she is not happy

Ye Qinghe pursed his lips, looked deeply at Wen Yi, and asked.

"How to go?"

"Here, come with me." Wen Yi pointed to the direct elevator beside her, staggered, and walked forward. Ye Qinghe followed behind Wen Yi. Her slender high-heeled shoes seemed to be unable to bear the man's steps. Leaning, if you don't want to fall down, your slender body is like a willow, shaking and shaking, shaking into Ye Qinghe's heart.

Damn, hate, this man is really hateful.

Ye Qinghe couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, and just when this person was about to fall, he stepped forward to support her without tenderness.

Wen Yi leaned on her shoulder, stared at her, and smiled with crooked eyebrows.

In the elevator, the light was dim, and small advertisements were posted everywhere. Ye Qinghe frowned. He just heard the driver call her Mr. Wen, and he was driving a very good limousine.

But why do they live in a place where snakes and dragons seem to be mixed together.

When the elevator reached the first floor, several people watched the elevator again. On New Year's Eve, it was inevitable to drink a few more glasses. The drunk man looked at Wen Yi with unkind eyes.

Ye Qinghe subconsciously blocked Wen Yi behind him, with a cold face, and said nothing.

When the elevator reached the twentieth floor, Ye Qinghe pulled Wen Yi off the elevator.

The long corridors are dimly lit. Although the location is good, the properties are not so good. Garbage is piled up at the door of several houses. Although it is winter, there is a sour smell.

Ye Qinghe was a little bit obsessed with cleanliness, and in such an environment, he was about to suffocate every minute.

In the past few years, has Wen Yi been doing poorly?Why live in such a place?

At the door, Wen Yi pressed the fingerprint lock, the door opened, and there was a small orange light at the door, which was automatically lit by induction.

From outside the door, you can see the layout of the whole house, it is a small living room, not big, but very tidy.

As soon as he entered the room, he could smell the faint scent of aromatherapy. There was a bouquet of flowers in front of the sofa table. Wen Yi has always been a person who pays attention to the quality of life, which is different from her.

Wen Yi took a pair of slippers, handed them to Ye Qinghe, and motioned for her to put them on.Ye Qinghe frowned, shook his head, showing alienation.

"As for the gift, give it to me quickly, I'm leaving."

In fact, Ye Qinghe had no position, and followed others back to the door of the house, and now he drew a clear line with Wen Yi.

"You come in and we'll talk." Wen Yi pulled her hand, and rubbed the back of her hand with her slightly cold fingertips. Ye Qinghe seemed to have no response, with a cold face, but not as decisive as before, taking off his clothes. He took off his shoes and followed her into the house.

"any drinks?"

In the open kitchen, the lights were on, Wen Yi boiled water, turned around and took off the suit jacket, inside was a cashmere sweater, outlining a charming figure, wearing a delicate necklace around the neck, the collarbone looming.

Wen Yi's long, slightly curly hair was draped over her shoulders, exuding an intellectual and mature air.

After entering, the room was very cold. After a while, the air conditioner started working. With the heating, Ye Qinghe's hands were beaded with fine sweat, but she didn't take off her windbreaker, and stood straight at the door with her arms crossed. By the shoe cabinet, ready to leave at any time.

"Don't drink, give it to me quickly, I'm leaving."

The two seemed to have an appointment, and they never called the other person's name from the beginning to the end, but they knew they were talking to each other tacitly.

The kettle rang, Wen Yi turned off the fire, looked up at her, and asked in a warm voice.

"Tieguanyin, or Pu'er?"

"Pu'er."

Ye Qinghe seemed to compromise, took off the windbreaker, but did not put it indiscriminately, hanging it on her arm, the heating in the room was too hot, she just felt very hot all over, but the button tied to the neck did not intend to untie it at all, it looked like Rigid and regular.

The windbreaker on his arm was taken away by Wen Yi, Ye Qinghe moved his lips, wanting to refute, he had an extra cup of warm tea in his hand.

"Drink some, sober up."

Ye Qinghe frowned slightly, and glanced at this person, is he drunk?I don't think it looks like it, it's quite sober.

Ye Qinghe stood aside, watching Wen Yi stand on her toes and hang her clothes on the coat rack. A small waistline was exposed at the hem of the clothes. Wen Yi has a very good figure. Qinghe recalled the days when she accompanied Wen Yi to dance in the dance room. For some reason, her heart moved, and the corners of her lips were a little dry. She licked it, took a sip of tea, and when the hot water entered her mouth, she barked. His fair face turned red.

"It's burning? Why are you so careless?" Wen Yi turned around, looked at her, and walked over quickly.

"If you don't give it to me, I'll leave." Ye Qinghe put down his teacup, bit his tongue, and said angrily.

"You come in, I'll give it to you." Wen Yi glanced at it, and said impatiently.

Ye Qinghe's thin lips were tight, and her back was tight. She followed behind Wen Yi. The distance between the two was not far away. The smell of perfume wafted over one by one, and Ye Qinghe couldn't ignore it.

Wen Yi is not a young girl from the campus days, she is mature and charming, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon.

She was the only one who didn't grow up from the beginning to the end. Whether it was four years or ten years, she was like moss, only suitable for growing in dark and humid places. Could she experience beautiful love like normal people?

No, she doesn't deserve it.

In the bedroom, the heating was even worse, and in the confined space, the smell of Wen Yi became stronger.The current atmosphere is very dangerous, she should escape, but she didn't.

Ye Qinghe was like sitting on a tightrope on the edge of a cliff, even if he would be thrown to pieces, he would never turn back.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, the curtains were not opened, and the light was dim. The moment the door was closed, the entire room was plunged into darkness.

Ye Qinghe likes darkness, darkness can give her enough sense of security, she slowed down her breathing, and when her warm body was pressed against her, she was startled and did not push away.

Wen Yi's voice rang in her ears, accompanied by the rustling of the fabric, the button on the neckline was untied like the wrist choking her throat.

"The gift is myself."

The corners of warm lips covered hers, Ye Qinghe leaned against the door, squinting his eyes, unable to resist such a temptation, the tip of his nose brushed Wen Yi's cheeks, taking in her fragrance seriously.

Between ear and temple, the atmosphere is a bit lingering, like the slow motion in a literary film, slow and long.

Wen Yi and her entered the darkness, and no one could see the other clearly, but they kissed tacitly and would not stop, even if they were about to lose their breath, they did not let each other go.

Even if you will fall into endless hell in the next second, just hope that you can follow your heart at this moment.

Ye Qinghe caressed Wen Yi's eyebrows and cheeks earnestly, tossing and turning.

Unfamiliar things are as natural as they have been rehearsed thousands of times. Wen Yi, Wen Yi, Wen Yi, this name set off a turbulent wave in her heart, pushing her to the tip of the wave.

Fortunately, there is no light leaking in the room, but she will brake in time whenever she sees this person and returns her to reality and sobriety, but the room is extremely dark, and everything seems to be a matter of course.

Is it alcohol, or is the emotion ignited, or is she deceiving herself, just like being alone at home, she indulged her emotions, changed from passive to active, and began to release the beast locked in her heart.