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    Wan Yun¡¯s eyes were sleepy: ¡°Is this the second question I have to answer the truth?¡±

    Feng Jian paused for a moment, then doubted: "Is it because of you that Zhou Yu invested in our company?"

    "Even though I don't know how stupid he is, you always know whether your company is worth it."

    Feng Jian said nothing.

    Wan Yun closed her eyes for a while and suddenly asked: "Feng Jian, did you secretly take the quilt away from me?"

    Feng Jian silently gestured, but the woman seemed to have eyes on her back, and she turned back to look at him with a frown.

    The desk lamp is not turned off and the light is dim. It is not a good habit for men and women who share the same bed to look at each other late at night.

    This time the feeling was more intense than the first time, but the tolerance level suddenly decreased.

    Wanyun only felt pain.  Huge pain, like a lump in the throat, and it was impossible to tell whether the mixture was dryness, squeezing, coercion, or grievance.

    Feng Jian pressed on it, getting heavier and heavier, and couldn't push it away at all.  She didn't relax, and he probably felt uncomfortable, but he frowned and refused to stop, continuing to indulge in the pressure.  Wan Yun had never seen Feng Jian look like this before. The coldness he usually concealed was completely revealed, with an inexplicable hostility and an extremely tough attitude, as if nothing could stop him from his will.

    At this moment, Feng Jian stopped.

    He met her eyes and asked knowingly: "Does it hurt?"

    Involuntarily, before she even realized what to answer, the words came out of her teeth indifferently: "I'm sorry."

    There was a moment of silence.

    Feng Jian lowered his head.

    Wan Yun¡¯s slender clavicle has a shadow and depression under the light.  She frowned and turned her head under his gaze. Her long eyelashes, bridge of nose, and red lips were all astonishingly delicate and perfect outlines.  Feng Jian had known that this woman was beautiful, but other words of beauty had nothing to do with her.  Wan Yun's demeanor always revealed the ultimate indifference and boredom. Even though his fingertips were dug into the mattress and his beautiful knuckles were stretched until they turned white, he still refuses to speak softly.

    What a person Feng Jian couldn't help but close her eyes, her chest was full of anger that was difficult to vent. She had been teased in the past and had been suppressed all this time.

    If you want to go nowhere, be patient for a long time.

    He opened his mouth and bit Wan Yun's shoulder directly.

    It¡¯s not flirting, it¡¯s not a joke, it¡¯s not a punishment. That mouthful is like a scream close to your ears, sudden and unprepared, piercing all disguises and transmitting a clear pain to the brain nerves.

    "Feng Jian, are you crazy?" Wan Yun shivered in pain, almost doubting that he would lose two ounces of flesh on his shoulders.

    During her struggle, Feng Jian released her mouth expressionlessly, moved to the other shoulder, and bit down with the same force without mercy.

    It hurt so much that Wanyun couldn¡¯t even take out the air conditioning this time.

    When I was a girl, I was ignorant and fearless, and my body and skin didn¡¯t matter.  But after the car accident, not to mention He Long, Wan Yun himself began to pay attention.  She is old and refuses to suffer pain. She rarely gets any minor injuries and even forgets the feeling of scars.

    And in the long-lost huge pain, grievances and weakness surged up from all sides.  As if going back many years ago, sitting alone in a dark cabinet, Wan Yun heard him smile and say: "Very good, when she comes, we will act out the plot again."

    The other party said respectfully: "I understand, young master."

    He smiled faintly and said: "That's it. It's been long enough and it's time to end the show."

    The moment Feng Jian bit hard for the third time, he quickly pulled Wanyun out of his trance.

    She had never encountered such a dangerous and aggressive animal in her life.  Wan Yun was finally irritated at this moment. She pulled Feng Jian's short hair and managed to pull him away smoothly: "Is it over yet?"

    Feng Jian had no choice but to relent with regret.  The beauty's meat didn't feel delicious in his mouth, and at the moment he missed the black truffles for dinner even more.  Wan Yun beneath him had bright eyes and was staring at him angrily.  After such a fuss, all the bedding was swept away, and it smelled like a jade body lying around.

