no ambiguity

In the middle of the night, the Jiangting was silent, and the villa was empty.At this point in the past, if Wen Ning hadn't rushed to deal with the work, Wen Ning would have gone to bed long ago, when he bumped into her suddenly, Qinghe gave a pause, then grabbed her and fell into her arms.

Wen Ning has already taken a bath, and there is a faint fragrance exuding from his body. When he gets close, this pleasant smell is like strands of thin threads, as if they are alive, actively restraining the person who comes.

Qing He, smelling of alcohol, rested on Wen Ning's neck, almost putting all his weight on it, as if he hadn't grown any bones.

Qinghe has a poor capacity for alcohol and can't drink very much. If the alcohol content is low, he can drink two or three bottles, but if the alcohol content is high, he can't do it.Tonight, she drank a glass of Cuba Libertad, and another glass of unnamed wine, which was all made of hard liquor. After taking a sip, her whole body burned up, her stomach was churning, and the heat spread from her lower abdomen to her limbs Hundred bones, almost burned her thoroughly.

However, her consciousness is still relatively clear, unlike other people, who will do stupid things when drunk, or say some stupid things, full of ugly behaviors, and poor self-control.She has that self-control ability, except for her sloppy footsteps and unstable standing, everything else is fine.

Wen Ning walked upstairs to the room with the drunkard in his arms, knowing what kind of virtue Qing He was.This is not the first time Qing He got drunk, let alone the first time in front of Wen Ning.The last time this happened, it was also at a bar. At that time, the two were not yet married. In the middle of the night, Wen Ning received a call and then drove over to pick him up.

Qinghe that night was almost the same as now, lying crookedly on the booth, half drunk and half asleep.Wen Ning brought her back here and took care of her until she sobered up.

Although a lot of unexpected things happened during the process, which were unclear and mixed with too many inappropriate thoughts, but the ending was clean and straightforward, and there were no complicated involvements afterwards.

Both people at the time ignored certain details on purpose, and only regarded that night as a tacit exchange between adults, and there was no need to take it seriously.

The situation is different tonight. They have an extra layer of complicated relationship, but it is much purer.

Qing He snuggled up to Wen Ning, rubbed his slightly hot face on the other's shoulders, kept making small movements, and put his hands around Wen Ning's neck, and asked softly as he entered the room door: "Boss Wen, I'm working overtime again tonight. gone?"

She was a little presumptuous, and she was not honest when she asked, her tone was slightly raised, with a little intimacy.

Those who play music are special, especially those who play rock and roll, which is unpredictable.Qinghe is good-looking, with a good face, good figure, tall, attractive, and attractive from head to toe.

She is not the kind of woman who takes a pure path, on the contrary, she is too generous and direct, doesn't like to cover up her own thoughts, puts her ambitions on the surface, and doesn't understand what roundabouts and euphemisms are at all.She looked straight at Shang Wenning, her face was slightly drunk, but her eyes did not evade at all, and she asked ordinary words in an unusual tone.

Wen Ning didn't dodge either, and closed the door without hesitation, and replied, "I'm dealing with the contract, and the meeting at night has delayed the time."

There is a laptop on the bed, the screen is on, and there are work-related materials on the pages, and two files are spread out next to the laptop.

It's not a lie, it's really rushing to work.

Being a boss is not easy and it is not easy.

Qing He glanced at the bed, then continued to lean on Wen Ning.

In fact, she didn't care about this at all, but if she asked casually, whether Wen Ning worked overtime had nothing to do with her, she was just looking for something to say.

The two hug each other, body next to body, and can feel each other's body temperature.This kind of posture is too intimate, but it still can't give birth to throbbing and warmth, and it lacks due care.

Qinghe's silk scarf and tube top have become loose, and it looks like it will collapse at any time, but it can't fall off, and it is still tied there tenaciously.

The bow of the silk scarf and tube top was tied in the front, soft and trampled, and the drooping tail brushed feebly at her lower abdomen, as if she had drunk too much and was depressed.Her waist is so thin that it can be easily held, like thin paper.

Wen Ning didn't look around, and carried him to the bathroom without squinting, took off his make-up, washed him...very considerate.

Qinghe was quite cooperative, she didn't ask the other party to help too much, she did it by herself if she could do it herself, at the end, she was really exhausted, so she asked Wen Ning to wipe her body.

Of course, just wipe the neck and hands to dissipate the smell of alcohol, and you don't need to take off your clothes.She leaned against the cold wall, and after a while, she closed her eyes weakly, allowing Wen Ning to raise her hand.

In a daze, the person in front of him suddenly asked: "Is it hard?"

She opened her eyes, rubbed the center of her eyebrows, and denied: "Fortunately..."

"How much did you drink?"

"Not much, like two cups."

"Then stand firm and don't fall." Wen Ning said, then let go of his hand, put water on the towel and scrubbed it, wringed out the water after a while, and continued to wipe his ears.

Put cold water, too cold.

Suddenly stimulated, Qing He frowned involuntarily, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she still restrained herself and didn't move.

