Chapter 89

Yeah!

Feng Yan uttered a whisper in her nose. Her jade like arms hugged his neck, and her breath was almost on his strong chest.

Every breath It's all hot.

"Sister Yan'er, wake up, where are your keys?" Zhang Ye holds Feng Yan and goes upstairs, but the key can't be found.

"Key, key? I, I don't know, Ono, find it yourself. "

Feng Yan said vaguely, as soon as her feet fell to the ground, she immediately hugged Zhang Ye tightly.

Especially she has already felt Zhang Ye that man's strong wind, is how also not willing to let go.

Ono has feelings for me!

Feng Yan is desperate to rush to her brain with the strength of wine. Even if it's a moth to the fire, she will get the man tonight.

Even if it's just a night's dream.

Zhang yeqiang clenched his teeth and tried to fumble on Feng Yan's soft body for a long time. Finally he found the key and opened the door.

When he put Feng Yan on the bed in the bedroom and carefully covered the quilt for her, he took a long breath.

In fact, Feng Yan's performance along the way, coupled with his memories of her feelings for herself in the past two years, can't understand her feelings for herself.

But now Zhang Ye's heart has Zhou Mengru, almost a heart to her, almost impossible to accommodate other women.

What's more, he knows that Feng Yan is a cheerful and warm-hearted woman. She is definitely not a kind of money worshiping woman who can just dump her. Zhang Ye knows that he can't give her anything, so he doesn't want to hurt her.

Zhang Ye stood up and prepared a cup of warm water for Feng Yan to prevent her from getting thirsty after waking up in the middle of the night. Then she whispered in her ear, "sister Yan'er, you're home now. Have a good rest. I won't disturb you. I'll go home first."

Hearing Zhang Ye's words about leaving, Feng Yan knows that if she doesn't take action, she will have no chance at all.

She bit her thin lip gently, with a slight tremor in her voice: "Ono, I..."

Feng Yan deliberately said it very lightly. Rao Shi Zhang Ye's ear was too strong to hear it clearly. Instinctively, he lowered his head and wanted to hear what Feng Yan said clearly: "hmm? What did you say, sister Yan'er? "

Feng Yan's half drunk and half awake eyes suddenly open, where there is a little hazy look, the hot eyes burning looking at Zhang Ye, affectionate as thick chocolate.

She summoned up all her courage, put her arms like jade onion around Zhang Ye's neck, and her soft cherry lips were printed on Zhang Ye's mouth, followed by the empty orchid fragrance with a little wine.

Zhang Ye instantly widened his eyes, and the whole person was stunned.

Feng Yan's face kisses, trying to kiss, thin lips with a bit of moist taste, especially the soft touch is like the most wonderful medicine, instantly evokes the endless fire in Zhang Ye's body.

Zhang Ye bows his body and doesn't dare to move. He clenches his fists and tries to control the impulse that his body has almost run away, for fear that he will do something to hurt Feng Yan.

He is a normal man, especially since he lived with Zhou Mengru recently, he has been restrained every night.

This affectionate kiss almost became the fuse, soon let all his psychological defense collapse.

Fortunately, Feng Yan's kiss just a touch, then released the strength of the jade arm, let him have a moment to breathe calm opportunity.

Zhang Ye looked at Feng Yan's infatuated and affectionate eyes, and his mouth couldn't help evoking a trace of bitterness: "sister Yan'er, why do you need it?"

Feng Yan shakes his head, fingers gently on his lips, whispers: "Ono, don't talk, I just want you tonight, leave me a little memory, OK?"

Zhang Ye opens his eyes wide and looks at Feng Yan in surprise. I can't believe she thinks so. But Feng Yan didn't evade his eyes. Shuiliang's eyes looked straight at him, waiting for his answer.

"Sister Yan'er, I'm sorry. I'm not worth it." Zhang Ye shook his head and said, but he could clearly feel Feng Yan's delicate body trembling slightly.

Feng Yanshui's bright eyes seemed to lose all their luster in an instant, and his face was a little stiff: "Ono, have you never liked me?"

Zhang Ye didn't know how to answer. Now he would rather be bullied again by all the people who bullied him before than face the crying look of Feng Yan at this time.

He opened his mouth, sighed for a long time and said, "sister Yan'er, if I said I didn't like you, it's not true. You are such a beautiful woman, a man will like, but I can't like you now, because sister ru... "

Can't win over that woman in the end?

Feng Yan's face turned white instantly!

Zhang Ye didn't know how he came out of Feng Yan's house, but before he left, Feng Yan's sad eyes were like a thorn, deeply rooted in his heart.

Alas! It's just fate.

He sighed, shook his head, took a taxi by the side of the road and drove home.When Zhang Ye returned home, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Zhou Mengru had finished washing and was half lying in bed reading quietly.

Hearing the movement at the door of the bedroom, she raised her head just to see Zhang Ye's face and began to smile gently: "Xiao Ye is back. What's the matter with Yanmei?"

"Still, how are you?" Zhang Ye some guilty said, although the two did not happen, but after all, there is also a close contact.

"Well, that's good. Take a bath and have a rest. You're tired all day." Zhou Mengru is still so understanding, even did not ask why Zhang Ye's mouth will remain a trace of lipstick.

She is such a woman, gentle like water, bit by bit like spring rain moistening Zhang Ye's heart.

She does not fight or rob, just want to live peacefully and peacefully with her beloved everyday.

What will happen in the future?

Zhou Mengru doesn't think about it and doesn't dare to think about it, because she knows in her heart that a man like Zhang Ye is destined to be brilliant one day.

More than ten minutes later, Zhang Ye went into the bedroom in her pajamas and carefully lay down beside Zhou Mengru. She also put down her book and nestled in Zhang Ye's arms.

Bedroom becomes incomparably quiet, two people seem to have a light heart.

"Sister Ru, today I..." Zhang Ye is a little tangled. I don't know if I should tell Zhou Mengru what happened just now.

But Zhou Mengru's hand was gently pressed on his mouth, gently shook his head and said: "Ono, you don't have to say, I understand."

"Sister Ru."

"Ono."

Two people's eyes are burning at each other, warm and soft emotion is more and more thick, as if a group of burning flames.

Zhou Mengru blushed, almost summoned all the courage, said: "Ono, if you want me, I want to be your woman."