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Chapter 47 Give it to him for the first time

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    Her incomprehension was regarded as hope by Mark Tingchen, the anger in his eyes grew stronger, his hands clenched into fists, then released silently, and finally slammed the door and left.

    As the car drove away from Mu's house, Wen Yan sat on the cold floor with his back against the edge of the bed, and buried his face in his knees, so that the loneliness might not be so strong

    Liu's mother came back three days later: "Yanyan, why did the young master go on a business trip during the Chinese New Year? You didn't talk about himyou can let go of your work, and leave you alone."

    Wen Yan leaned on the sofa and didn't talk, when the phone rang suddenly. It was a text message of blessing from Lin Sa, plus a red envelope for employee benefits.

    She confiscated the money, replied with a smiling face, and attached a letter of resignation. Then she put down her phone and turned her gaze back to the magazine in her hand. There will be an art exhibition in Haicheng tomorrow. She wants to go, and she has decided to go.  Come and go on a trip.

    When leaving, Wen Yan just told Mama Liu that she was going out for a while and would not be back until a few days later. Mama Liu asked her to take a rest and didn't say anything else.

    She doesn't have many clothes, just two sets, and a suitcase is enough to hold it. This time, she took almost all of her belongings.

    When she was in the car, she turned off her mobile phone. This was the first time she went out alone as she wanted. She just wanted to experience the feeling of being free to pursue what she liked, and she didn't want to be disturbed by others. Besides, Mark Tingchen would not look for her  ¡­

    It was after eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived in Haicheng. Wen Yan booked a hotel and went to sleep. When he woke up at three o'clock in the morning, he took out the magazine about the art exhibition and did a basic guide. This art exhibition has works by her favorite painters.  She decided to resign suddenly, and she also wanted to start doing what she wanted to do. Life is short, so don't be too late for everything in the end.

    After dawn, Wen Yan went directly to the art exhibition for a day, and his enthusiasm for painting was aroused again, burning like a raging fire.

    Haicheng is not like an imperial capital, it doesn¡¯t snow, the temperature is slightly higher, and the streets are very lively at night, and it¡¯s almost eleven o¡¯clock when we return to the hotel after shopping.

    Facing a closed hotel room, fatigue swept over almost instantly.

    According to the habit of many years, she still dragged her tired body to take a shower, and just lay down, there was a knock on the door suddenly, it didn't sound like a knock on the door, it seemed like someone knocked on the door.

    Wen Yan was a little scared, walked to the door and asked softly, "Who?"

    There was no movement outside the door. She took out her mobile phone and turned it on, ready to call the police at any time. What popped up on the screen were countless missed calls from Mark Tingchen.

    Wen Yan never expected that he would look for her. At a loss, she turned the phone back, but the phone rang outside the door. She was very familiar with it. It was Mark Tingchen's phone ringtone!

    She bite the bullet and opened the door, ready to face the storm, but the oncoming person was covered by Mark Tingchen's tall body, she was hugged tightly by him, and she could clearly feel him  Burning heat and weakness of the body

    "Youdo you think I can't find you?" His questioning had a sickly tone and lost the momentum of the past.

    "What's wrong with you?" Wen Yan struggled to bear his weight, and his feet were already a little unstable.

    He didn't respond, his arms gradually slipped from her and dropped.

    Wen Yan was in a panic, gritted her teeth and laboriously stroked him to the side of the bed. Every step she took, she was staggering. When she was approaching the bed, she finally lost her balance and fell on the bed with him.

    Before she could recover, Mark Tingchen leaned forward and blocked her lips, his slightly hoarse voice blended between each other's lips: "I didn't allow it, you are not allowed to go! You are not allowed to leave  My sight!"

    Wen Yan wanted to explain that he just came out to see the art exhibition to relax, but he didn't give her a chance, and the tip of his tongue swept away her voice.

    Mark Tingchen was sick, she could feel it, and it was very sick.

    His consciousness was a little fuzzy, but his body was quite 'awake'. Under his suppression, she had no ability to resist. It was not until she was about to suffocate that he moved the kiss to her neck

    She was gasping for breath and unsteady: "Mo Tingchenyou are sick, let's go to the hospitaldon't be like this"

    He ignored her, as if he couldn't hear her, he tore off the bathrobe on her body with his big hands, and eagerly tore off his own clothes with his fingers, and went straight to the point

    At that moment, Wen Yan's face was pale with pain, and his mind was in a fog. After all, he 'touched' her When he wakes up, will he think she is dirty?

    When the storm subsided, he finally fell asleep, still maintaining the posture of pressing on her.

    She felt out of breath, and her body seemed to be falling apart, especially the lower body, which didn't feel like her own.

    Wait for strengthCome on, she carefully pushed him away from her body and helped him adjust his sleeping position comfortably.

    Mo Tingchen's high fever has not subsided, Wen Yan took out the unfinished cold medicine from the suitcase, looked at him, his face was a little hot, put the medicine into his mouth, and fed it in the same way  gave him water.

    After confirming that he was swallowing, she dragged her extremely uncomfortable body to clean up the room. When she saw a smear of red on the bed sheet, she thought, yes, she woke up the night with Shen Jie three years ago  I don't feel anything. Compared with today, the difference is so stark, so nothing happened between her and Shen Jie?  It's just that I was young at the time, and I didn't understand anything?  !

    I can't tell you what it feels like, but for the first time, she gave it to Mark Tingchen

    Knowing that he is obsessed with cleanliness, Wen Yan cleaned up the blood on the bed, and waited for the air to dry before lying down to rest.

    When she woke up the next day, she opened her eyes and saw Mo Tingchen sitting on a chair not far away, smoking a cigarette. There was already a thin layer of smoke in the room, and the ashtray was half full.

    She subconsciously said: "You caught a cold, you had a fever last night, and your voice was a little hoarse, you have to stop smoking"

    It seems that every winter when he was here, they would catch colds at the same time. She was not surprised at all, but this time his cold was worse than before, probably because he was too tired from running around

    Mo Tingchen ignored it, under the refraction of the light, the expression could not be seen clearly from the side of the face, and there was a trace of sternness on the corners of his lips.

    She lowered her eyes and didn't make a sound anymore. She moved her body, and a sore feeling came over her. Thinking of last night, her face started to get hot again unconsciously That was the first time they treated each other sincerely

    After smoking a cigarette, Mark Tingchen spoke in a commanding tone: "Go back." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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