Chapter 714

Moonlit night, breeze, street, bruise, beauty, domestic violence, light drunk!

"Well, then you take me!"

I admit that for any man, this sentence is extremely lethal.

But where can I take her? What do you do after you go? What will happen

"Find a place where I can calm down for a period of time and not be disturbed, and think about what I should do in my future life."

Ma Yuming looked at me with mist in her eyes.

I can't tell what can be seen from those beautiful eyes. There may be reluctance, sorrow and resolute despair.

It's just that I can't seem to refuse her request

So I nodded, "OK."

"Well, let's go. Now, you take me!"

I wry smile, "line is line, just I don't know where to go..."

At this time, Ma Jian's mobile phone rings madly again. She takes a look at the calling number and turns it off directly.

So, her world and I are in peace.

There is a strange feeling in my heart. In today's society, in this age of rapid information transmission, people's dependence on mobile phones and other communication tools has reached an unprecedented level. No matter where you press a string of numbers, you can find each other. This feeling, hundreds of years or even decades ago, is totally unimaginable

On the other hand, turning off the power can also make a person disappear from life.

"You don't have a place to live?"

Ma Yuming was a little strange. "Jiangke, it seems that you have been in Xijing for some time. How can you not even have a secure residence?"

I asked her, "you have lived in Xijing for many years, don't you have nowhere to go? Alas, in fact, every family has its own difficult classics, and you are not the only poor man in the world. "

"Oh..."

Ma Jian was silent for a long time before he said, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper tonight. I've embarrassed you."

"No," I shook my head. "It's not easy. Who has no difficulty? Let me tell you a story... "

Walking aimlessly in the street, I began to tell her about Wang Wu and his father.

“… Ma Jian, compared with Wang Wu, especially compared with Wang Wu's father, are we just in a honeypot? I can't imagine how desperate, sad and hopeless the old man is when he hears that his son died on the spot shortly after he left! "

I sighed, feeling once again destroyed by this tragic story that I witnessed and heard with my own eyes.

Ma Yuming shed tears again. I don't know whether she is for herself or for Wang Wuyi's family.

The night wind is easy to be cold.

The horse supervisor shivered and held her hands in front of her chest, which set off the beauty in front of her chest.

I silently handed her the coat in my hand, "put it on, hehe, it's my Jiang Feng who gives you warmth."

She took it and put it on, so my big coat swayed back and forth on her petite body, making her look like the night incense swaying in the wind.

"Find a hotel."

I finally said, "if you go any further, it's tomorrow."

"I don't have my ID card with me."

Ma Jian's face was a little red. Maybe she realized what it meant to her to open a room with a man she didn't know very well in the dead of night.

"It doesn't matter. Open two with my ID card."

I thought about it, "that's fine. There won't be your information when the hotel checks in."

Ma Jian didn't say anything, but when he looked at me, his eyes were evasive and shy.

We all know that in such a restless night, all the factors that can change the direction of life may emerge without warning.

However, if the horse warden and I can't control some of our desires and indulge ourselves, we may end up in a hopeless situation one night later.

I know very well that she can't have any feelings of love for me in such a short time, because feeling is a very mysterious thing. I can feel her mind. Similarly, she should be more or less aware of how I think.

Therefore, it seems very strange and suspicious for us to go to a hotel to have a room in the middle of the night when we don't want to have extramarital e-night love.

I even regret making such a proposal to her, because I understand that once misunderstood, it may lead to disaster.

Alas, I can't go back on what I said and what I spilled.

As a matter of fact, Ma Yuming, a married woman, has no worries and sleeps uneasily. I, Jiang Feng, am still single. I'm worried about a bird's egg!

I chose the Express Hotel which is located in the suburb, far away from the tourist area, but when I opened two rooms with one ID card, the front desk clerk showed a look of disdain.

I accurately figured out the other party's mind. She must have seen the horse supervisor wearing a big mask coming in with me. She thought that my move of opening two rooms like this was superfluous.To put it better is to paint a snake to make it more obvious. To put it more mean and vicious is to be a whore and build a memorial archway.

So Ma Yuming and I took the elevator upstairs in the different eyes of the waiters, and broke up in front of their respective rooms to say good night.

The night is deep and quiet. She and I have no reason to stay in the same room alone.

I lit a cigarette and stood in front of the screen window quietly smoking. My mood became a little lonely because of the encounter between Wang Wuyi's family and Ma Yuming.

Tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, in many people's eyes, a new day will begin, and they are full of motivation to work hard. Others are still numb to their soul, and then let themselves muddle through the numbness to the sunset to welcome the dark night.

The landline of the room rings. It's Ma Yuming.

"Ma Jian, what's the matter?"

"Jiang Feng Thank you

I laughed, "Ma Jian, as for your thanks? Hey, hey, what's more, just say thank you? "

My original intention is that it's meaningless to say a thank you without pain or itch, and I don't think it's worth it tonight. She's so serious that she has to make a phone call to express her thanks I'll see you tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, there was silence on the phone. After a long time, Ma Jian said, "how do you want me to thank you?"

Her voice trembled, and my heart beat faster.

We all know that it is her simple and common rhetorical question that makes the ambivalence between us even more ambiguous.

Maybe Ma Yuming didn't mean anything special at first, but simply responded to my words.

However, when she uttered this sentence, it became meaningless. It depends on how I understand it and whether she hopes to promote this mutual exploration and develop it into a wanton indulgence.

I hold up the phone, and I am sure that with her attitude tonight, as long as I ask for it, the charming horse supervisor will knock on the door of my room and accompany me through a long and exciting night