I struggled to survive in a girl group [Transmigration Book]

Wen Ling has always felt that gain is the beginning of loss.

Especially things that are full of variables like feelings are illusory, unreliable and dependable.

Her parents are good examples.

This is true for parents who are related by blood, let alone lovers in this fast food era.

Only money is something that can actually be held in her hands and give her a sense of security.

So Wen Ling set a goal for herself - before the age of 30, save enough 1000 million, and then live as she pleases according to her heart.

She doesn't have much desire for material things. With this money, she can spend her life in peace and stability.

But what Wen Ling didn't expect was that things developed far more smoothly than she imagined.Just half a year into the group, her goal has been achieved, and there is even a faint tendency to double it several times.

But money is such a thing, the more the better.In this way, when the girl group disbands, she doesn't have to sign a company to work.She is not used to such a busy day, she needs to rest.

In addition to money, another aspect of this job that makes her feel worthwhile is the unclear and ambiguous relationship with Yi Zhuo.

Yi Zhuo is a very good teammate and a very good bed partner.She will put on a coat for her in winter, and hold an umbrella for her in rainy days; give her medicine and take good care of her when she is sick, and play various tricks with her when she is bored, while satisfying her mental and physical needs. Physiological needs.

Wen Ling sometimes wonders if Yi Zhuo has any special feelings for her, if that is the case, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she has to keep a distance from him in time.

But every time she tried to speak, she ended up failing.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

The door was knocked lightly twice and then pushed open, and a familiar voice floated in.

Wen Ling came back to her senses and saw Yi Zhuo striding in, holding a stack of insulated lunch boxes in her hand.

Feeling guilty for no reason, she sat down against the head of the bed, wrapped the blanket around her body a little tighter, and looked up, "It's nothing, I'm a little tired."

Her cheeks and lips were pale, and she did look a little weak.

Yi Zhuo frowned and sat down beside the bed.

She took Wen Ling's hand and put it in her palm, then sighed, "When I went out to buy a meal, you stole ice cream again?"

Wen Ling was very calm: "I didn't."

Yi Zhuo gritted his back molars, "Then what happened to the empty ice cream box in the trash can under the coffee table in the living room?"

Wen Ling: ...

Yi Zhuo: "Don't say it was An Qing who ate it, she and Yu Tingbai went fooling around somewhere and never came back."

Wen Ling blinked and looked at her suspiciously: "Why are you looking at the trash can?"

At this time, they were in a suite of a five-star hotel in city F, and the national tour concert was about to begin.

The reason why she threw the empty box into the trash bin in the living room was that she thought Yi Zhuo would not notice it, but she was discovered anyway.

"I don't know you yet?" Yi Zhuo looked down at her, and held her fingers vigorously, "So why do you still want to eat ice cream because your stomach feels uncomfortable?"

Wen Ling looked at her and smiled, "I want to eat."

Dissatisfied, Yi Zhuo leaned over and bit her lips lightly as punishment.

Then she turned around, opened the insulated lunch boxes one by one, and placed them on the bedside table next to them.

"You still have to take good care of your body." Yi Zhuo whispered, stuffing a pair of chopsticks into her hands, "They are all easy to digest, so eat less."

Why cherish the body, Wen Ling couldn't figure it out.

It's not that she is world-weary and wants to die, but she just doesn't care.

For her, whether she lives for 30 years or 50 years does not make much difference.

Seeing Yi Zhuo's concentration, she almost blurted out something in her heart.

Why are you so nice to me?

She wanted to ask, but she couldn't ask.

"Why are you in a daze? Eat quickly."

A spoonful of soup was brought to her mouth, and Wen Ling subconsciously opened her mouth to eat it.

The fragrance is light and not greasy at all, which is very suitable for her.

Wen Ling smiled, "It tastes good."

Forget it, talk about it later.

Yi Zhuo didn't confess anything to her, not even a word of liking her.If she took the initiative to ask, it would be too self-indulgent.

"As long as it's delicious." Yi Zhuo's expression eased a lot, and he emphasized again, "You can't steal food from now on... Forget it."

She sighed softly and laughed helplessly, "It's impossible to rely on self-consciousness, let me watch you."

Yi Zhuo kept his word and stayed in her room that night and did not leave.

To be precise, she has become a frequent visitor here since she doesn't know when.

Except when the two places are separated, Yi Zhuo comes over every night.Sometimes it's sex, sometimes it's just plain chatting.

Yi Zhuo turned off the light, got into the quilt, hugged the person around him expertly, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

Wen Ling responded, put her fingers on her arm, and leaned her face against her neck.

Yi Zhuo's heart softened, and he lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly, "After rehearsal tomorrow, if you don't feel uncomfortable, I'll take you out for a drive, but the weather forecast says there will be rain, so we won't be outdoors..."

"Yi Zhuo." Wen Ling said suddenly, interrupting her words, "I'm going home tomorrow."

Her tone was very light, but Yi Zhuo could still hear a hint of solemnity from it.

Yi Zhuo was stunned: "Go home? Is your home here?"

