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Chapter Four

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    A buddy recently broke up with his girlfriend, and the group laughed at him and Meng Jingshu, and they broke up together if they were brothers.  As soon as they said that, it was over, and they insisted on celebrating their return to being single.  The men had nothing to do after dinner, and wanted to go to some colorful places, but Ah Qing, who broke up, was not in the mood to let him go, so he came to the old place again, drinking and playing cards.

    Someone laughed at him: "Ah Qing, don't be so sad, learn from our brother Meng. We talked for several years, and we got it right. He is still telling the world on Weibo that he is a heartless man, and so many fans call him a scumbag."  Ah, look at him, he doesn't even frown. Your house is so strict, isn't it easy now?"

    Ah Qing scolded him: "Get lost! If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

    Meng Jingshu didn't answer.

    Wei Zhanfeng poured wine for Ah Qing: "Don't be angry, Ah Qing, Lao Su is just a bitch, Lao Meng is Lao Meng, what are you looking at?"

    Meng Jingshu looked away abruptly: "Look at the scenery."

    Wei Zhanfeng was suspicious: "What kind of scenery, have you been here hundreds of times and still haven't gotten tired of seeing it?"

    Tong Hao corrected: "I have been open for one year, and you have been back to China for half a year. You definitely haven't come here hundreds of times."

    ""

    Several rounds of cards were played, and the men were a bit boring. Old Su looked at the excitement on the other side of the big glass, and suggested to go downstairs to have fun, "The girls who came today are all pretty straight."

    Meng Jingshu, who had been absent-minded all this time, suddenly stood up, stepped out of the sofa with long legs,

    "I have something to do, let's go first."

    After he left, Old Su asked: "Old Wei, are you so busy at Shufeng?"

    Considering that Meng Jingshu was so cold and just broke up, Lao Su really couldn't think of anything other than work in the middle of the night, leaving so suddenly.

    Wei Zhanfeng pushed his glasses: "It's probably a private matter."

    Meng Jingshu sat down on his own initiative, and the waiter came over with three glasses of drinks. The two men were the same wine, with a few pieces of ice floating around, without decoration.  In front of Jiang Ying was a glass of orange juice.

    Jiang Ying: ""

    The plane raised its eyebrows: "Mr. Meng knows this beauty?"

    Meng Jingshu nodded: "Well, together."

    Jiang Ying twitched the corner of his mouth.

    The plane's head was stunned, and it looked at them with some sarcasm: "Mr. Meng's taste has changed, no wonder."

    Of course Jiang Ying could understand what he was talking about, and felt a little thorny in her heart.

    She stared at the nose of the plane and smiled: "Come out to play." She pointed to his left hand with her chin, "Didn't Mr. Hong just take off the ring for a change of taste?"

    The man suddenly looked back at his hand. At the base of his ring finger, there was a circle of whitish marks.

    He heheed twice in embarrassment, and put his hands under the table: "This beauty is really interesting, Mr. Meng has a good eye."

    Meng Jingshu glanced at Jiang Ying, a little surprised, but he didn't show it. Instead, he chatted with Mr. Hong casually, as if he didn't hear the cynicism just now.

    Mr. Hong couldn't sit still, so he quickly found an excuse to leave.  Meng Jingshu got up to say goodbye to him. Just then, Mr. Hong's friend came to him. It was a hot girl in a tight skirt. When he saw Meng Jingshu, he couldn't move his eyes.

    The three of them were standing and talking, Jiang Ying felt that the air was blocked by them, her breathing was not smooth, and she was very annoyed.

    Meng Jingshu is too much.

    She didn't know what was wrong with him and Fu Xuan, but she could tell that he wanted to break up a long time ago.  When he turned off the phone that night, he looked contemptuous, deliberately letting Fu Xuan know that he didn't return at night.

    I slept with her only after we broke up.

    He used this incident as a fuse.

    He used her.

    It also brought her bad luck for a whole week.

    Now I have to bother her!

    He also deliberately ordered a glass of orange juice to laugh at her!

    Who the hell wants to come to the bar for orange juice?  ?  !

    She was upset and irritable, so she took a sip of lemonade, feeling bland.  In a fit of anger, she picked up Meng Jingshu's glass of wine and drank it down.

    ""

    His face burned up, the scene in front of him shook for a while, and then again, and then it seemed to be floating on the water all the time.

    Before Jiang Ying's consciousness was washed away, there was only one thought in his mind: Meng Jingshu wanted to murder the aircraft head, right?

    It only took a minute or two to say hello and get to know each other. When they left, Meng Jingshu was thinking about what to say to Jiang Ying, and when he turned around, he was stunned.

    His wine glass was empty, and Jiang Ying's eyes became straight.

    "Have you drank all?"

