V1.Chapter 132

Xiaomei, with her eyes full of autumn and face full of peach blossom, turned around and walked out of the room without two steps. She turned back to Wang Fan with a charming smile and said softly, "brother fan, you should wait for me!"

Wang Fan, whose eyes were crisp, felt a warm smell in his nose, and then a fishy smell came from his upper lip.

Watching Xiaomei's back, Wang Fan wiped her nose blood, licked her dry lips, and said: "what a sin! I met a live goblin

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Fan takes out a cigarette box with shaking hands, draws out a cigarette to light it, and smokes it in a big mouth. He wants to suppress the body's agitation with the strong smell of tobacco. However, he doesn't know what the reason is. The more Wang Fan wants to calm down, the more he feels the blood in his body, just like boiling.

A voice like a devil sounded in Wang Fan's mind: "don't hesitate, do her! Let the woman who once looked down on you give in in front of you and let her know your strength by your means

"She is a cheap woman, is a woman waiting for you to conquer, you can't be merciful, think about how she was to you, that look of contempt, can you forget?"

"Wang Fan, if you are a man, put her to sleep in this room!"

The voice of the devil is getting louder and louder, occupying Wang Fan's brain completely, making his eyes a little confused.

The last time Nange lent him money, Xiaomei's indifference and disdain came back to Wang Fan's mind.

In the dream, the scenes that made him hot-blooded also flashed in a trance. Xiaomei's plump murder weapon, as well as her round hips, seemed to laugh at Wang Fan's past.

The humiliation of that time made the stubborn Wang Fan hurt and made him hate a woman like Xiao Mei for the first time.

"How dare she look down on you! Wang Fan! You can't just let it go! "

"She did it on her own! Don't waste this opportunity in vain

"Bitches are born to be spoiled!"

The voice of the devil rang out again. It slowly crawled out of Wang Fan's brain and flowed all over his body along his blood vessels, making his eyes as fierce as if he had been enchanted.

"Zi"

The burning cigarette end scalded the skin on the finger and made a slight sound.

The pain made Wang Fan shiver. He threw away his cigarette end in a hurry. He frowned and blew his scalded finger with his mouth. Meanwhile, the devil in his brain suddenly disappeared at this moment.

The door was gently pushed open. Xiaomei came in with a set of tea sets in her hand. Seeing Wang fan blowing her fingers, she was stunned and then hurried forward.

Putting down the tea set in her hand, Xiaomei grabs Wang Fan's hand and looks at the scalded wound on her finger painfully.

Without waiting for Wang Fan to take back the hand that Xiaomei held, Xiaomei had already gently held the finger with her mouth.

"Oh

A warm and silky feeling came from his fingers, which made Wang Fan make a provocative voice.

Xiaomei, with her head down, is not influenced by Wang Fan. She is still nervous and moistens the scalded wound with her tongue in her mouth.

There is no affectation, no shyness, at this time Xiaomei dedicated to Wang Fan's healing, as if doing a big thing.

Sitting there, Wang Fan raised his hand to trim Xiaomei's hair. Looking at the autumn water in her eyes, it was like appreciating a beautiful picture.

There is a fragrance of flowers in the air. At the beginning, it is so light, but if you have nothing, you will get into people's nose. However, if you stay in this room for a long time, you will be attracted by the fragrance of flowers.

Wang Fan, whose body began to get hot and dry, smelled the fragrance of flowers again. The erosive and depraved desire was awakened with the smell of flowers.

"Do you smell the flowers?" Wang Fan took back his fingers and gently wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth with the paper towel on the tea table.

Hearing Wang Fan's words, Xiaomei's cheek turned red slightly. She took the tissue from Wang Fan's hand and said, "what's the fragrance of flowers?"

"Is that kind of..." said that kind of feeling, Wang Fan actually has no way to describe, although his heart is very clear.

"Is it Jasmine?" Xiaomei smiles, reaches out to throw away the paper towel, but picks up the tea pot in the tray, gently opens a corner and sends it to Wang Fan.

The pungent fragrance of flowers makes Wang Fan feel fresh and refreshing. Although the fragrance of jasmine is elegant, it still dilutes the flavor that attracts people's mind.

"Yes! That's the smell Wang Fan lied.

"This is Nange's new scented tea, which is mixed with Biluochun and jasmine. It not only has the fragrance of jasmine, but also has the effect of calming the nerves and nourishing qi." Xiaomei put the tea into the cup and introduced the beauty of tea to Wang Fan.

At this time, Wang Fan's mood actually calmed down a lot, and Xiaomei in front of her was not as charming as before. She was seriously focused on making tea, which was quite elegant.

Soon, the fragrance of tea diffused, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of jasmine. The intoxicating smell was also dispersed by the fragrance of jasmine.

"Please Xiaomei holds the cup in both hands and holds a cup of tea for Wang Fan, shyly speaking.

Wang Fan, whose face returned to normal, took Xiaomei's tea, put it on his lips, nodded and said, "it's really good tea!"

Praised by Wang Fan, Xiao Mei was very happy. She said: "brother fan, if you like, I can make tea for you every day!"

"Oh? No need! ha-ha! I'm a rude man. I can't taste the taste of tea. I'm afraid I'll let you down! " Wang Fan put down his cup and said to Xiaomei with a smile.

Hearing Wang Fan's refusal, Xiaomei's face flashed a little flustered, but she insisted: "brother fan, you can try, in case you like it? I don't want anything else. I just want to get in touch with Van Gogh. "

When Xiaomei finished speaking, Wang Fan stood up and laughed. He shook his head and said, "brother Nan is not here, so I won't wait."

"Van Gogh, are you leaving?" Xiaomei stood up in a hurry with an anxious look on her face.

In a dark room of Fuyuan teahouse, Nange looks at Wang Fan and Xiaomei on the screen, frowns and says to the madman beside him: "Wang Fan, what do you want to do?"

"Brother Nan, why do I think something is wrong?" Said the madman, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

"Is this boy lucky? Does the smell of Photinia have any effect on him? "

"Well! If he can't be used by us, we should abandon him before he grows up! Do you hear me