Holding the materials and having no clue, Sheng Yiman knew that he would be in a hurry but couldn't rush. He raised his head and looked outside. It was already dark. At this time, the phone rang, and Sheng Yiman clicked to answer it.
come out.
Sheng Yiman packed her things and came down. She happened to see a car parked next to her. She ran towards the car without hesitation, and the car quickly flew away in the dust.
And upstairs, a pair of eyes were watching her every move, with emotions surging in their eyes.
He recognized that car, even if he didn't, he recognized the dazzling Beijing A99999.
In the car, Meng Chengmao was driving, turning the steering wheel with his slender white hands and exposing his wrists, which made Sheng Yiman feel very sexy.
Move your things to the rose garden when you have time, he said.
The rose garden was where Sheng Yiman lived when he was in college. There were traces of her and his life there. Thinking of it, Sheng Yiman lowered his eyes and said: No, I live quite well and there is no need to move.
Mr. Yu, just stop at the intersection ahead, Sheng Yiman continued.
Meng Chengmao braked suddenly, Sheng Yiman grabbed the seat belt, but still hit his head backwards due to inertia.
Before Sheng Yiman could react, Meng Chengmao leaned over and asked gently: What's wrong? Who messed with you?
Sheng Yiman met his eyes and said with a smile: Mr. Yu, it's just for fun, don't take it so seriously.
After hearing this, Meng Chengmao unfastened her seat belt, pulled her over, and said through gritted teeth: Just for fun? Sheng Yiman, if you have the guts, say it again.
Mr. Yu...
Before the syllable was finished, Meng Chengmao blocked her lips. Soon, he let go of her and warned: "Try calling Mr. Men again!"
Sheng Yiman: Hegemonism. But after all, he didn't dare to say any more. Who knows what he could do in the car.
After hearing this, Meng Chengmao smiled, pinched her chin and said: Let's be clear, who is the hegemon?
Who knows, Sheng Yiman said angrily.
Meng Chengmao hugged her, put his hand on her leg, and said: Are you still wearing a skirt in such a cold weather?
Meng Chengmao, don’t touch it! After all, she still didn't dare to call Mr. Men one after another, because she knew that Men Chengmao always meant what he said.
She looked outside the car. Fortunately, there was no one there, otherwise she would have been embarrassed.
What do you know, these are stockings, antique! Sheng Yi muttered with his mouth full.
Well, I don't understand. Meng Chengmao seemed to be in a good mood, answering her word for word, and he was very tolerant of her little tempers.
Why are you speaking so harshly now? Um? Meng Chengmao looked, but in the end his hands did not touch her legs, but hugged her waist.
I like!
Well, okay, as long as you like it, Meng Chengmao lowered his head and whispered in her ear: I like it too.
Who cares if you like it or not, Sheng Yiman said with a hum.
Meng Chengmao hummed and pecked her lips, his eyes blurred with temptation. Sheng Yiman was so dizzy from his kiss that she unconsciously hooked her arms around his neck.
Gradually, Meng Chengmao let go of her and looked at her with aggression in his dark eyes. He suppressed the evil fire in his heart and then drove into the hotel.
Sheng Yiman followed him slowly, and Meng Chengmao walked in front. After completing the formalities, the two took the elevator directly. In the bright corridor, dimly lit, one behind the other.
With a beep, the door opened. Meng Chengmao received a call and went to the balcony. Sheng Yiman walked in. She was so tired that she lay on the bed and fell asleep.
Meng Chengmao stood on the balcony, listening to the strong wind, silently listening to the phone.
Chengmao, you go home tomorrow and meet Uncle Song's daughter Jinglei, Meng Zhengwu ordered.
