can i love you

In the evening of the round sun, the wild cranes are idle in the clouds, and the soil is covered in Song Yin.We are sad, love and hate are hard to get back, you idiots, how do you understand heartache?

The European-style villa under the moonlight exudes a fresh and elegant atmosphere, and the hazy clouds make the dots of splendor filter into blue silk, covering everything and setting off the quiet midnight.

"It's okay, you don't need to help me...I...can walk by myself!" A slightly tired voice echoed in the night sky, breaking the quiet moonlit night and disturbing Deng Feng and his wife who were burning with desire people.

"Uncle Deng, be careful on the steps." The crisp female voice was less bold than usual, and more charming and gentle.Wang Juan wears light makeup, a wide-shouldered jacket and a high-waisted dress, showing a charming femininity. The wide and straight girdle shapes the soft lines of the waist, showing a graceful figure.

"Juanzi...Xiaofeng...that stinky brat...he just has a hard mouth...this...matter is on...me." Deng Yuxuan's eyes were bloodshot. Step" betrayed the fact that he was already drunk.

"Hehe, Uncle Deng, be careful. You have the key!" Wang Juan brushed her bangs floating in front of her forehead, and her heart was rippling.

Squeak... Wang Juan opened the door, and the living room was lit with weak lights. A high-necked shirt on the yellow-brown sofa immediately caught Wang Juan's attention. The clothes exuded Deng Feng's breath, and Wang Juan felt insane .Hearing a voice suddenly, he turned his head and saw that Deng Yuxuan was leaning against the door and fell asleep!

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Deng Feng's hands and feet were stiff, and the movement downstairs obviously broke his restlessness.A little lost and confused, this seems to indicate that the relationship between the two will definitely experience many ups and downs, and a true relationship will become difficult only because of the secular stick to conventions.This same passionate infatuation cannot move the heavens after all.Maoqun also came back to his senses, put away the towel in his hand, covered Deng Feng with a thin quilt, looked at Deng Feng with pity, muttered, "Little villain." Then he turned and opened the door, boom... Boom, I'm going downstairs.Deng Feng opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, because he heard Uncle Qiao's nickname, sweetness immediately filled his heart.Daydreaming about the future of love!Perhaps the road ahead is full of thorns and thorns, and there may be many possibilities and variables, but the only constant is that I will never give up.

Wang Juan tried to wake up Deng Yuxuan, how could he know that he had already entered a deep sleep, now Wang Juan was in a difficult situation, looking at the strong man in front of her, how could a weak woman like me lift it up?Just as she was worrying, there was a sound upstairs, and when Maoqun appeared in her field of vision, a string in her heart vibrated violently, and thoughts ran through Wang Juan's mind one after another.

"It's you?!" The voice was not as gentle as before, not even as bold as usual. "How will you be here?"

"Hi, Wang. I'm Deng Feng's driver..." When a person suddenly confronts you with an emotionless voice, it means that he has scruples about you.

"I know, I mean, didn't you resign?" Wang Juan interrupted Maoqun with an unbelievable look.

"I..." Maoqun was puzzled, I just handed in my resignation this morning, how would she know that I resigned?Could it be that the news spread so fast these days? "Yes, I resigned. Deng Feng was drunk, and I brought him back." The voice also lost enthusiasm, that kind of eyes, that kind of condescending attitude, which made Maoqun very disgusted, Wang Juan's sense of superiority , Like a strong air pressure rushing towards him, Maoqun finally erected his own defense.

"Oh?" The elongated interrogative word.

"Well, Mr. Qiao? Is that right?" Wang Juan slowed down her tone, after all, should she maintain self-cultivation? "Can you do me a favor? Help me take Uncle Deng back to the room." Only now did Wang Juan remember that there was another drunk person behind her, who was sleeping naively.Can't help but find it funny, this pair of living treasures father and son.

"En? Okay." Maoqun was surprised by Wang Juan's fickle face, and hurriedly responded.This woman is not simple, Maoqun thought.He lifted Deng Yuxuan who was like a puddle of mud forward, good guy, this tonnage is really extraordinary, Maoqun was a little bit struggling.Wang Juan followed behind the two men and became very serious.

Repeat the procedure for Deng Feng just now, undress and scrub.After everything was dealt with, Maoqun didn't dare to linger, and walked out of the bedroom gently, closing the door behind him.

Downstairs, Wang Juan made a pot of tea with ease, and smiled, "Mr. Qiao, you have worked hard, let's have a cup of tea."

"Hehe, no, it's too late, it's time to go back, isn't the king going?" Maoqun didn't know why he asked the last sentence, it was completely subconscious.

"Well, I'll call Aunt Li first. I'll leave as soon as she comes." Wang Juan smiled, her eyes more calm.

"Then..." Maoqun felt that it was time for him to leave, but why did he feel unwilling. "I go first……"

Walking out of the villa, Maoqun felt a strong sense of unease, as if he had missed something very important, looked back at the comfortable white building, and turned around reluctantly.

At this moment, the door of Deng Feng's bedroom was slightly opened, and a sweet scent of perfume permeated the whole space.

(PS: please comfort)