Chapter 3515

"Mine."

The word Lengleng fell.

The girl leaned against the edge of the door with one hand and stared at the delivery boy.

The delivery boy was really embarrassed and apologized again and again: "sorry, I read the wrong door number. I'm so sorry."

He apologized as he handed the takeout to dye Bai.

"It's all right." the reaction of dyeing White was very weak. He took the takeout and put it on the cabinet at the door of the room.

After the delivery boy left,

There were only two of them left in the corridor.

Ranbai just wants to go back to the room, but suddenly she hears the man's gentle and plain voice.

"Miss Song," he said thoughtfully, as always elegant and gentle, and asked her, "is it interesting?"

Ranbai turns around and looks at Wen Haoqing.

He has a good bone appearance and is naturally gentle. He is a gentleman hidden in the mountains and forests.

In this slightly impetuous and rapidly developing era, it is rare for young people to be arrogant and impetuous, deep and introverted. The words "warmth and elegance" seem to be melted into his bones.

"Mr. Wen thinks I did it on purpose?" ranbai looks at him.

The man's face is always calm. It is clear that he has affectionate peach eyes, which always shows the meaning of indifference and depth. His eyes outline a bit of ungrateful and ungrateful. His tone sounds very patient and perfect like a gentleman, but his words are somewhat ruthless: "Miss Song should understand that I don't believe in coincidence."

"Mr. Wen." ranbai smiled, a little true and a little false, and his tone sounded a little cold: "I admit I do have an attempt on you in some way, but I'm not so bored."

"Better so." Wen Haoqing said calmly, but he couldn't hear any apology from his tone: "I'm sorry if I offended Miss Song just now."

The girl's voice was unclear: "does Mr. Wen know what is intentional?"

She bumped into the man's eyes, as if intertwined with eternal indifference. It's easy to see the cold and thin luck of the scene of rainy night in her memory through these eyes.

Then in the next second, he suddenly approached, pressed the man's cold white thin wrist with one hand, directly pushed the man to the room behind him, threw the door, made a "pop" sound, isolated the lights in the corridor, and put the film emperor against the nearby wall. The action was only a few moments fast.

They were close at hand, almost entangled with the sound of breathing, and their actions were vaguely ambiguous.

"That's intentional." ran Bai presses Wen Haoqing on the wall, smiles arrogantly and flirts. He says in his ear, blows a breath, looks like a kiss from a distance, and his tone is wild and prickly.

Wen Haoqing's back hit the wall. The girl's temperature came straight through. It was an unprecedented close distance. The posture was not appropriate. Such a sudden and ambiguous action was put on him without damaging his warm and elegant air. His eyes were half covered and dark.

The film emperor half hung his thin eyelids and looked at the girl in front of him quietly. He slowly clasped her wrist. He didn't use a bit of strength. He pushed away the person, not light but not heavy. Then he condescended to press the girl on the side wall, covered with slender shadows, and the cold and attractive light fragrance lingered.

He covered the light, his long eyelashes half drooped, and his eyes were as deep as ink Tan, inexplicably dangerous.

"Late at night, hotel, or suite..." Wen Haoqing's thin lips opened gently. The sound quality was born affectionate, deep and almost immersed in the bottom of people's heart, bewitching people and extremely gentle: "Miss Song is so relieved to share a room with a man in this posture."

His tall figure pressed her almost without distance, and the hot breath closely separated the material of his thin shirt.

Dyed white can see the film emperor's snow-white solemn collar with buttons meticulously covering the collarbone. The throat knot is sexy and has clear lines, extending inexplicable confusion.

The light in the room is dim, which adds a bit of confusion to the atmosphere.

Wen Haoqing smiled softly, but there were not many waves. No one knew what he was laughing at. Like him, the abyss is still, and the still water flows deep, which people can't guess or touch.

When the movie emperor's ending sound dispersed, it was like being drunk. His fingertips gently picked up the girl's jaw and pinched the dyed white chin, forcing her to raise her eyes to look at him. The offensive and tough actions didn't show much abruptness on him. On the contrary, he neutralized three points because of his calm and indifferent temperament. His eyes were gentle, like looking at an ignorant child, but the dark dark eyes were contradictory and showed strong aggression.

"Miss Song is not afraid of what I do or what I want to happen."

The voice that fell in her ear was as polite as a gentleman, and gradually disappeared between her lips and teeth.

"Mr. Wen said so." ran Bai could see that the man's eyebrows and eyes were blurred against the light, and the contour lines were more profound and handsome. She smiled indifferently, and the end of her eyes bent like a fairy transformed into an adult in the mountains and forests. Her tone was careless and deserved: "it's like sleeping a movie emperor, isn't it?"

Wen Haoqing lowered her eyes. The color of her eyes was a little light. She held her dyed white chin in one hand. The skin touched by her fingertips was unspeakably delicate and strange.

She was trapped in front of the wall by the movie emperor. She smiled speciously and didn't see the slightest panic. "But fans say that Mr. is a gentleman, how can she do such a thing."

But at this moment, the film emperor, who has always been a gentleman, pressed her against the wall.

Rao is so, sir. His eyebrows and eyes are still calm, well-dressed, elegant and abstinent.

"Of course, I'm very relieved of Mr. Wen." ran Bai said as she reached out to hold Wen Haoqing's cold white wrist bone, put his finger to his lips, took a bite not light or heavy, and left a shallow bite mark. Thinking of what the original owner had done, she calmly pushed Wen Haoqing away, with a calm tone: "you are a noble person and forget many things. It seems that you don't remember. This is the second time."

The sharp pain of the fingertip for a moment, the film emperor's attitude was warm and light, and he let her move. Jinggui took back his hand, as if he were thinking, "is it?"

"But I didn't get close to you last time." dyed white smiled.

This kind of thing happened too many times. Wen Haoqing never paid attention to it. He had no impression of what ranbai said.

"The children are young and not sensible. It's understandable." the film emperor's tone is low and restrained, with a mild indifference, like some kind of connivance and etiquette. He has taken this topic lightly. Obviously, he doesn't want to say more and is not interested in this topic.

No mood swings.

"But..." he seemed to be thinking about something. His fingertips rubbed the corners of dyed white's eyes and looked at her. His eyes were born to tease but didn't know it. They were too quiet and elegant, but his words made dyed white want to fight every minute, just like a gentle joke: "why don't you cry when you meet Miss Song today?"

The temperature of the other party's fingertips is cold, but there is a fine itch when wiping the corners of the eyes. The residual temperature is a little hot. I want people to rub his hands, play with the cold bony Festival, and bite the fingertips on the lips.