    With the facts in sight, Meng Jingshu still?? started to move, but seemed very quiet, sleeping like a well-behaved pork neck under the howling hot wind.

    And Meng Jingshu's eyebrows tightened even more.

    Why is it still so wet after blowing for almost five minutes?  He usually can do it with just a few dials.

    He turned off the hair dryer and thought about the area and evaporation.  In the end, he decided to put Jiang Ying's head on his lap and blow it again, and it really worked.

    The black hair hung on the man's legs, gradually changing from locks to strands.  Jiang Ying, on the other hand, was stunned and finally woke up from the torment.

    At first she didn't open her eyes, but she just felt uncomfortable, twisting her neck and rubbing back and forth.  Not sober, she couldn't figure out why the pillow was so hard, and even grabbed a couple of it with her hands.

    Meng Jingshu couldn't bear it anymore, put aside the blower, and pinched her shoulder to straighten it up.  The woman's shoulders were slender and delicate, and a corner of the bathrobe slipped off. Meng Jingshu licked his teeth and pulled it off for her.

    The dull drunk finally found out that there was another person next to the bed, and when he opened his eyes, he poked out, wanting to scold him and tell him that it was wrong to pinch someone so roughly.

    Throwing out his fierce eyes, he happened to meet Meng Jingshu for a while, his eyes were downcast with deep pupils.

    Look at each other.

    Steel bars versus iron plates, whoever blinks loses.

    But Jiang Ying's attention was not on playing hard, she was hit by the face in her sight.  This distance and this angle made her mind go blank for a moment, almost out of focus, and she forgot what she wanted to curse just now.

    Meng Jingshu's original intention was to criticize her a few words and let her know that she should not make random conversations and drink.  But when he saw the girl's eyes slowly becoming blurred, he knew he was wrong.

    There are interactive confrontations between men and women that only heat the air.

    He cleared his throat: "Turn around and dry the hair at the back."

    As expected, she was still drunk, she said "oh", and turned around obediently.

    Her hair is thick and soft, and she dried her hair absent-mindedly. After the blower was turned off, the inextricably soft touch was still entangled in her hands.  Meng Jingshu was in a daze for a moment before remembering that the bed she was sleeping on had been wet by her hair just now.

    Meng Jingshu told her: "Your bed is wet."

    He started to play illegal videos in his mind.

    Jiang Ying sat up, not quite understanding what he meant.

    Meng Jingshu stared at her confused little face, grabbed her hand, and pressed the wet sheet.

    She withdrew her hand as soon as she touched it, and looked at him with a bit of a temper, silently expressing her dissatisfaction.

    Meng Jingshu: "Do you still sleep in this bed?"

    Jiang Ying shook her head.

    Meng Jingshu raised his chin: "Where do you sleep?"

    Jiang Ying looked at the big bed, and then at his own, which was a small one.  She nodded immediately.

    The man looked at her quietly: "You said it yourself."

    The drunk was unaware.

    The two moved to the big bed, Jiang Ying got under the quilt, Meng Jingshu glanced at her, lifted the quilt, and lay down too.  With half of his body propped up, he passed Jiang Ying to turn off the light.

    Half of Jiang Ying's face was covered by his shadow, half-lit, half-obscured, his face was delicate, but unreal.  She said the first words after waking up very softly.

    "long time no see."

    Meng Jing book a meal.

    In the shadows, Jiang Ying was looking at him with a plain face and clean black eyes.

    Just like dreaming.

    He rolled his Adam's apple, turned off the lights, and the quilt in the room was completely dark.

    He searched for the person who was warm and close to the bed, and his voice suddenly became hoarse.

    "You have to remember tomorrow, you recruited me first."

    Wei Zhanfeng once mocked Meng Jingshu sourly, saying that he was cold-hearted.  Far from it.  At his age and physical strength, his needs are normal. A few months ago, the frequency of his venting energy was also very scientific and healthy.

    Sex | For him, love is the impulse at the time, the pleasure of the moment, after the end, it is just like that, there is nothing to think about all the time.  Therefore, he secretly despises Wei Zhanfeng and the others, whose brain and dick are always in a state of functioning.  Think of them like middle school students who have never seen a woman.

    But tonight, it seemed that his cognition was overturned.

    Drunk Jiang Ying was exceptionally enthusiastic, with a slender body that was incredibly soft.  People in his arms are like a flowing hot spring.

    Alcohol made her frank, and her body's reaction was quite straightforward.  The sweet vibrato leaked from his throat, Meng Jingshu heard it, and his whole body was numb.

    I don't know which part pokes his excitement, he is insatiable.

    The bright moon is in the sky, reflecting the lingering in this room.

    The night is not over yet, he has already begun to reminisce.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??(Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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