"Otherwise." Ran Bai was silent for a moment and asked back. She seemed to sigh, and she spoke straightforwardly, not tactful, and did not consider Wen Haoqing's mood. "I have many choices."

"What matters like hidden rules is that you are willing to do it, and I will not force you if you don't want it." She looked at him and chuckled: "It depends on you."

Wen Haoqing never thought of it,

He would be so cheap in front of one person.

Disposable.

If it were the past, maybe he should have refused with kindness and then calmly and gently said that it was worthless.

"Song Bai." Wen Haoqing closed her eyes, her expression was difficult to distinguish. She called her in a deep voice, as if she was compromised: "Don't let me find out that you and those outside are unclear."

"Even if it's a hidden rule." He leaned over gracefully, supported Ranbai with one hand, lifted the girl's chin, leaving only his shadow in her eyes. The enviable slender fingers were close at this moment, with cold and hard joints, a faint coolness on the collar of the clothes, and the cold and elegant wood fragrance lingers in the air, and Ranbai's ears were all his intoxicating voice: "You can only hide in me."

"Is this the tone of the senior who should talk to the financial owner?" Ranbai Wuwei's depressing and oppressive feeling around him pulled the man's tie and pressed the person in his direction. He laughed and became distracted, revealing a bit of coldness.

The girl's eyes were full of evil eyes, and she was as cold as snow water that had melted for a season. Wen Haoqing was quiet for a moment. He reached out to cover his white eyes, and did not look at the other party's eyes that could not see any joy in it. It seemed that she could deceive herself, and then lowered her eyes and kissed the girl's lips.

Breathing intertwined, tossed and deep.

The kisses also bring a deep feeling.

"Please." The faint fragrance lingers. When the kiss is deep, Ranbai hears the other party's peaceful and gentle voice, intertwined with the slightest breathing sound, falling down, clearly in a calm tone, but he hears a bit humble meaning: "Is that OK?"

An undeniable tone.

Ranbai's breathing was also messy. She pressed her back against the car door and was lingered and deeply pressed on the co-pilot by the actor and kissed her. With a gentle sense of oppression, the man asked with a good temper: "Do you want to talk to you like this?"

"Yes." Ranbai responded with a smile.

"The financial backer likes this?" the other party pressed her and asked tepidly.

"Senior is more obedient than others." Ranbai thought for a while and finally came up with such an answer. She said hoarsely, laughing faintly, unable to hear the true falsehood.

The man paused, and before he heard her initial answer, he asked patiently over and over again: "Is that okay?"

She narrowed her eyes, her eyes were shattered and shimmering, and went to see Wen Haoqing's deep peach blossom eyes.

"Please beg me?" She smiled and did not express her opinion.

"Yeah." Wen Haoqing responded quietly, with a bottomless vortex in his eyes, which could suck her in, and repeated in a gentle tone: "Please, just hide in me."

She should be a gentle and elegant noble man like the bright moon, but she took the initiative to put herself in a humble position in front of her, and her every move was like a very poisonous one, and most of them could not resist it.

Ranbai didn't answer accurately, but just said wisely: "Let's talk about it later."

"So perfunctory?" The other party was obviously not satisfied with the answer. Even the kissing force became a little heavier. The lips and teeth were fragrant, and they were cold and clean. They bit her neck and chuckled, without temperature: "I can't bear to let the child go to trap the wolf, Miss Song."

"But I have no reason to have to you." Ranbai said.

Wen Haoqing pinched her waist with one hand, and the touch under her fingertips was delicate and white. His eyes were dark and heavy, just like a night when the foggy was roaring in the early morning. He could not see the depths of no one, covering the ears and murmurs, like a lover's soft voice, and the tone was gentle and elegant. There was a bit of a fierce danger in the lingering voice: "If Miss Song dares to raise others and tell others the unspoken rules, I will lock you up. Do you know?"

He never lacks chains, only one person.

"I didn't expect that seniors would have this kind of fun." Ranbai didn't take it seriously. Her fingers wrapped around the man's tie, her fair skin set against the pure black luster, and she smiled casually: "I like it, I can try it in the future."

"But--" she said frivolously: "It is better to use chains and handcuffs on seniors."

"If you dare, come and try."

"I still prefer to talk to me in a good tone for seniors." Ranbai lazily curled the corners of his lips, and glanced at the man's cold and thin wrists when his eyes drooped. He probably looked better when leaving traces. Not to mention, it was really suitable for being locked.

The other party chuckled lightly, as if he was talking in a breath sound, with a bit of gentle mockery aftertaste, but more of a gripping affection, words wrapped around his eardrums, and even the breath he exhaled was astonishingly hot: "If Miss Song wants... I will give it to you."

Beauty is abusive.

Ranbai sighed. She was not interested in something happening here. She reached out and pushed Wen Haoqing away: "Send me back first."

"The order of the financial owner?" Wen Haoqing asked calmly and elegantly.

"You can understand that too."

Wen Haoqing stoked the collar that was scattered by the girl, and said nothing, and calmly retracted and started the car.

"Senior, were you jealous just now?" Ranbai recalled what happened just now in the private room. She watched the man drive and suddenly asked.

Wen Haoqing's movements did not pause, but just looked at her calmly, without even the emotion in her eyes, and asked her: "What answer does Miss Song want."

"Whatever." Ranbai didn't care much about this, but just said lazily: "I thought you would ask me about my relationship with Han Zhe."

"I know."

What is the relationship between Han Zhe and Song Bai?

Except for the four words "Finding Relationship" of the financial owner, nothing else can be explained clearly.

It is too naive to say that he doesn't mind, but that's all the things that happened before, and he has no reason and no need to ask about it.

"Since I've said that, let's keep away from him in the future." Wen Haoqing said, looking at her with concentration, her gentle and affectionate gaze disappeared in the deep sea, and she could not refuse: "I will be jealous."

Ranbai sneered, but did not answer. She didn't believe what Wen Haoqing said.

This man even lies with the same expression, and his eyes and tone can easily make people fascinated.

Then she suddenly heard Wen Haoqing ask, "Do you come to my house or I move your house?"

"..." Ranbai almost forgot this fact, "No need."

"Then I'll move." Wen Haoqing glanced at her and said indifferently: "Give me the keys at home, don't worry about other things, I'll do it."

“…”

Is this little lover too self-conscious?

But there seemed to be no reason to refuse. They were all kept, Ranbai said no.
Chapter completed!