldn't see through his complicated expression. She turned around and took breakfast. "You can wash your hands and eat!"

The radian of his lips is clear, is a playful smile: "I don't like to eat boiled eggs! Do you have anything fried? "

"Fried eat too much cholesterol will rise, white cooking is relatively healthy!" Song Yin whispered. "If you really want to eat fried eggs, I can make them right away!"

She looked at him carefully, he frowned, "forget it, just eat boiled eggs!"

Back at the table, he doesn't help to serve. The young master usually sits at the table, waiting for song Yin.

Song Yin set up her chopsticks and sat down.

Yu Jinglan has already begun to eat. Song Yin's eyes turn slightly and looks at him. She quickly lowers her head. She doesn't know if there will be any change between them after last night, but she doesn't expect much from the bottom of her heart.

"What's your plan for today?"

At the moment when song Yin lowered her eyes, Yu Jinglan's cold voice sounded out, breaking the peace of their meal.

"Read a book!" When song Yin said this, a touch of uneasiness flashed on her face. She had just finished her graduation thesis, so she needed to check some more information. And worried that he would take up her time, because last night, she thought of it and felt hot on her face.

"Oh In a short word, he continued to eat.

Song Yin ate up soon. "Brother Yu, I'll come down to collect the bowl. You can put it here after you finish eating it!" Song Yin stood up and wanted to go upstairs. She was afraid that if she was alone with him, she would feel that even the air was thin.

Yu Jinglan nodded, and his phone rang at the dinner table. His slender fingers pressed the answer button, glanced at Song Yin, and said to the phone, "honey, what's the matter?"

Song Yin's heart suddenly trembles, baby?

Yes!

Yu Jinglan, President of Yu's group, how can he be short of a baby?

She laughed at herself and turned to go upstairs. At the corner of the second floor, she turned and looked at him. The sun was shining on his whole body. The strong halo made people unable to see clearly. Her strong nose, pink lips like rose petals, sculptural jaw line, indifference and estrangement made people inaccessible, even if she said the most tender words, It's just as cold. "Miss me, baby? OK, well, wait for me. I'll be right there! "

Yu Jinglan answered a phone call that morning and left for three days.

On Tuesday, song Yin worked overtime and got off work very late. When she came out, she was still waiting for the bus. As soon as she got out of the city gate, she saw a slender figure standing in front of a car smoking. When she came out, the man immediately lost his cigarette butt and strode forward.

"Lovihan?" Song Yin saw that it was lovihan.

"How are you?" Lovihan stepped forward. Lovihan, dressed in black, gazed at her with concern. There was a complex emotion hidden in his eyes behind his flat glasses."It's all right!" Song Yin smiles, "goodbye!"

There was no serious damage to her body, and lovihan also helped her pay the medical expenses that day, so there was no need to be reluctant. Today, I worked overtime to deal with some things. It should be more than 9 o'clock now, and there will be no car in a while.