Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3515 When I am scumbag, the actor (15)

"mine."

The words   coldly fell.

  The girl supported the edge of the door with one hand, leaned there, and stared at the takeaway boy.

  The takeaway boy is really embarrassed, and apologized again and again: "Sorry, sorry, I read the wrong house number, I'm so sorry."

  He apologized while passing the takeaway to Ranbai.

   "It's okay." The whitening reaction was rather weak, and I took the takeaway and placed it on the cabinet at the door of the room casually.

  After the takeaway boy left,

  Only two of them are left in the corridor.

Ranbai just wanted to go back to the room, but suddenly heard the gentle and flat voice of that person.

   "Miss Song." He was thoughtful, as elegant and gentle as ever, and asked her, "Is it interesting?"

  Ranbai turned around and looked at Wen Haoqing.

  He gave birth to a good skeletal figure, and was born gentle, which makes people think that he is a gentleman hidden in the mountains and forests.

  In this slightly impetuous and fast-developing era, it is rare for young people to be neither arrogant nor impetuous, deep and restrained, gentle and elegant, as if being melted into his bones.

   "Mr. Wen thinks that I did it on purpose?" Ran Bai looked at him.

The man’s complexion is always calm, with his peachy eyes that are clearly affectionate, and he is always indifferent and deep. His eyes outline a little bit of ignorance. His tone sounds very patient, perfect like a gentleman, but The words were somewhat ruthless: "Miss Song should understand that I don't believe in coincidences."

   "Mr. Wen." Ranbai smiled, a bit real and a bit fake in the smile, and the tone sounded a bit cold: "I admit that I do have some intentions against you, but I am not bored to this point."

   "It's better to be so." Wen Haoqing was calm and spoke calmly, but it was a pity that he couldn't hear the slightest apology from his tone: "I'm sorry if I offended Miss Song just now."

  The meaning of the girl’s voice is unclear: "Does Mr. Wen know what is intentional?"

  She ran into the man’s eyes, as if intertwined with an eternal indifference, it was easy to see the cold feelings of the rainy night scene in the memory through this pair of eyes.

Then in the next second, I suddenly approached, pressing the man’s cold white and thin wrist with one hand, pushing the person directly to the room behind him, and slamming the door, making a "pop" sound, isolating the lights in the corridor. Pushing the actor against the wall next to him, the action was not fast enough for a few moments.

  The two are close at hand, almost entangled with the sound of breathing, such movements are faintly ambiguous.

   "This is deliberate." Ran Bai pressed Wen Haoqing against the wall, smiling arrogantly, with coquettish eyebrows, and said in his ear, blowing a breath, which looked like a kiss from a distance, and his tone was wild and stinging.

Wen Haoqing's back hit the wall, and the girl's temperature came through, at an unprecedented close range, and the posture was inappropriate and ambiguous. Such abrupt and ambiguous movements were placed on him without damaging the gentleness and elegance of his body. His eyes were half-shaded and dull. unknown.

The actor half-dangled his thin eyelids, glanced at the girl in front of him quietly, and slowly clasped her wrists, using little force, pushing the person away with no effort, and then pressing the girl next to him condescendingly. On the wall, slender shadows are covered, and a cold and attractive fragrance lingers.

  He blocked the light, his long eyelashes were half drooping, and his eyes were dark and dark, inexplicably dangerous.

"Late night, hotel, or suite..." Wen Haoqing's thin lips were lightly opened, and the sound quality was born with a passionate, low-pitched voice, almost immersed in people's hearts, bewitching people, and extremely gentle: "Ms. Song is so relieved to be with a man in such a posture. room."

  His long body pressed her almost without distance, and the hot breath was tightly separated by the thin shirt material.

  Ranbai can see the actor's snow-white solemn neckline when he lifts his eyes, the buttons cover the collarbone meticulously, the curve of the Adam's apple is sexy, and the lines are clear and extend inexplicably confusing.

  The light in the room is dim, adding a somewhat blurred atmosphere.

  Wen Haoqing smiled lightly, but there were not many waves, and no one knew what he was laughing at. For someone like him, the abyss is still, and the still water flows deep, making it impossible to guess or touch.

When the actor's final voice disappeared, he seemed to be intoxicated with sake. The girl's chin was lightly raised with his fingertips, and she forced her to look up at him by pinching her white chin. The offensive and strong movements did not show much abruptness on him, but because of calm and indifferent. His temperament was neutralized by three points, his eyes were gentle as if he was looking at an ignorant child, but his dark eyes were contradictory and revealing a strong aggressiveness.

  "Ms. Song is not afraid of me doing something, or wants to happen."

  The voice that fell in her ears, with a polite tone like a gentleman, gradually disappeared between her lips and teeth.

"Mr. Wen said so." In dyeing Bai, you can see the man's eyebrows blurred three-pointed by the light, and the contour lines are deeper and handsome. She smiled indifferently, her eyes curled up, like a human shape in the mountains and forests. The fairy, the tone is careless and as expected: "It seems that a movie king doesn't lose money when sleeping, right?"

  Wen Haoqing lowered her eyes, her eyes were a little pale, she pinched her white chin with one hand, and the skin touched by her fingertips was indescribably delicate and strange.

  She was trapped in front of the wall by the actor, with a three-point plausible smile, not the slightest panic, "But the fans say that the husband is a gentleman, how could this kind of thing be done."

  But at this moment, the actor-senior who has always been a gentleman pressed her against the wall.

  This is the case, the husband is still calm and indifferent, well-dressed, elegant and abstinence.

"Of course I am very relieved of Mr. Wen." Ran Bai said as she stretched out her hand to grasp Wen Haoqing's cold white wrist bones, put his fingers to his lips, and took a bite, leaving a lightness. Bite marks, thinking of what the original owner had done before, she calmly pushed away Wen Haoqing, her tone calm: "You dignitaries forget things too much, don't seem to remember, this is the second time."

  The tingling of fingertips for a moment, the actor's attitude was gentle and flat, letting her move, Wang Gui withdrew his hand, and seemed to ask thoughtfully: "Really."

   "It's just that I didn't get close to you last time." Dyeing white was like a smile but not a smile.

  This kind of thing has happened too many times, Wen Haoqing has never paid attention to it, and has no impression of what Ranbai said.

"Children are young and ignorant, understandable." The actor's tone is low and introverted, with a calm indifference, like a certain kind of indulgence and etiquette. This topic has been understated, and he obviously doesn't want to say more, and he is also about this topic. not interested.

  No mood swings.

"But..." He seemed to be thinking about something, rubbing his fingertips across the corners of his eyes, looking at her, his eyes were naturally flirty and unknowing, too quiet and elegant, but what he said made him want to fight every minute. , Seemingly mildly ridiculed: "Ms. Song met today, why didn't you cry?"

  The temperature of the opponent's fingertips is cold, but when rubbing the corner of the eye, there is a fine itching, and the remaining temperature is a bit hot. I want people to rub his hand, play with the hard bones, put it on the lips and bite the fingertips.

  (End of this chapter)