The two of them lay on the bed and closed their eyes and rested for a while, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

Zhao Ming felt a little exhausted when he was about to be hollowed out. When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, the classical woman held Zhao Ming's wrist with her hands, pressed his hand down, and clamped it between her plump and mysterious legs.

here we go again……

Zhao Ming's mouth twitched a little embarrassedly. Has the effect of the medicine not dissipated yet? Or did you do it on purpose?... This master's daughter has countless rare defeats. Could it be that he will destroy his reputation for his lifetime here today?

OK, please accompany me!!

...

"We, the soldier!"

The phone rang.

The classical woman was being teased by Zhao Ming's outstanding ecstasy hand. She suddenly became annoyed. She crawled out of Zhao Ming's arms and grabbed the cell phone, ran into the bathroom naked, "gudong", and threw the cell phone into the bathroom without hesitation.

I was dizzy! Zhao Ming was stunned, my baby phone!

"I will pay you ten pieces tomorrow!" The classical woman almost jumped onto the bed and sat on Zhao Ming's lower abdomen, "Tonight, you are mine!"

No, you still have to spend the night?! Zhao Ming widened his eyes in horror.

The classical woman knelt down, and the beauty was waving with emotionless ups and downs, and her hair tickled Zhao Ming's lower abdomen. Soon she rode on Zhao Ming's body, slowly becoming skilled from arrogance. At first, she hugged Zhao Ming's neck and twisted. Later, she sat up straight and supported Zhao Ming's palm with her hands, raised her head and shook it violently, rising and falling. The long hair at her waist danced wildly, her heavy breathing and crazy moans were like a tragic harsh yelling from a whipped sinner...

Zhao Ming lay on his back with pain and joy on the soft and comfortable luxury bed, looking straight at the ceiling, only tired cows and no broken fields. Women are all born masters!

This time it took a very long time.

The classical woman seemed to be disbanded by Zhao Ming and finally defeated. She lay in his arms for a while without moving. If she hadn't felt her breath clearly from her mouth to her, Zhao Ming would have thought she had already died.

Liu Xinlan is still waiting in the room, she can't really be here for one night...

Zhao Ming tried to move his arm. Her eyes did not open, but she pressed her head down unreasonably, and wrapped her hand around his neck, "Ten minutes, only ten minutes..."

"Okay..." Zhao Ming gently patted her back, sweating and her hair was a little wet.

After a while, it was about ten minutes. She put her head on Zhao Ming's chest and listened to his powerful heartbeat, and said quietly: "My name is Wen Yan. Wen Wen, female Kaiyan."

"Zhao Ming."

"Is it a deep inspiration?" Wen Yan's voice was soft and quiet, like a dream.

Can you guess this? Zhao Ming was a little stunned, "Yes."

"You go... don't let your wife wait too long!" She crawled to the side lazily and slowly turned her back.

Zhao Ming let out a sigh of relief and climbed out of bed, and suddenly he felt sore in his hamstring and almost fell down to the side.

The spicy cake is really dry, and her legs are weak! Zhao Ming glanced at Wen Yan on the bed with lingering fear. At this moment, she was like a fairy who was out of the world, holy and quiet, full of mystery and nobility. Who would have thought that if she got crazy, she would be so obsessed and thorough?

After putting on his clothes, Zhao Ming went to retrieve the fake cell phone and was about to leave.

"Please hand me my bag, okay?" Wen Yan obviously returned to normal, her voice was ethereal and sweet, nice and gentle, like the early spring March sunshine, making people feel warm and peaceful.

Zhao Ming picked up her bag and handed it to her. Wen Yan took out a check book and pen from the bag, and wrote a cash check of 50,000 yuan.

"Pay your phone..."

Zhao Ming looked at this check and it was not right to take it, nor was it not right to take it. Why did it feel like the reward for selling a cowherd?...Okay, at least I am not low!

"No need." Zhao Ming grinned embarrassedly, "The counterfeit machine is not worth it. I will buy any more tomorrow."

Wen Yan lowered her eyelids and silent for a moment, nodded gently, but did not insist, and retreated into the quilt and hid it with her head covered.

"That fat man with white beard will not cause trouble for you again, will he ask?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Don't worry, absolutely not." Wen Yan showed half of her face from the quilt and said it was extremely certain. Her pair of lively and clear eyes looked at Zhao Ming seriously for the first time, looking at his eyes, "Thank you..."

Zhao Ming smiled slightly and walked towards the door, "Goodbye."

"We won't meet again..." Wen Yan said in an extremely low voice, a voice that she could almost hear.

Zhao Ming stopped for a moment, and smiled calmly with his back to her, "Okay."

Wen Yan's body trembled in shock. Can you hear this?

"Click", the door has been gently closed.

Wen Yan suddenly felt surrounded by a huge feeling of loss. With an impulse, she almost jumped out of the bed and rushed out of the door, calling him back.