    Feng Jian said contemptuously: "Don't you feel no pain?"

    There is still her blood on his lips, which is bright and dazzling.  Wan Yun was filled with hatred.  At this moment, everything in my body aches and is sore.

    The medicine box for stomach medicine was still there, and Feng Jian held Wan Yun and sat on the high chair.  The fresh wound was bandaged to stop the bleeding, and the pain turned into numbness and itching, but the quack doctor kept coaxing her to relax.

    The process of getting closer was too tortuous, and Wanyun could not help but worry several times that the chair would break midway, or that the two of them would roll off the steel table.  However, when it was over, the wound on her shoulder had not cracked at all, but all the strength had been drained from her waist and legs.

    I don¡¯t know how that person did it.

    Feng Jian carried her back to bed: "Does it still hurt?"

      Repeated question, but this time the tone was much better.

    Wan Yun just recovered from the impact, but his thoughts couldn't find a starting point.  After being asked several times by Feng Jian, he still didn't want to speak. Suddenly he saw the other person's eyes widen.

    Feng Jian looked at her in silence for a while, then helped Wan Yun push away the wet hair sticking to her cheek. He hesitated for a moment, pressed his lips against her left cheek, and then moved away.

    Wan Yun frowned at his actions, very puzzled.

    Feng Jian said uncomfortably: "stop crying."

    she cried?  Wan Yun couldn't help but pursed her lips. Her vision was indeed blurry, but her heart was at a loss.  I don¡¯t know where the grievance and sadness came from, and I don¡¯t know where it disappeared.

    Feng Jian waited for a while and saw that Wanyun was still crying more and more.  He had never comforted anyone before, and his face turned dark, so he had to kiss her right cheek hastily, and then quickly backed away, as if he was gracious but reluctant.

    "Does it hurt that much?"

    Wan Yun was amused by his actions, but the liquid in her eyes couldn't stop.  She pushed Feng Jian away slightly and responded softly.

    Feng Jian finally forced her to admit it. She was slightly silent, but she didn't feel any sense of accomplishment from it.  He thought for a while and murmured: "It won't hurt later."

    Wan Yun turned her face sideways and avoided his harsh kiss: "But don't touch me all the time."

    On the morning of the second day, Wan Yun was called again by the curator.  At the fountain in the square, the curator was feeding the pigeons leisurely.

    Wan Yun said helplessly: "Do you count me working overtime today?"

    The curator said sadly: "Xiao Ke and I probably have to break up. Feng Jian's company actually has a rule that interns cannot be late. Xiao Ke said that he was ten minutes late and was scolded by his supervisor."

    Wan Yun couldn¡¯t help but remain silent.  The CEO of the strict company was still catching up on her sleep on her bed. He tried to get up after six o'clock, but finally gave up and called to ask for leave.  And she was so tortured that she didn't sleep all night, and she didn't even dare to walk quickly.

    "I thought you were tired of your little boyfriend."

    The curator nodded matter-of-factly: "I'm really tired, but depending on what he wants, it's not a problem to wait for a while before we break up. By the way, as you reminded me, the new love I've fallen in love with this time is a university teacher. She's handsome and handsome."

    Wan Yun said casually: "Very good, what subjects do you teach?"

    "Rugby." The curator suddenly noticed something was wrong with her and looked at her suspiciously. "It's strange. It's sunny today and it's not cold at all. Why do you need long clothes and long sleeves? Something's wrong."

    Before the other party was about to delve deeper, Wan Yun took a step back and explained: "I have just been infected with lupus erythematosus, and I want to ask you for leave today -"

    The seemingly clumsy curator disappeared in an instant like a crab that had just escaped from a hot pot.  Even the pack of pigeon food in his hand was thrown away casually.

    The grains scattered in mid-air, and then most of them were thrown into the fountain.  The water flow of the fountain is fierce, and the grains floating on the water surface were originally scattered in all directions, but due to many opportunities and coincidences, they gradually gathered in circles and rotated endlessly.  Eventually, they sank to the bottom of the water together.

    At this time, a snow-white dove flew down from the sky, slowly spread its wings, and landed at Wanyun's feet.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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