The choked nonsense instantly silenced.

Meng Yingning became quiet, and all the words she had not finished were tightly blocked between her lips and teeth.

Chen Wang held her finger behind her ear, kissed her lips, and then his fingertips penetrated into his hair and rubbed gently. He hugged her in his arms and stood up against the wall with his other hand.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, held her face and raised it up, carefully touching her lips, separated, and touched again.

Chen Wang suppressed the desire to penetrate the kiss, raised his head, his voice hoarse, and sighed: "I wanted to do this for a long time."

Don't want to let go.

The taste is so good that it makes people reluctant to taste it so lightly.

The little girl's lips were soft and hot, with a strong smell of alcohol. She was completely stunned. Tears were in her eyes, looking at him blankly, her bright red lips were slightly open, and she could vaguely see the tip of the little tongue hidden inside, like a silent invitation.

Chen Wang's eyes darkened, and he restrainedly opened a little distance: "What are you thinking in your little brain every day?"

Meng Yingning's lips moved slightly, and no sound was made.

Chen Wang: "Hmm?"

Meng Yingning was still confused, looked at him in a daze, tilted her head and asked, "Did you kiss me just now?"

The faucet was a little noisy, and Chen Wang turned it off casually: "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yingning raised his hand and slapped him directly.

She drank too much wine, but her whole body was soft and she couldn't use any strength at all. However, she was because of her huge momentum and no warning. She slapped her with a crisp "pop" sound, and Chen Wang's head tilted slightly.

“…”

Chen Wang was a little confused.

Meng Yingning was held in his arms and scolded him with red eyes: "Bastard."

Chen Wang turned his head.

"This is my first kiss, it's my first kiss," Meng Yingning said heartbrokenly, "I haven't even kissed a dog before!"

Chen Wang: "..."

Meng Yingning's tongue was straight as she spoke, and she was sobbing, her body sank softly, and she began to cry again: "I haven't even kissed me!" She repeated in despair, and after that, she glared at him, "Who asked you to kiss me!"

Chen Wangkong took action, rubbed his thumb and fingertips on the corner of his lips, hugging her and slid it upwards: "Don't you want me to kiss me?"

Meng Yingning thought for a while, then honestly said: "I want to."

"I want to kiss," she said, raising her arm, hooking his neck, and touching her little head, blinking her eyes and looking at him obediently, "Then you kiss me again."

The sound is soft.

Tears were still hanging on his eyelashes, and the smell of alcohol was spraying on the corners of his lips as he breathed.

Chen Wang asked in a mute voice: "Will you still be beaten if you kiss me again?"

"I'll definitely fight." Meng Yingning looked at him seriously and said without hesitation.

Chen Wang: "..."

Meng Yingning was organized and thoughtfully: "You said you didn't want me before, but now you kissed me again. Are you a hooligan? You did such a shameless thing, how could I not hit you?"

Chen Wang listened to her words "You said you didn't want me before", and somewhere in her body seemed to be torn apart.

He held the corner of his lower lip lightly: "Well, you're right."

Meng Yingning was unyielding, blinking with wet eyes, looking at him persistently and asked, "Then why are you kissing me?"

Chen Wang lowered his eyes and looked at her: "I can't help it."

Because I feel so distressed.

The words she said, the humble words that were so humble that it was hard to hear, were like a knife carved. The ribs in her body tightened inch by inch with her words, and then tied their hearts.

At that moment, he truly felt the harm Meng Yingning suffered.

And this kind of damage is because of him.

It was caused by him.

He thought this was the best for her. Even if the two would never have any intersection from now on, he just wanted her to grow up safely, grow old, and be worried about her.

But it made her so sad.

Chen Wang sighed, then raised his finger and scraped off the tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes: "Do you want to go home?"

Meng Yingning lay on his shoulder, lazy, she was tired of crying, and her mind was heavy, because the alcohol was acting numb and her fingertips and lips were sprayed on his side neck, which was a little hot.

She nodded: "I want to sleep."

Chen Wang hugged her and walked out: "Then go home."

He turned back to the private room, took his bag and jacket, and went downstairs.

