When Chen Ming saw Meng Chengmao, he was so frightened that he could not speak clearly.
Meng Chengmao stepped forward and kicked him to the ground, then picked him up from the ground and asked indifferently: "You like being a master, don't you?"
He looked at Chen Ming with contempt in his eyes, as if he were looking at a dying ant.
At this time, Chen Ming was already trembling with fear. He was hesitating and couldn't even speak clearly. He trembled and said: Mr. Yu...Mr.
Meng Chengmao pushed casually with his hand, as if he was discarding something dirty. Chen Ming lost his balance and fell to the ground. Where was the arrogance he had just now, only embarrassment remained.
Get lost, Meng Chengmao said.
Chen Ming stood up from the ground and ran away.
Fang Qing, are you okay? Sheng Yiman asked looking at Fang Qing's red and swollen cheeks.
Fang Qing shook his head and said with some guilt: If it weren't for me, that guy Chen Ming wouldn't do this to you...
It's okay. Isn't it okay now? Sheng Yiman comforted.
Fang Qing looked at Men Chengmao who was standing not far away, and said to Sheng Yiman very discerningly: Then I will go home first, please help me thank Mr. Men, and after saying that, Fang Qing left. To be honest , she did not dare to stand on the same land as Meng Chengmao, always feeling a chill down her spine.
Seeing that Fang Qing had left, Sheng Yiman walked up to Men Chengmao. Before he could speak, Men Chengmao held him tightly in his arms.
The grievances she had felt disappeared without a trace at this moment, and she asked in a muffled voice: Why are you here?
Passing by, does it count? He whispered back.
It doesn’t count! Sheng Yiman hugged his waist tightly, his tone was crying.
Did he hit you? Meng Chengmao suddenly raised Sheng Yiman's words.
No, after saying that, Sheng Yiman buried her head in his arms again. She liked his arms. Her arms were like her turtle shells, sheltering her from wind, rain and sunshine.
scared? Meng Chengmao stroked her head and said.
Sheng Yiman didn't answer, just hugged his waist tightly and didn't let go.
Meng Chengmao let her hold him. After a while, he hugged Sheng Yiman and drove her back to the rose garden.
When Sheng Yiman raised his head again, everything familiar came into view again. The rose garden was still the same as when she was there, and it had not changed at all.
Sheng Yiman stopped and didn't move, but Meng Chengmao came over and took her hand and led her in together.
I have been waiting for your return here, Meng Chengmao hugged her and said.
Sheng Yiman didn't speak. Her eyes fell on every part of the room, like someone who came here for the first time, but it was obvious that she was more familiar with this place than anyone else.
Manman, Meng Chengmao whispered to her, his voice was bewitching, just like the human heart, falling to the apex of the heart.
Sheng Yiman's eyes turned red instantly, she raised her eyes to look at him, her throat tightened, and she stood on tiptoes to kiss him.
Meng Chengmao held her waist and dragged her hips. Sheng Yiman's whole body seemed to be hanging on him.
Meng Chengmao, she murmured, she didn't know when she started, she always liked to call his name, like a lost person looking for direction, and he was her direction.
Well, I'm here.
Will you always be there? Sheng Yiman leaned on his shoulder and said that she couldn't imagine what she would have done if it hadn't been for him just now.
You can do it if you think about it, he said softly against her earlobe.
Full?
Seeing that the person on his body was motionless, Meng Chengmao called out softly. It wasn't until he heard the even breathing that Meng Chengmao realized that the person in his arms was asleep.
He held her with a smile on his face. He carefully put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. She was tired from crying, and there were still two tear stains on her face, making her look more and more pitiful.
The little girl didn't apply any makeup on her face. There was a tiny amount of fuzz on her face that could be seen. Her frowned brows were slightly pursed, and her trembling eyelashes were like a smart elf. Did you dream of something? She couldn't even sleep well, Meng Chengmao thought, looking at her with deep eyes.
Sheng Yiman really didn't sleep well this time. She only felt that there was a strong force in her mind trying to push her away. She also dreamed about Meng Chengmao. She dreamed that he didn't want her anymore and was tired of playing with her. Look. Her eyes looked like an extremely disgusting one. She was scared, very scared. She dreamed of being in the rose garden when she was in college and hearing what he said to the old lady, "Grandma, it's just for fun. Don't take it seriously." Contemptuous and completely indifferent, Sheng Yi never expected what cruel words he would say to her in the future, so they broke up.
Unexpectedly, she dreamed about it this time. She woke up instantly. When she woke up, she was soaked. She was sleeping next to her with Chengmao. Seeing that she woke up, she quickly hugged her and said: Are you having a nightmare?
Her eyes were still dull and out of focus, and she seemed unable to tell whether this was a dream or reality. She just felt extremely tired.
Meng Chengmao, she murmured. Only by calling this name could her heart be completely settled.
While I was here, Meng Chengmao patted her back gently, trying to help her reduce her fear.
After hearing the response, her eyes slowly became focused, and she raised her hands to hug his body. She felt that it was real and not virtual. Sheng Yiman gradually breathed a sigh of relief, and her body softened and she buried her head in his arms. Inside, like a crawling snail, she wanted to stay in his broad and warm embrace forever.
Do you feel better? Meng Chengmao said.
Sheng Yiman didn't speak. At this time, she no longer had the arrogance towards him during the day and the thorns in her words that she often spoke against him. She was now extremely fragile.
Kiss. Sheng Yiman said dependently.
Meng Chengmao was stunned, lifted her face out of his arms, lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly.
The two of him holding her lay back on the bed again. Meng Chengmao covered her with a quilt. Sheng Yiman felt much better and fell asleep holding him again.
The night was silent as the two fell asleep hugging each other.
When she woke up early in the morning, Sheng Yiman vaguely thought she was in He Fangqing's house. It wasn't until she saw Meng Chengmao sleeping next to her that she remembered that last night was not a dream and that she had returned to the rose garden.
woke up? Meng Chengmao touched the back of her head and said.
What about petting cats? Sheng Yiman dodged his hand and said, where is the fragile and pitiful person from last night?
Meng Chengmao clicked his tongue, pulled her into his arms, and said: Are you turning your back on someone so quickly? Heartless.
Meng Chengmao, you pressed my hair!
Well, hold on.
However, Meng Chengmao finally brushed her hair away silently.
"Meng Chengmao, you hug me too tightly, I can't breathe," Sheng Yi said eagerly.
Meng Chengmao turned a deaf ear and continued to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.
Sheng Yiman squirmed in his arms and tried to get out of his arms. Unexpectedly, he was hugged even tighter. Meng Chengmao said hoarsely: "Don't move. I'm not a person who likes to endure."
In an instant, Sheng Yiman didn't dare to move, and he underestimated: Sure enough, men are all animals that think in the lower body.
At this time the phone rang, Sheng Yiman pushed Meng Chengmao and urged: Go pick it up quickly, it's so noisy.
Meng Chengmao thought for a moment and let her go for now.
Hello?
Master Yu, the old lady asked me to deliver soup to you. Are you in the rose garden? Sister Fang said.
Well, I'm in the rose garden, you can send it over. After Meng Chengmao said that, he hung up.
Meng Chengmao put down the phone and went directly to the bathroom. When he came out, Sheng Yiman slowly got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.