She has known Wen Ling for so long, and the other party has never mentioned anything about her family.She only thought that Wen Ling had a bad relationship with her family, and never asked more questions.

Wen Ling said, "Well, it's not far from this hotel."

Yi Zhuo paused for breath, and asked tentatively, "Shall I take you there?"

As expected, Wen Ling rejected her.

"No, I'll go by myself."

Looking at her stubborn look, Yi Zhuo felt inexplicably distressed.She tightly circled the person in her arms, and replied in a low voice: "Okay, then call me if you need anything."

Although Wen Ling said she didn't need to follow her there, the next day, Yi Zhuo insisted on asking for the address, and drove the car to a nearby parking lot to wait for someone.

The weather forecast was very accurate. Not long after she parked the car, it began to rain patter outside the window, and it seemed that it was going to get bigger and bigger.

The raindrops hit the glass, making a crackling sound, forming trickles on the car windows.The scene outside the window gradually blurred.Yi Zhuo looked away, turned on the music, and leaned on the seat to listen to the song.

Just when she thought that Wen Ling would never look for her again, the phone rang.

Yi Zhuo answered in seconds: "Hello, captain?"

It was very quiet on the other end of the phone, even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Yi Zhuo was suddenly worried, "What's the matter, are you okay?"

After a while, she finally got a reply.

"Yi Zhuo, I miss you, come and pick me up."

***

When Yi Zhuo saw Wen Ling again, she was standing at the intersection holding a black umbrella.

The heavy rain poured down, and large drops of water rolled down the umbrella surface, forming fine rain lines.

Wen Ling's coat and hair were soaked in a lot of rain, her complexion was pale, and she looked fragile and embarrassed.

The car door opened and closed, and Wen Ling sat on the co-pilot.

She threw the wet umbrella down at her feet, leaned back on the seat as soon as she raised her head, and let out a tired breath.

Yi Zhuo pursed his lips, leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt, and took out a tissue to help her wipe the water marks on her hair.She asked: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the door? It's raining so hard, what are you doing running so far?"

Wen Ling paused for breath, and suddenly reached out to hold her wrist.

"I want to see you soon," she said.

Yi Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

It's not that she doesn't believe it, Wen Ling has too many criminal records.When encountering a question that you don’t want to answer, you can either talk nonsense in your head, or choose an answer with a small number of words.

Just like now, Wen Ling would not explain to her what unpleasant things happened to her at home, so she just said something soft to dismiss her.

"Perfunctory me again." Yi Zhuo stretched out his hand to touch Wen Ling's forehead, but fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

She started the car, "Go back to the hotel first, take a hot shower, and then have something to eat."

The bathroom was very warm, Wen Ling took off her clothes one by one, and was about to turn on the shower, but she took her hand back.

She walked to the door of the bathroom and asked, "shall we wash together?"

Through a door, Yi Zhuo didn't hear what she said clearly, but he walked over quickly, "What's wrong, captain?"

Wen Ling simply pushed the door open a crack, "I said, do you want to wash together?"

The delicate snow-like skin was exposed from the crack of the door, and Yi Zhuo took a soft breath uncontrollably.

She said, "Captain, you should rest today..."

Before she finished speaking, she was pulled in.

In line with the principle of taking care of patients, Yi Zhuo tried his best to control himself and did nothing, but just helped her take a bath as calmly as possible.

However, the patient was dishonest and insisted on reciprocating courtesy. Taking the opportunity of applying shower gel, her legs were almost limp.Yi Zhuo used his last rationality to remove that disobedient hand, and said in a low voice: "If you are sick, you should rest well, don't think about these things."

Wen Ling paused, then suddenly took Yi Zhuo's hand and placed it on her chest.

"Doctor, I'm fine."

She stared at those long and narrow eyes, and frivolously raised the corners of her mouth, "If you don't believe me, why don't you help me check my body?"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Zhuo kissed her.

Wen Ling hooked her neck and responded enthusiastically.The lips and teeth were intimately entangled, the breath blended together, and the porcelain white skin gradually turned a faint pink.

In a certain gap, there was a sudden void under her feet, Yi Zhuo picked her up horizontally, walked out of the bathroom in three steps and two steps, and carefully put her on the bed.

Wen Ling's eyes darkened, she pressed her shoulders, and pushed her down.

She supported Yi Zhuo's thin waistline and slowly moved down, kissing every inch of skin little by little.

Yi Zhuo bowed his body and tightened his fingers, acquiescing to her aggression.

The disobedient patient struggled for more than an hour before choosing to follow the doctor's order and reluctantly stopped.

Yi Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and brought the man over.

Wen Ling leaned over, brushed away the wet hair sticking to her cheeks, and whispered in her ear: "Actually, what I said is true."

Yi Zhuo was still immersed in the aftertaste just now, and didn't hear her words clearly, "Well, what?"

"It's nothing." Wen Ling smiled and rubbed her thigh, which brought a sticky feeling.

Then she let out a breath in the other's ear, her thin lips parted slightly, "Doctor, I'm hungry."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-2823:31:59~2021-07-2923:35:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~