But...ah!!!

His name is Zhao Ming.

The unforgettable "inting"!

Wen Yan shrank into the quilt and started crying irresistibly.

...

Zhao Ming stood with his back against the wall of the corridor, listening to the crying in the room, lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and his expression was even more blurry and lonely than the night in this city.

This world is very small, so small that a thousand-year agreement can be realized in just one turn, and a deep and unforgettable encounter.

This world is also very big, so big that you can miss your fate by a door. Even if you meet again, it may be just a passerby.

In life, such things are everywhere. Compared to the person who loves deeply forever, such distinction is nothing.

He smiled indifferently, Zhao Ming wiped his hands into his pocket with his cigarette in his pocket, and walked slowly towards the elevator, like a miserable wolf, who was about to go home and be cleaned up by his wife.

Liu Xinlan was already a little impatient to wait. She still couldn't get through after calling Zhao Ming. The broken copycat phone was thrown away early. By the way, this guy was drunk, right? Or... Men like to play romantic when they were together, and Robin dared to do it on the wilderness on the top of the mountain. Doing that kind of thing, would he take Zhao Ming to find a lady?

After looking at the watch, it was almost twelve o'clock. Liu Xinlan was really anxious. Zhao Ming, can you go back? Are you asleep while drunk or are you really going to look for it...

The doorbell rang.

Liu Xinlan was impatient to see from the cat's eyes that it was that guy!

He opened the door and said, "What are you doing? Don't answer my phone?"

Zhao Ming raised his wet cell phone to Liu Xinlan, "I want to answer it."

Liu Xinlan immediately smelled the perfume on his body and subconsciously touched her nose. Chanel 5, the lady here is quite classy...

"Leader, what are you thinking?" Zhao Ming looked at her curiously, "Why do you look lustful?"

"Ah?" Liu Xinlan was caught off guard and her pretty face turned red, "What are you talking about? I haven't, no!"

"Ho ho, don't you think I'm going to find a lady, do you?" Zhao Ming said in a word.

"I... didn't!" Liu Xinlan let out a sigh of relief in her heart. He dared to say this, but he probably didn't go, right?

"Robin was drunk and shouted that he wanted to go to the sauna. I had no choice but to accompany him." Zhao Ming was arrogant and as if he was telling the truth. "He fell asleep after halfway through the washing, so I took him back to the room to settle him with his girlfriend, and then came here."

"Oh..." Liu Xinlan nodded without objection. She said that Chanel No. 5 should have been used by Robin's girlfriend... Why did she tell me so much? Do you care about my opinion of you?

"Let's go, leader. It's very late, it's time for us to go home." Zhao Ming said with a smile.

"Okay." Liu Xinlan let out a sigh of relief, and felt a lot more at ease inexplicably. This guy didn't seem to be lying... By the way, why do I care whether he lies? I'm not him?

The two got off the elevator and came to the front desk. The female manager who had the previous one came to entertain herself. Zhao Ming asked her to leave a few words for Robin and prepared to leave.

Manager Wu cleverly avoided Liu Xinlan's attention and sent a small note to Zhao Ming and whispered: "A guest called the front desk and left it for you."

Zhao Ming nodded and thanked him, and put the note in his pocket without showing any expression.

Later, the two got into the car. Liu Xinlan was worried that Zhao Ming would drive drunk and insisted that she would drive.

The red sports car left Qingshui Lake Resort and boarded the national highway to the city. Both of them were quite silent along the way, as if they suddenly lost the topic.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home?" Liu Xinlan said after entering the city.

"No need." Do you want to meet Mu Xuanxuan? Zhao Ming said with a smile, "Just drive to your house directly, I'll take a taxi home by myself."

"Not good?"

"I should send you home!" Zhao Ming said with a smile, "It's so late, how can you feel relieved when you are a beautiful girl?"

Liu Xinlan suddenly felt a warm feeling in her heart. In the past, there were many people who gave her kindness, and all kinds of gentlemen, politeness and care in every detail. Although she had made her feel good, she did not have the care she occasionally showed, which was warm to the heart.

The red sports car parked at the entrance of a community, and Zhao Ming got out.

"You're better, take a taxi and go home early." Liu Xinlan sat in the driver's seat and looked at Zhao Ming with deep eyes.

"Don't worry, leader, I promise not to go to nightclubs." Zhao Ming smiled.

"What are you saying, did you do it on purpose?" Liu Xinlan glanced at him in anger, "I'm leaving... don't smoke a little cigarette, have you heard?"

"You must listen to what the leader said." Zhao Ming replied with a smile, and raised his hand to salute her an American military salute.

"It's so slick." Liu Xinlan Wan'er angrily glanced at him, and the red sports car drove into the community with a "buzzing" sound.

Zhao Ming took out the note from his pocket and looked at it. It was a phone number. Looking at the boundless night, he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and vomited it out.

The night is getting dark.
Chapter completed!