She sat on the sofa and picked up a pillow and put it in her arms. Thinking about it, Sheng Yiman soon fell into sleep.
A figure came and stopped next to the sofa. The shadow reflected on Sheng Yiman's face looked particularly peaceful. Meng Chengmao looked at the person lying on the sofa, his eyes became gentle, and his lips curled up. In a low voice, he said: I slept soundly.
Sheng Yiman fell asleep in a daze and felt a chill coming over her. She quietly opened her eyes and found that it was Meng Chengmao who then relaxed her body and fell asleep.
Meng Chengmao hugged Sheng Yiman and placed him on the bed. He also slept on the other side of the bed. After turning off the lights, the room fell into darkness. Soon he reached out and hugged Sheng Yiman, who was sleeping on the other side. The two leaned against each other. It was very tight. Meng Chengmao buried his head in the crook of Sheng Yiman's neck and took a deep breath. Seeing the instigator sleeping peacefully, Meng Chengmao felt angry and funny.
In the morning, Sheng Yiman woke up and looked at Meng Chengmao who was still sleeping next to her. This feeling made her feel very safe. This was one of the few times when the two of them lay in bed doing nothing. Meng Chengmao Mao's sleeping position is very good. Unlike her, she can sleep from the head to the end of the bed when sleeping alone. She rarely sees Meng Chengmao sleeping so late. She is usually far ahead, but she fell asleep Meng Chengmao seemed to be a little more gentle, less unruly and cold than usual. He seemed to be more concrete in her heart. Sheng Yiman stared at his face, but she felt that she I still can't see through him or his heart.
Does it look good?
There was a sudden sound above her head. Sheng Yiman immediately closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. His body was tense and did not dare to move. Meng Chengmao looked at the person pretending to sleep. His eyelashes trembled from time to time, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his breathing seemed to be tight. , so I started to tease.
He deliberately leaned close to her ear. I heard that people who are really asleep do not react no matter what others do. Well, let me see.
As he spoke, Meng Chengmao propped his head up on the pillow. While carefully observing the subtle expressions on Sheng Yiman's face, he approached her and lifted the quilt. Before he could start to implement it, Sheng Yiman pretended to do it himself. No more.
No, no, no, I'm awake, I'm awake.
Meng Chengmao held back his smile and looked at her and said: You woke up so soon? No more sleep?
Sheng Yiman: No, no.
I'm going to get up. You can go to sleep by yourself. Sheng Yiman opened and kicked off the quilt and was about to get up, but before he could leave the quilt, Meng Chengmao was tightly holding him in his arms. Her waist was pressed against his abdomen. Sheng Yiman His powerful heartbeat could be heard.
Yu Chengmao.
He hummed softly and reached out his hand to rub her hair.
Just like that, Sheng Yiman stayed in his arms, and the two of them cuddled together on the bed, like two people keeping each other warm.
After Meng Chengmao took her to have a meal, they started playing down there. Sheng Yiman then realized that Meng Chengmao had driven her to the suburbs. This was a private manor with great scenery, where she could eat, drink, and have fun. Everything.
Can you ski? Meng Chengmao held her in his arms and whispered.
No, Sheng Yiman is a southerner. If he hadn't come here to work, he probably hadn't even seen snow, how would he be able to ski.
Meng Chengmao took her directly to ski. Most of the time, Meng Chengmao taught her. He spent very little time skiing by himself. After skiing, on the way back, Sheng Yiman saw Fang Qing holding a man on his arm. She walked towards him with her hand. She also knew the man. He was Meng Chengmao's good friend, He Jun. Meng Chengmao had a good time with him, but wasn't he married? Sheng Yi was puzzled.
He Jun and the others naturally saw Meng Chengmao. He walked over quickly and called out: Brother Meng.
Meng Chengmao naturally knew the doubts in Sheng Yiman's heart. He glanced at He Jun, and Fang Qing was held in his arms. The relationship between the two was self-evident, but Meng Chengmao never cared about other people's private affairs, and never cared about other people's private affairs. He didn't interfere in other people's affairs, so he just hummed lightly.
Sheng Yiman was standing next to her, her eyes always fixed on Fang Qing. She had many questions to ask her and many things to say to her, but she also knew that this was not the place to talk, so she chose to suppress the doubts in her heart first.
Fang Qing had been leaning on He Jun's body, which was very different from usual. He lowered his eyes and couldn't see clearly what she was thinking.
Sheng Yiman! He Jun suddenly shouted to her, startling Sheng Yiman. Sheng Yiman shifted her gaze from Fang Qing to He Jun and nodded to him. In fact, she had never interacted with this person. If it weren't for Yu Chengmao or Sheng Yiman didn't even know this person. After all, people in their circle were beyond her reach.