A white car was parked at the door of the bar, and the driver's seat window was lowered. Lin Heran sat inside and fiddled with the lighter.

Seeing a girl coming out in his arms, Lin Heran raised his eyebrows: "Ha, have you gone to have a romantic encounter?"

Chen Wang put Meng Yingning into the back seat of the car, and the man followed him, ignoring him.

Lin Heran came over and said with a slut: "It's her? You have to transfer my 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Soldiers to her as bodyguards?"

"Okay, Team Chen, I haven't seen my wife for several years," Lin Heran smiled, "Why is this girl blindly fond of you? I can't even imagine how boring it is to fall in love with you, without any interest."

Chen Wang ignored him and leaned over and raised his hand to lock the doors on both sides of the back seat.

Meng Yingning shrank beside her, frowned, looking uncomfortable.

Chen Wangwei asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's uncomfortable." Meng Yingning said vaguely, she started to feel disgusted now.

Chen Wang: "Do you want to vomit?"

Meng Yingning shook her head, unable to say where she felt uncomfortable, and she felt uncomfortable everywhere.

She closed her eyes, tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, and she cried quietly, whispering: "I feel uncomfortable, my hands hurt, my fingers hurt."

Chen Wang frowned.

She said so when she was drunk before.

Chen Wang lowered his head and asked her: "Why did his hands hurt?"

Meng Yingning closed her eyes and sniffed, shook her head, and stopped talking.

Chen Wang pursed his lips, carried her over, stroked her back like a child, and pulled her hand over: "Then sleep for a while and get up."

Lin Heran couldn't help looking through the rearview mirror, and saw Chen Wang lowering his eyes, patting the girl's back in his arms, pinching her fingers and thumbs and rubbing her fingers one by one, with indescribable patience.

That Chen Wang.

Lin Heran was so scared that he shivered.

"Fuck," Lin Heran couldn't help but whisper and said in a daze, "I've really seen a ghost. Are you Chen Wang? Don't you have been penetrated by Lu Zhizhou's soul."

Chen Wang looked up.

Lin Heran looked at him from the rearview mirror: "Is it really your wife?"

Chen Wang was silent for a moment and said, "No."

"Just like it," Lin Heran nodded and understood, "Then you want someone to help you watch. Isn't it better than anyone else to tie someone up and protect him?"

Chen Wang turned his head and looked out the window. Meng Yingning hummed unconsciously and uncomfortable. He raised his hand and touched her hair.

Lin Heran continued to give him bad ideas: "Look, just make this a reason, and then put it in the house, hide the charm of the golden house, which can not only be close to the water and efficiently pursue people, but also protect her. Isn't that good?"

Lin Heran was just getting excited, and there was no one in his mouth for a moment. "When you go to bed at night, you can't just sleep alone. It's so dangerous to sleep in one room by yourself. Maybe one day Tang Cheng jumped in from the window in the middle of the night."

“…”

Chen Wang didn't know if he had any water in his mind, but he felt a little moved for a moment.

Chen Wang turned his head and looked at Lin Heran from the rearview mirror: "You can just say it if you don't want your tongue."

Lin Heran: “…”

Meng Yingning was woken up by the alarm clock on her mobile phone. She rang on time at 7:30 every morning on weekdays. Every three minutes, she ordered four of them, and they rang until 7:45.

When she opened her eyes, she was confused for a while, slowly came back to her senses, and vaguely recalled what happened last night.

Basically I still remember it, but it was a little blurry when I went to the back.

The bed was lying on it, covered with a quilt, and there was no one around him.

There is no standard one-night stand scene after drinking.

Meng Yingning supported the bed with one hand, sat up, stared straight at the wall for a few minutes, then lowered her head and covered her face with one hand.

The heart was roaring, "What's going on?" "Is this really happening?" "Is it really happening?" "Is it really happening" and other barrage scenes were crazily browsed. Meng Yingning lowered her hands, looking dull and didn't know whether she was comforting herself or hypnotizing herself: "I'm so hungry that I'm dreaming."

But this spring dream is too innocent.

Just...touch?
To be continued...