Goddess please don't flirt

The restaurant for the dinner was decided by a project manager nicknamed Good Man. Yuan Ying and He Moqian spent a lot of time on the road. By the time they arrived, all the colleagues from the project team had arrived. The treat was gone, and the rest of the colleagues started playing first. Werewolf killing, the atmosphere was already heated up. After Yuan Ying came, she punished herself three times without saying a word. The meal was lively and lively.

Yuan Ying was the protagonist at the wine table, and she was toasted next to each other by her colleagues. She never refused to come, and after drinking for three rounds, her face remained unchanged, and she was able to pay attention to He Moqian in the corner all the time.

Although Yuan Ying is the protagonist, He Moqian is also a newcomer to the company, so he was inevitably persuaded to drink a lot. He Moqian has a bad stomach and can't drink. He really couldn't stop it, seeing He Moqian pouring wine into his stomach cup by cup, his heart was tied together.

He Moqian used to drink well, but he hadn't drank alcohol in ten years, and his previous capacity had dropped a long time ago. After drinking a few glasses with others in turn, his face was already rosy, and his eyes were a little foggy. Xing Gongyue surrounded Yuan Ying, no one drank with her, she hugged the bottle and got herself completely drunk, lying on the wine table motionless.

The meal was full, and the night of these young people had just begun, and they made an appointment with each other to go clubbing, and encouraged Yuan Ying to go together.

Yuan Ying picked up He Moqian, who was already asleep in the corner, and refused with a smile, "You go, how can you let go of me while I'm there? Besides, Miss He is so drunk, I don't worry about her going back alone. Hao Manager, you take them to have fun, and it will be charged to my account when the time comes."

"Alright, thank you, Consultant Yuan." A group of young people went to enjoy the nightlife, and Yuan Ying carried He Moqian into the car.

Yuan Ying herself was also slightly drunk, so she didn't dare to drive, so she hired a driver from the hotel, and she and He Moqian sat in the back seat.

When He Moqian was half-drunk or not drunk, he liked to go crazy with alcohol. He caught someone and babbled, hugged and kissed, but when he was really drunk, he settled down, just like now, leaning motionless in Yuan Ying's arms, with flushed cheeks and lips There is still a bright luster on the skin, which is more attractive than the flowers wet with dew in the summer morning.

He Moqian's long and even breath was heard by Yuan Ying's ear, and the hot breath was sprayed on Yuan Ying's neck. It was obviously cold in early spring, but Yuan Ying felt hot for no reason.She looked at the surrogate driver in the driver's seat looking forward like a thief, swallowed, lowered her head abruptly, and secretly kissed He Moqian's moist lips.

The posture He Moqian was leaning on was uncomfortable, so he arched in Yuan Ying's arms and changed his posture. Yuan Ying thought she was about to wake up, so she raised her head and sat upright in fright, but He Moqian found a comfortable position to lie down. With both hands hanging around Yuan Ying's neck, she smacked her lips, feeling sound asleep.

With such unsuspecting trust, Yuan Ying's heart was so soft that she sighed contentedly while holding her, and only hoped that this would be the case for the rest of her life.

Back in the dormitory, Yuan Ying hugged He Moqian to the bed, just as he let go, He Moqian dazedly opened his eyes in Yuan Ying's arms, looking at Yuan Ying with wet eyes, Yuan Ying stammered nervously: "Ah Qian , you... are you awake? Are you... dizzy?"

He Moqian looked at Yuan Ying steadily, and quickly moved face to face together, and suddenly grinned, "Aying, have you come to see me?"

Yuan Ying had a sore nose, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Ah Qian, I'm here to see you."

He Moqian looked at Yuan Ying pitifully with her mouth curled up, her brows were deeply wrinkled, she shrugged her shoulders, and whispered wrongedly: "Aying, why did you come..."

"Ah Qian..." Yuan Ying's tears finally overflowed her eyes, she hugged He Moqian tightly, as if she wanted to embed her into her body, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She kept talking Saying sorry in He Moqian's ear, I don't even know why I apologize to He Moqian.

"It hurts... Ah Ying, I hurt..." He Moqian whispered in Yuan Ying's arms, and Yuan Ying quickly let go of her hands to wipe away her tears, "Ah Qian, did I hurt you?"

"Don't go!" He Moqian hugged Yuan Ying in a panic, "Aying, don't go, don't leave me alone."

She hugged Yuan Ying and murmured helplessly, "It hurts, why is it so painful... Ah Ying, my body hurts so much, please help me...help me please..."

He Moqian buried herself in Yuan Ying's arms like an ostrich, crying out for pain, Yuan Ying clenched her teeth and hugged her, tears dripped down on He Moqian along the profile of her face, comforting in a trembling voice: "Ah Qian is not afraid, I am here here……"

He Moqian didn't hear Yuan Ying's comfort, she just immersed herself in her own world and said to herself, "Aying, why can't I move? Where is my Aying? Why is there no one?"

"Aying, I've become ugly, don't dislike me, okay? I'll treat you well..."

"I shouldn't lose my temper and break the photo frame, I shouldn't quarrel with you, Ah Ying, I'll accompany you with a new one, don't want me..."

"I don't want you," Yuan Ying pressed He Moqian's ear with tears streaming down her face, "I only want you, Aqian, I only want you in this life."

"Dead, Ah Ying, your father is dead." He Moqian suddenly broke out of Yuan Ying's arms, and said in a daze, "It's a big fire, the fire is overwhelming, your father burned to death."

