"Otherwise." ran Bai was silent for a moment and asked back. She seemed to sigh. She talked plainly, not euphemistically, nor did she consider Wen Haoqing's mood. "I have a lot of choices."

"What the unspoken rules stress is that you love me, and I won't force me if the elder doesn't want to." she looked at him and smiled, "it's all up to you."

Wen Haoqing never thought,

He would be so cheap in front of one person.

not essential.

In the past, maybe he should refuse gracefully, and then calmly and gently say that it is not worth it.

"Song Bai." Wen Haoqing closed his eyes. It was difficult to distinguish the look in his eyes. He called her in a deep voice, as if to compromise: "don't let me find that you don't know well with those people outside."

"Even if it's a hidden rule." he leaned over gracefully, propped one hand on the side of Ran Bai's body, picked up the girl's chin, leaving only his shadow in her eyes. Those enviable slender fingers were close at hand at the moment, the joints of bones were cold and attractive, the collar was stained with a touch of coolness, and the cold and elegant wood fragrance lingered in the air, Dye Bai's ear was only left with his sinking voice: "you can only dive into me."

"Is this the tone that the elder should talk to the gold Lord?" ran Bai was fearless. He pulled the man's tie and pressed the man in his own direction. He laughed and was casual, showing a bit of thin and cool meaning.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were full of evil and cold, which seemed to melt the snow water of a season. Wen Haoqing was quiet for a moment. He stretched out his hand to cover his white eyes and didn't look at the other party's eyes that couldn't see half of his joy. It seemed that he could deceive himself and others, and then kissed the girl's lip flap with his eyes low.

Breathing intertwined, tossing and turning deeply.

Connecting kisses also bring out an affectionate taste.

"Please." light fragrance lingered. When she kissed deeply, ranbai heard each other's peaceful and gentle voice, intertwined with the slightly disordered breathing sound, and fell in love. It was clear that it was an indifferent tone, but she heard some humble meaning: "can you?"

An irresistible tone.

Ran Bai's breathing was also disordered. Her back was against the door and was deeply pressed by the film emperor on the co pilot to kiss. With a mild sense of oppression, the man asked in a good temper, "is this how to talk to you?"

"Yes." ranbai answered with a smile.

"Gold Lord likes this?" the other party pressed her and asked gently.

"Master, it's better to be nice." ran Bai really thought for a short time and finally came to such an answer. She said in a dumb voice, smiling as if there were no sincerity or hypocrisy.

The man paused and didn't hear her initial answer. He pestered her again and again and asked patiently, "is that ok?"

She narrowed her eyes, the color of her eyes was broken, and went to see Wen Haoqing's deep peach eyes.

"Please?" she smiled and said nothing.

"HMM." Wen Haoqing replied quietly. Her eyes looked like a bottomless vortex. She could suck her in and repeat in a gentle and low tone: "please, just dive into me."

Obviously, she should be a gentle and elegant young master like the bright moon, but she takes the initiative to put herself in a humble position in front of her. Her every move is like highly toxic. No one can resist it.

Dye Bai didn't give an accurate answer, but Leng Mo said ambiguously, "we'll talk about it later."

"So perfunctory?" the other party was obviously not satisfied with the answer. Even the strength of kissing was a little heavier. Her lips and teeth were fragrant, cold and clean. She bit her neck, smiled and had no temperature: "I can't give up my child and set the wolf, Miss Song."

"But I have no reason to have to you." ranbai said.

Wen Haoqing pinched her waist with one hand. The touch under his fingertips was delicate and snow-white. His eyes were deep and heavy, like a foggy night in the early morning. He couldn't see the depths of no one. He whispered in ran Bai's ears, like a lover's whisper, affectionate words, gentle tone, and there was some danger of being cruel in the aftersound: "If Miss Song dares to raise others and tell them hidden rules, I'll lock you up. Do you know?"

He never lacks chains, only one person.

"I didn't expect the elder to have such interest." dyed white didn't take it seriously. Her fingers were wrapped around the man's tie. Her white skin was lined with pure black. She was both forbidden and lustful. She smiled carelessly: "I like it. I can try it later."

"But --" she said frivolously, "chains and handcuffs are better used on predecessors."

"Try it if you dare."

"I still prefer the elder to talk to me in a good tone." dyed white lazily lifted the corners of her lips, glanced at the man's cold white thin wrist when her eyes drooped, and would look better when leaving traces. Let alone, it's really suitable for being locked.

The other party gave a light Ho, like talking with a breath sound, a little gentle mockery of the afterrhyme, but more exciting love, wrapped around the eardrum word by word, and even the breath was amazing: "if Miss Song wants to... I'll give it to you."

Beauty is wrong.

Ranbai sighed. She was not interested in what happened here. She reached out and pushed Wen Haoqing away: "send me back first."

"Gold Lord's order?" Wen Haoqing asked plainly.

"You can understand that, too."

Wen Haoqing carefully straightened the collar that was messy and scattered by the girl, said nothing, retracted and released freely, looked calm, and started the car.

"Did you just get jealous?" ran Bai recalled what she had just done in the box. She looked at the man driving and asked coldly.

Wen Haoqing didn't stop. He just looked at her calmly. He didn't even have emotion in his eyes. He asked her, "what answer does Miss Song want?"

"Whatever." ranbai didn't care much about this, but said lazily, "I thought you would ask about my relationship with Han Zhe."

"I know."

What is the relationship between Han Zhe and song Bai?

Apart from the four words of the relationship between money and owners, the others can not be explained clearly.

It's naive to say he doesn't mind, but it's all previous things. He has no reason and no need to ask.

"Now that you've said it, please stay away from the gold Lord." Wen Haoqing said, looking at her attentively. Her gentle and affectionate eyes disappeared in the deep sea and couldn't refuse: "I'll be jealous."

Ranbai hissed and didn't answer. She didn't believe what Wen Haoqing said.

This person even deceives people with the same look. Such eyes and tone can easily confuse people.

Then she suddenly heard Wen Haoqing ask, "did you come to my house or did I move your house?"

"..." dyed white almost forgot the fact, "it's not necessary."

"Then I'll move." Wen Haoqing glanced at her, and Wen Dan said, "give me the key to your home. Don't worry about other things. I'll do it."

“……”

Is this little lover too conscious?

But there seemed to be no reason to refuse. It was kept around. Ran Bai made a noise.

At 11 o'clock in the night, the street lights on both sides of the street are on. The light is refracted through the window, gradually bringing the shadows of the two people closer. Who can guess whose mind.