You must be Sheng Yiman. He Jun looked at her with a hint of scrutiny and excitement.
I am, do you... know me? Sheng Yiman was sure that he had never dealt with this person before, and today was the first day they met, but he just didn't know why he knew about her, and he looked at her as if he had been admiring her for a long time.
You don’t know me, but I know you, Sheng Yiman, you are our brother Meng’s favorite, you are the best among so many women, He Jun said without hesitation.
When Sheng Yiman heard what he said, he looked at Meng Chengmao and thought to himself: What kind of Jiaojiao do you mean by being outstanding? Meng Chengmao's expression was the same, but his eyes were slightly narrowed with danger. He Jun on the side did not know that the danger was coming, and kept talking to Sheng Yiman.
He Jun, why are you so fussy? Meng Chengmao's abrupt words interrupted He Jun.
Brother Meng, if we still have something to do, we’ll leave first. With that said, He Jun took Fang Qing and left in despair. It’s a joke. If he stays here, I’m sure Brother Meng will kill him. He hugged Fang Qing’s Qianchong Shengyi smiled and waved his hand, saying: Let’s talk when we have time.
It looks familiar.
Let's go. Meng Chengmao ignored He Jun and led Sheng Yiman away.
How is your heart...and your head? Sheng Yiman raised his head, curled his lips and looked at Men Chengmao with visible joy. When he heard He Jun say this, he was still surprised that she would be so important to Men Chengmao.
Meng Chengmao's eyes were calm and he just said: It's getting late, I'll take you back.
Sheng Yiman was startled, and the joy in her eyes dimmed for a moment, but she didn't give up and grabbed Meng Chengmao's sleeve.
He stopped, looked at her, and asked: What's wrong?
Sheng Yiman wanted to say: Don't you want to explain? But when I think about it again, I feel that there is nothing to explain. Maybe He Jun is joking about her. They are friends. Friends must pick up some things that others like to hear in front of women, which is easy to match. Moreover, Meng Chengmao is that kind of person. Someone who talks about personal matters in front of friends? It's obviously impossible, not to mention it's about her.
Sheng Yiman felt relieved after thinking this. She let go of his cuffs, shook her head and said: It's nothing, but her mood was still obviously low.
Meng Chengmao hugged her and whispered: What are you thinking about?
Sheng Yiman was peacefully in his arms, with her lowered eyes wondering what she was thinking, she remained silent.
Meng Chengmao lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, and then said with a smile: Don't mind what He Jun said.
What words? Sheng Yiman raised his head and asked deliberately.
Angry?
Mr. Yu really underestimated me. As the best among Mr. Yu's women, I still have this understanding, Sheng Yiman said sarcastically.
Meng Chengmao's face darkened, and he grabbed her hand and went upstairs, walking in a hurry, not caring whether Sheng Yiman could keep up.
what are you doing!
Sheng Yiman followed him almost at a trot. She didn't understand what happened to him. Suddenly, she tried hard to open his hand. Meng Chengmao was holding her wrist, which made her hand hurt. .
After stumbling, I finally returned to the room.
Meng Chengmao opened the room, clicked his foot, slammed the door shut, pressed Sheng Yiman's shoulders and said: What understanding? If you have any insight, let me hear it.
Well-behaved, smart, law-abiding, obedient, not noisy, contented, beautiful and generous, not thinking about what she shouldn't think... Sheng Yiman's eyes turned red as she spoke. She lowered her head and bit her lip and stopped talking. She would cry if she kept talking, because she felt This is not her, she is not like this, she is more like his mistress or underground lover.
Meng Chengmao laughed out loud. He lifted her chin with his index finger and repeated her words word for word: well-behaved, smart, law-abiding, obedient, not noisy, content, beautiful, generous, and don't think about what you shouldn't think...
He recalled this sentence with approval in his tone: Well, that's a good summary, and then continued: So are you jealous, Manman?
How dare I have such courage? I am just a nobody following Mr. Yu. Jealousy is too far away for me. Sheng Yiman sniffed and tried to show his strength.
I'll give you the courage, do you want it? Meng Chengmao's voice was soft, and it fell in Sheng Yiman's heart like a million-strong promise.
Sheng Yi raised his head slowly and looked at him.
Men Chengmao inserted his hands into Sheng Yiman's hair. His cold hands pressed against the flesh, stimulating Sheng Yiman's nerves. Sheng Yiman didn't know where the anger came from at that time, so he suddenly stepped forward and bit Men Chengmao. She held her mouth, only to hear him grunt, but he didn't push her away, letting her bite her. Sheng Yiman didn't let him go until his lips broke, and said viciously: It's easy to make a promise, but hard to take it back. Meng Chengmao remember what you said today.