Wen Ning was relatively calm from the beginning to the end, and sometimes he would talk, but the expression on his face didn't change much, even at the moment when he said words with a little concern, he still looked unmoved.

This person's care is not to the bottom of his heart, it's not because he is unwilling, but it's just too much like fulfilling his own responsibility, although this responsibility is not compulsory.

Caring for a new wife who comes home late at night is like handling a job, in a sense, no different.

After wiping his face and neck, Wen Ning put a semi-dry towel on the shelf, then took off Qing He's coat, and then wiped other places.

Qing He has a good figure, and her curves are even more obvious without the suit jacket.

But this person didn't have any mood swings, he just did what he had to do, quite serious.

Qing He's gaze followed Wen Ning's hand, and the two of them were silent for three to four minutes, neither of them making a sound.

Probably there is nothing to talk about, and I can't find anything to say after searching my stomach, so it's better to save some effort.

After finishing everything, Wen Ning carried Qinghe out.

Originally, Qinghe could walk without hugging, but he did it directly.

Qinghe is willing to give in, but just doesn't want to move.She was a little annoying, and deliberately moved when the other party walked out of the bathroom door.

Wen Ning almost didn't hug her.

She was playing tricks again, and pressed against the other's ear as if she had succeeded, and shouted in a drawn-out voice: "Boss Wen..."

Wen Ning ignored it, walked to the bed and put him down.

Yue Mo's head was burnt by strong alcohol and he was not sober, Qing He was not only not angry, but also smiled, wrapped in a corner of the quilt and rolled half a circle, with his arms half propped on the bed, the smoke was flowing, and asked in a low voice: "Are you so serious? "

Wen Ning ignored him and stepped forward to pack up the notebook and documents.

It's not just once or twice that Qinghe is bad, the dislike is engraved in his bones, sometimes he pretends to deny people, and sometimes he does some innocuous behaviors.She still has the same attitude in the company during the day, she just treats herself as a bystander watching the theater, but at night, she deliberately provokes the other party after drinking too much, so she doesn't treat herself as an outsider.

But she still didn't go too far, she stopped when she made a fuss, stopped doing it when she saw that Wen Ning didn't answer, turned to be more serious, turned sideways to the side where the computer was placed, thought for a while, and asked tentatively: "Are you angry?" ?”

Wen Ning said softly, "No."

No lie, there really isn't.

Qinghe moved towards the head of the bed, pushed away the quilt wrapped around her body, looked up and down, and asked: "You and Assistant Lian, did you really quarrel today?"

Glancing at her, Wen Ning said, "It's just work, no quarrel."

"Oh," Qinghe sat up, looking a little uncomfortable, she raised her chin, put the back of her head against the head of the bed, squeezed her throat with her thin white fingers, and then turned her head to look to the side, don't speak too sincerely, "still I thought you were having a conflict."

That statement went unanswered.

Qing He doesn't mind either, Wen Ning is like this usually, he is used to it.The other party is not aloof and unapproachable, nor is he indifferent. He is still a person, sometimes that is the case, and there is a little problem.

It's fine if you don't answer, you don't have to force it, Qinghe stopped the topic, and read a few words to himself.

If you let go when you are drunk, you will inevitably relax a lot, so you will say some irrelevant words, but it is not harmful.

She talked drowsily about having dinner with the old man, and asked if she wanted to prepare anything.

Maybe it was because of the heat of the wine that it was uncomfortable, Qinghe pulled the silk scarf vigorously, and soon slid down like a nimble fish, his body softened, then turned over, lying still on his stomach tiredly.

Wen Ning looked back, and the thin waist on the bed passed by in sight.

Maybe it was because she didn't want to talk about it, or maybe it was for other reasons. She didn't seem to hear it. She put the notebook and documents on the side table, and then turned back into the bathroom. She came out after a while.

Qinghe no longer made a fuss, she couldn't get over the alcohol, and couldn't do it even if she wanted to.She was still able to play around just now, but now she has been lying on the ground for less than a minute, and her consciousness is gradually sinking.

It was about to go to sleep, and there was the sound of needles dropping in the room.

Wen Ning came out with a small suit jacket, just now he folded it in because he thought there was something inside, when he raised his eyes and saw that Qinghe was drowsy, he slowed down his pace.

Go to the coat rack and hang up your coat.

The person on the bed has always been careless and doesn't take care of clothes. It has only been a day since he wore the small suit, and after walking around the bar, there are obvious wrinkles at the corners of the clothes.

There is also an inconspicuous light yellow long curly hair on the shoulder of the small suit. It belongs to the hot woman tonight, and I don't know how to get it.

Wen Ning has sharp eyes, and has seen this hair long ago, knowing that it does not belong to Qinghe.

Qing He has black hair, not so long.

Calmly brushing his hair away, Wen Ning pinched the corner of the small suit with his slender and distinct fingers, and pulled it down vigorously, as if to smooth out the wrinkles.

Qinghe was already fast asleep, lying on her back, exposed to the soft light, it might be uncomfortable, her breathing was a bit heavy, unsteady, her chest fluctuated up and down.