Dyed

Ming Zheng fastened his seat belt and glanced at Luo Wenying next to him.

She drooped her head and muttered vaguely. Mingzheng kept driving at an unpleasant speed. At first he wanted to go home, but after thinking about it, he took Luo Wenying to her own home, after all, that was where the two of them lived.

Helping her out of the car, Luo Wenying's footsteps were weak, Mingzheng's palm was pressed against her waist, and he could feel the burning of her skin through layers of clothes. He couldn't help being annoyed. Yes, maybe...

Mingzheng's face was a little stern, thinking that he might have other thoughts at this moment.

Taking her into the elevator, Luo Wenying pushed back the hair scattered on her cheeks, leaned her back against the elevator mirror, crossed her legs back and forth, leaned forward, and acted in a coquettish manner.

Mingzheng's arms still held her, Luo Wenying seemed to be bored, and she groaned, Mingzheng turned her head to the side.

He didn't even want to lean over to kiss her lips, Luo Wenying felt more and more depressed, and her mind swung left and right, trying to get rid of this annoying discomfort.

Mingzheng simply stood in front of her, clasped her waist with both hands and drew them behind her back.

He didn't care about it, and when the elevator reached the floor, he hugged Luo Wenying and almost lifted her out on tiptoes.

Opening the door and going in, Ming Zheng hugged her by the waist, Luo Wenying was so drunk that she couldn't use her strength, but she hadn't really reached the point where she was completely unconscious.

She felt someone hug her to the bed, and not long after, she was taken to the bathroom to take a shower.

Curled up in the middle of the big bed, the air-conditioning seemed to be able to penetrate every pore, Luo Wenying tightened her shoulders, stretched out her hand to grab something to cover her body, she grabbed a corner of the quilt, and was torn off even harder. Luo Wenying frowned in displeasure, "Xiao Zhu."

Ming Zheng threw the quilt to the ground, and was afraid that she would be cold after taking a bath, so he turned off the air conditioner in the room.

Luo Wenying was lying on the bed spread out, she was really drunk, otherwise she would have jumped when she saw this state.

Mingzheng took off his nightgown slowly, pressed his knees against the edge of the bed, and it was obviously sunken down. Luo Wenying opened one eyelid, but only saw a vague figure.

The light and shadow overlapped with the outline in front of her eyes, and overlapped her sight. Mingzheng put her hands on Luo Wenying's side, her ears became hot, and the rising fire burned with nowhere to hide. She just shook her head, but couldn't get rid of the shackles.

"You..." The words that escaped from the throat were also extremely provocative.

Mingzheng kissed her gently from the earlobe, some things are self-taught, especially for men, the air-conditioning quickly dissipates in this heated state, Luo Wenying bent her knees.

Indoors, charming and overlapping ambiguities intertwined and fascinated, Luo Wenying's red lips were lightly parted, and his blurred eyes opened and then fell to the ceiling above his head.

"Ming Zheng."

The words that came out of my mouth were unexpectedly clear.

Mingzheng's cold eyes opened, and he returned to Luo Wenying's head, and stroked her face with his palm, "Wen Ying, can you shout again?"

Luo Wenying closed her eyes, breathed steadily, and just wanted to have a good sleep.

Ming Zheng stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, and intertwined with fiery kisses, everyone was already drunk when he was not drunk.

When Luo Wenying was awake, she opened her eyes and cursed first, this group of people drink too much, and pay back their own department.

The chest was tightly strangled and uncomfortable, and I almost couldn't spit it out after inhaling in one breath. Could it be that the wine is still awake?

She wanted to turn over backwards, but her shoulders were blocked by something, and then there was a murmur of dissatisfaction from her neck. Luo Wenying was so frightened that her hairs stood on end, she looked down and saw a strong arm hugging her.

She almost screamed.

"Not much sleep?"

The voice that came into her ears was familiar, her heart was settled first and then hung higher than before, Luo Wenying propped herself up, Mingzheng's arms rested on her naked belly.

Seeing the man behind him clearly, Luo Wenying didn't shout or make trouble. After all, Mingzheng felt guilty. He opened his eyes and saw her staring at him. If he could, she would have dug out countless holes in his body. Come.

He imitated her and sat up halfway, running his fingers through his hair, "Is it more comfortable?"

But she overheard his words, Luo Wenying grabbed the quilt to wrap her body, slipped off the bed with one leg, Ming Zheng grabbed her arm, "Don't you want to talk to me?"

Luo Wenying looked at him, "Say what?"

When Ming Zheng was asked by her, he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Luo Wenying raised the corners of her mouth, "I want me to tell Song Jinzhuo that I slept with you again, so it's absolutely impossible to give up on him, right? Is it? If you want me to say something, you once The sex is all over."

Mingzheng frowned slightly, "You don't have to talk to me like that."

"Really," Luo Wenying said with a smile, "Then what else can I say?"

"You and I..."

"Mingzheng, I really didn't expect that you will have today, and you need to rely on drunken sex to negotiate terms with me?" Luo Wenying said very harshly, and it was ugly, Mingzheng's face kept changing, "You think, Am I that kind of person?"

"You didn't attend the party last night at all, but this party is lying at my house. Can you have a better explanation?"

Ming Zheng saw her stand up, Luo Wenying walked to the closet as if no one was around, took out the neatly stacked underwear and skirts, and put them on her upper body in slow motion one by one.Ming Zheng stared at her back, Luo Wenying put on her clothes and was about to wash up, her eyes passed by him as if she was a transparent person.

After locking the door, Luo Wenying stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. After a long time, Ming Zheng knocked on the door, "Wen Ying."

She opened the door and walked out with a calm face, but her eyes were moist red. Luo Wenying avoided Ming Zheng's sight and walked towards the bedroom.

He was inexplicably flustered, and he also knew how bad Ming Chengyou's idea was.

In Yiyun Capital, Ming Chengyou was eating breakfast leisurely, squinting his eyes to look at Hanhan who was playing outside the house, Fu Ran swallowed the milk in his mouth, "Did you say something to your brother yesterday?"

"I gave him a move."

Fu Ran scooped up the porridge, "Oh?"

"I told him to quickly get Luo Wenying."

Fu Ran tapped on the edge of the bowl with a spoon, "Don't come up with random ideas, Wen Ying will be talking to someone else."