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Chapter 55 Snow Lotus Like a Little Fox

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    That person's trial period is getting closer and closer, and Bing Lan is panicking, it seems that this is planned by God, unable to resist the temptation of exchange, Bing Lan gave herself to Zeng Yuhe, she climbed on his body,  A tear flowed out unconsciously.  It was this tear that shocked Zeng Yuhe: "Why are you crying?"

    There was no answer, Binglan dripped another drop without blinking, this time from the left eye, the law of men left and women right may be a rule that a woman is always weaker than a man.  It was these few drops of cold tears that made Zeng Yuhe's heart a little bit sideways. The alluring epiphyllum, Binglan, seemed to have become an iceberg snow lotus. With the body friction rising temperature, unexpectedly  is melting.

    This is his victory, but he is already a bit reluctant to let go. He wants to pity her, and wants to take good care of this woman who is sometimes coquettish and sometimes pure. Maybe he still falls in love with her and is willing to take her as his own.

    Just like that, Zeng Yuhe kept Binglan by his side, brought it to the company, brought it home, and brought it to any occasion, in different identities.  He liked this kind of stimulation, locked the door of his mother's room, turned on the music, and put her gently on the bed.  I also enjoy parking the car in a corner that is half lit and half dark, lock the door, and play naked. When someone passes by, they stop, look at the mist on the car window, and write their name on it  .  Whenever he held her in his arms, when he was about to make out, he would say: "Binglan, you little fox, you little bastard, I'm in love with you."

    Zeng Yuhe was just talking, he didn't really fall in love with anyone, not to mention Bing Lan was just his prey, so when Bing Lan drew a dot between his and her names on the steamy car window,  When he was worried, he was afraid.  Going on, when it was time to get out, he began to pretend that he was not at home, pretending to hide from Binglan by every accident.  Binglan called outside the door, and he answered it in the bathroom: "Honey, I'm in a meeting out of town now, let me talk about anything when I come back." Binglan knocked on the door, and he turned the music to the loudest, letting her speak loudly.  He even pretended not to hear him, and he could even pretend to be his next-door neighbor in the room.

    Binglan is smart. When her principle of exchange gradually warmed into love in Zeng Yuhe's pampering, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't extricate herself.  Faced with his lies, she did not give up, and approached him differently, from noisy to quiet, from knocking on the door to guarding the stairwell.  When she waited the longest, she waited from 7:00 am to 4:00 pm. The rain outside sent cold air from the vent, and the smell of cooking could be smelled from time to time in the stairway. She was hungry, cold and  Hungry, but she didn't want to leave.  She called in the morning to tell Zeng Yuhe that she was waiting for him, and he didn't get up until four o'clock in the afternoon to see her. At that time, she had a fever, but she didn't hold grudges, because Zeng Yuhe took a piece of clothing for her to keep out the cold  .

    Bing Lan was thinking in her heart, maybe that Zeng Yuhe heart was really made of stone, and within a minute of meeting, she began to weave a reason to send her away.  Pretending to give her a little hope, she pretended to be satisfied and left. The reluctance in Binglan's eyes was once moonlight in Zeng Yuhe's eyes, but now it is white sand with teeth grinding.

    After a lot of talking and talking, there was finally a result. Zeng Yuhe's wife who appeared out of nowhere slapped her hard in front of Zeng Yuhe's face.  The woman had a haughty expression on her face, as if she hadn't fallen in love with Zeng Yuhe's Bing Lan, her bright red lips, round eyes, Bing Lan icing her hot face with the back of her hand, and secretly said in her heart: This is  Only mad foxes.

    Binglan is not a fox, Binglan is a lotus flower. It is written in the fortune-teller¡¯s mysterious fate sign that she came to this world to experience all kinds of love in the world.  .  What the mother didn't understand, the clever Binglan solved the mystery by herself, but she didn't dare to tell her because she was afraid of making her mother sad.

    She let Zeng Yuhe go, because she knew that although she loved him, he was not the one who could make her realize everything.  When she left his house, she said softly: "You deserve to be eaten by a fox!"

    She left completely, and Zeng Yuhe became her latest ex, Bing Lan could only remember him in her heart, and she would meet someone she could not predict but was destined to meet in her life.

    In the bar, Bing Lan was desperately thinking about what she had wanted, getting drunk desperately, and desperately controlling her thoughts of approaching him again as a friend. At this time, a strange man gave Bing Lan two roses.

    Drunk Binglan danced in the bar with a red rose in her mouth, shaking her skirt, a little silly.  When she left the bar, she didn't forget to take the two bright roses with her. The blood-red roses stuck between her fingers, like blooming in her palm.

    Guan Sen drove her home, the car was speeding on Binjiang Road, Bing Lan rolled down the window, stretched her hand out of the window, and turned her head to watch Rose struggling in the wind.

    She said: "If the petals of the rose are not blown by the wind, I will be friends with him.Not long after she finished speaking, the red tears in the rearview mirror were farther and farther away, crying for her lost love. When the car stopped, a rose was bald, and its pistil was like a lotus pistil.

    (No matter how smart a woman is, she can't escape love, no matter how materialistic a woman is, she will be serious, and she will never complain about what may result. She will never have nothing, and never have a fixed owner.) (Remember this website URL: www  .hlnovel.com
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