When I think about it, that person is sleeping in the next room, living under the same roof as her. He never knows when he will sneak in again, and maybe he will sneak into her bed and sleep with her. What's more, his hands and feet are not old yet. Do something gangster - she won't be able to sleep!
After thinking about it, she sat up suddenly, got out of bed and locked the door!
It doesn’t matter where he goes to sleep, it doesn’t matter if he has a quilt covering him, it doesn’t matter if he gets sick from the cold!
Let this kind of psychosis fend for itself!
In the guest room next to the wall, Wen Zhan opened the door and looked at the bare mattress in front of him, his handsome eyebrows suddenly tightened.
If it were summer, I could survive for just one night.
But now it is the cold winter of March 9th.
Turning back to the master bedroom, he stretched out his hand to turn the door handle and found that it was locked.
"Qingqing... bring me a blanket." He knocked on the door and begged.
Mu Wanqing had turned off the light and lay down again. After hearing this, she said directly: "No, if you feel cold, just go home."
"I don't have a car."
"That's your business."
Don’t you know how to take a taxi if you don’t have a car? Or ask your family driver to pick you up.
Wen Zhan was extremely depressed and was torn between leaving in despair or calling the driver to deliver the quilt.
After some struggle, I felt that both of these approaches were a bit embarrassing.
Isn't it just for one night? Turning on the air conditioner shouldn't freeze people to death, right?
The wool coat he was wearing could also be used as a quilt.
After making up his mind, he returned to the guest bedroom, turned on the air conditioner to let the room temperature rise first, and then went to wash up.
When I came back from a hot shower, the room was indeed warm.
But the woolen coat wasn't enough for his height, and his feet were still cold outside.
He shamelessly knocked on the master bedroom door again, "At least give me a blanket. I am the father of your child after all, and you are so cruel and heartless?"
Mu Wanqing was indeed ruthless.
But she could see that this man had no intention of leaving, and if she didn't satisfy him, she wouldn't be able to sleep that night!
There was indeed a bed blanket in the closet. She got up angrily, took the blanket, opened the door and stuffed it into the man's arms.
"Stop knocking on the door again, or I will call the police and report that someone has broken into the house!" Mu Wanqing stuffed the blanket to him, and without waiting for him to say a word, she slammed the door again.
Wen Zhan hugged the blanket and faced the cold door. He sighed helplessly and turned back to the guest room.
That night, neither of the two people, separated by a wall, slept well.
Wen Zhan was freezing.
Mu Wanqing was annoyed.
When the alarm clock on her phone rang in the morning, Mu Wanqing patted her sleepy and heavy head and got up in a daze.
She opened the door, raised her eyes, and immediately saw an enlarged and handsome face in front of her. She gasped in fright and instinctively leaned back, but she still did not escape the man's sneak attack.
Wen Zhan succeeded in stealing the fragrance, and greeted him with a smile on his handsome face: "Good morning."
Mu Wanqing covered her mouth, wiped it hard, and cursed rudely: "Why haven't you gotten out yet!"
"I just got up, and as soon as I walked over I heard the sound of you turning the doorknob." Wen Zhan was still good-tempered, and explained in a pleasant manner, raising his stylish eyebrows slightly, "Isn't there a tacit understanding?"
Mu Wanqing sneered, "I don't know if there is a tacit understanding, but you are very greasy, your words and deeds are not consistent with your identity, and you are not afraid of ridicule!"
She was provocative in every word, but fortunately Wen Zhan was used to her attitude towards him, so he secretly pursed his lips and endured it, not to be the same as her.
Seeing him turn around and go outside to wash up, Mu Wanqing followed him and stretched out his hand: "Bring the key!"
Wen Zhan looked back at her and said, "No."
"Really? Then I will move today and go back to the studio to sleep."
"..." The man had no choice but to take out the door key and hand it to her.
"Only this one?"
"I just got the key yesterday. I wanted to get a few more keys, but I didn't have time."
Mu Wanqing chose to believe his words for the time being, turned around and left.
The man came out after washing up, looked at the woman who was busy in the kitchen, and continued cheekily: "I drank some wine last night and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. Let's make some porridge."
"..." Mu Wanqing's heart was racing with ten thousand grass and mud horses, and she just wanted to hit him to death with a spatula.
How on earth could he be so shameless? It's even more frustrating than a ghost trying to hit a wall!
Turning around, she looked at the man, her face expressionless in the morning light: "Wen Zhan, if you think that me moving out means you can flirt with him casually, you are totally wrong."
She spoke in an extremely serious and cold tone, and without waiting for the man to respond, she added: "From today on, if you come in uninvited and stalk me through any method again, I will leave Chongcheng and never come back."
The gentle look on Wen Zhan's face disappeared in an instant.
The atmosphere between the two became completely silent, causing the air in the room to drop several degrees, making people shiver from the cold.
Mu Wanqing looked at his solemn face, and to be honest, she felt a little nervous.
But if I didn't say it so harshly and didn't offend him completely, there would be many more ambiguous relationships like this in the future.
There was silence between the two of them for a while. Mu Wanqing swallowed and secretly summoned up the courage to look up at him and said, "Speaking of this, why aren't you leaving?"
Wen Zhan pulled his lips and smiled coldly.
Mu Wanqing suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis when she saw his smile - as expected, the smile on his face had not yet settled, and instead of turning around and leaving, he straightened his body and walked closer to her with a long leg.
The alarm bells blared in her head, and she stepped back repeatedly, saying in a panic: "Wen Zhan! You... what are you going to do! Ah... let go! What are you doing!"
The man stepped forward, grabbed her directly, and trapped her in his arms with great strength.
Mu Wanqing couldn't help but retreat, but she still couldn't stop his overbearing attack, until he pushed her against the sink.
"Wen Zhan, believe it or not, I'm going to take a kitchen knife!" The woman was forced to have no way out and impulsively issued a danger warning.
Wen Zhan looked at her condescendingly, with the same cold and intimidating sneer, "Isn't it a loss of blood to sacrifice your future life for a gangster and scum like me?"
"..." Mu Wanqing was so angry that she was trembling all over and speechless.
The most humble person is invincible.
She finally understood this extremely vicious sentence.
"I never understand, what heinous thing did I do to make you hate me so much? I, Wen Zhan, am also a reputable person. Looking at the whole Chongcheng, who doesn't give me some face? Why is it you? Make me worthless. But don’t you understand a man’s hunting mentality? The more aggressive you are, the harder it is to deal with, the more I want to conquer you! I want to crush your pride and grind it into ashes! I want to I want you to surrender obediently to me and don’t dare to disobey me!"
Mu Wanqing was so angry that her blood surged when she heard what he said. She was so angry that she slapped him in the face without hesitation: "You are a pervert! A psycho! I have never seen you before." Such a graceless, shameless, vicious and vicious man! Aren’t you just powerful? Who stipulates that powerful people must be liked? I hate profiteers like you who are full of copper odor! I see you It’s all so disgusting… Uh-huh—bastard!”