Her eyes were full of fear, and she held Yuan Ying's hand and apologized nervously, "Aying, I'm sorry. Uncle Yuan is dead..."

She sat on the bed nervously again, and kept muttering to herself: "I don't have a father anymore, my Aying has no father, how pitiful."

After talking to himself for a while, He Moqian suddenly put on a straight face, "He Moqian, you killed my father, and I will never forgive you for the rest of my life! I hate you!"

Then she shook her head in panic, "I didn't! Ah Ying, can you listen to my explanation? I didn't harm Uncle Yuan, I didn't, I didn't..."

Then he put on a straight face again, "You are going to spend the rest of your life in prison!"

The bewildered expression was restored again, "I really don't have Ah Ying, it's not me or me..."

"Aying, I'll make soup for you to drink, please forgive me..."

Yuan Ying supported the back of her neck with one hand and pressed her into her arms, her chin pressed against the top of her hair, her heart throbbing with pain, "Stop talking about Ah Qian, I know it's not you, stop talking. "

He Moqian remained motionless in her arms, repeating, "30, 30, where can I find 30?"

"Aying, don't quarrel with me, can we have a good time? You quarrel with me, I feel sad."

"Aying, I'm going to die, why don't you come to see me? Why don't you listen to me?"

"..."

He Moqian's accusations were like knives, every one of them was stuck in Yuan Ying's heart, and she couldn't even refute.

Yuan Ying had never been so deeply aware of her cowardice and incompetence, she fled away alone, leaving He Moqian to suffer for ten years alone.

Yuan Ying snuggled up to He Moqian as if she had lost her strength, "Ah Qian, who the hell wants to harm you and us like this."

But He Moqian was tired from crying a long time ago and fell asleep deeply.

Yuan Ying hugged He Moqian and sat quietly in the middle of the night, feeling dizzy and muddled in her mind, until the sudden sound of a trumpet outside, she regained her senses, the tears on her face had long since dried up.

Yuan Ying laid He Moqian flat on the bed, fetched a basin of hot water, took off her clothes and wiped her body. The burnt and dead skin was loose and covered half of her body, and the few skins that could be seen were pale. It is almost transparent, and the ribs are clear one by one.

No wonder He Moqian cried and said that it hurts. Can such a large injury not hurt?

"Ah Qian, am I bad?" Yuan Ying wiped her side and said, "Bad and stupid."

Yuan Ying raised He Moqian's hand, and wiped her fingers carefully. These hands were beautiful before, white and crisp, soft and soft in the hand, and the nails were light pink.

But now, the knuckles of these hands are big and thick, and there are still many calluses on the palms, as if they have been sharply ground by rough and uneven sandpaper.

People are easily hurt, and many traces, once they appear, will stay with them for a lifetime and can never be removed.

The traces on the body are so difficult to wipe off, let alone engraved in the heart.

Yuan Ying vaguely felt that she had missed something important long ago and would never come back.

……

Yuan Ying stayed up all night, watching the surveillance video sent to her by Zhuang Jie all night, watching it over and over again, but got nothing.

In the video, He Moqian and Father Yuan stayed in the reference room until [-]:[-] p.m., and then they both left the reference room. After a quarter of an hour, He Moqian returned to the reference room alone, and copied Something went, and then she went out, and soon there was a fire.

The fire burned very quickly, and the entire Yuan's building was almost burned down. Just such a surveillance camera was extracted from the few intact hard drives by the police |

Yuan Ying watched this part of the videotape countless times, but still found nothing. Her eyes were red from suffering, and she collapsed in front of the desk with her hair pulled, thinking desperately, who is it?

Is it really Wang Yishi?

Wang Yishi's parents lived abroad all the year round. She grew up in Yuan's parents. She was as close as Yuan Ying and her sisters. When Wang Yishi was young, she was afraid of the dark and couldn't sleep. Come back and tell her a bedtime story to coax her to sleep. With such a close relationship, Yuan Ying really can't believe that person is Wang Yishi.

Yuan Ying didn't sleep all night, her eyes were sore and swollen, she lay on the table for a long time, the alarm clock on her mobile phone rang on time, she turned off the alarm clock, took out the wontons she had wrapped in advance from the refrigerator freezer, and prepared to give He Moqian make breakfast.

He Moqian woke up with the dizziness and nausea of ​​a hangover, and felt unaccustomed to the new environment for a moment. She clutched her head and thought for a long time, but she couldn't remember what happened yesterday. It seemed that she was drunk.

Yuan Ying knocked on the door of He Moqian's room with a cup of sobering tea, and walked in, smiling casually: "Are you awake? I'll let you drink like hell next time. Quick, drink this cup of tea. Your dizziness will be better." .”

He Moqian looked at her blankly and said, "Why are you here?"

"We're roommates, you forgot?"

He Moqian covered his head and thought for a long time, as if there was such a thing, thinking about it made his headache worse.

"Ah Qian, you drink the tea first, sober up."

"No need." He Moqian pushed and refused the cup Yuan Ying handed over.

"Ah Qian, let's not be stubborn? You are the one who suffers like this."

"I said no need!" He Moqian violently brushed Yuan Ying's hand away, and poured out the cup of hot tea, poured it on Yuan Ying's hand, and wet He Moqian's quilt.

Yuan Ying's thin skin and tender meat

The author has something to say: the hand instantly became hot and red.

He Moqian was stunned, and apologized blankly, "I'm sorry."

Yuan Ying looked at her right hand that had begun to blister, and even smiled, "Ah Qian, is this less than a ten-thousandth of the pain you had back then?"