The more Meng Yingning looked at it, the more he felt that this Chery QQ was satisfying.

Fluorescent green looks fresh and literary. Chen Wang is originally a gloomy and cold personality. He can drive a more colorful car and neutralize his unpleasant temperament.

The most important thing is that she is small and delicate. Meng Yingning imagined Chen Wang driving the car through the streets and alleys of the imperial capital, stopping at the door of her company to pick her up from get off work. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Chen Wang looked at her condescendingly with no expression on his face.

Meng Yingning had curved eyebrows and eyes, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, smiling like a kitten that had stole the fishy fish: "It's quite right for you, the contrast is cute."

Chen Wang snorted and laughed, raised his hand and knocked her head: "Let's go."

Meng Yingning raised her head: "Huh."

The man turned around and walked towards the door. His back looked wide shoulders and narrow waists and long legs. He leaned over and raised his hand to get the car keys thrown on the table. The back muscles wrapped in his shirt stretched out the vague muscle lines of the outline.

It makes people's hands feel itchy.

Meng Yingning jumped off the sofa: "Are you leaving now?"

Chen Wang flirted with his eyes: "Or otherwise?"

Meng Yingning's second bedroom was converted into a study room by her, and there was no extra bed to sleep with him.

Moreover, it was a very serious question, but Meng Yingning didn't know why he asked her so inversely, as if she had something else to mean.

Although she does have it, it's so late, she can sleep on the sofa without sleeping in bed...

Meng Yingning said "Oh", followed him to the entrance door, leaning against the shoe cabinet and looking up at him: "Then do you have any arrangements tomorrow?"

Chen Wang paused, said "Yeah", and said indifferently: "Something is wrong."

Meng Yingning blinked, reacted, and didn't ask much, just nodded and said, "I just happened to be a little busy, and I've worked too much recently."

Meng Yingning sighed: "I have to save money to buy a car for you."

Chen Wang smiled.

The little girl is careless and does not pay attention to anything, but sometimes she is unexpectedly sensitive.

Chen Wang lowered his eyes, looked at the small whirlwind on her head, and suddenly said, "I'll go to the orphanage tomorrow."

Meng Yingning didn't expect that he would suddenly explain this to her, and she was a little unresponsive.

"Do you want to go?" Chen Wang asked.

Meng Yingning was stunned: "Am I?"

Chen Wang raised his eyebrows: "There are others in this room?"

"Oh," Meng Yingning said obediently, "Then go."

She didn't ask him what he was going to do.

Chen Wang looked at her for a while and suddenly felt the urge to hug her.

Chen Wang looked away, turned around and raised his hand to open the door: "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Oh," Meng Yingning called him, Chen Wang paused and turned around.

"Um?"

Meng Yingning stood up and walked over, stood in front of him, waved to him, and said mysteriously: "Let's be lower."

Chen Wang lowered his head.

Meng Yingning was not particularly satisfied and frowned: "Lower."

Chen Wang leaned forward and came forward.

Meng Yingning raised his hand, wrapped his hands around his neck, turned his head, and gently kissed his face with his soft lips, as if he was a dragonfly.

He had a nice smell of shower gel, which was hers, and the faint sweet fragrance made him look gentle and soft.

Meng Yingning lowered her eyelashes embarrassedly and whispered in his ear: "This is a good night kiss."

The little girl's voice is soft.

After such intimacy before, her kiss, which seemed to be touchless, seemed a bit insignificant, pure and clean, without any desires, could be ignored.

But it makes people feel soft.

More moving than desire burns.

It was quite late when Chen Wang arrived home. The old community was dark early. Every household was cut into small blocks in the night. The residential buildings were pitch black. Occasionally, a few lights were lit up, which divided the bright color blocks from the surrounding darkness.

The car key was thrown on the table, and the phone started to shake in its pocket.

Chen Wang took out and looked at the caller ID and answered: "Yes."

"Chen Wang, please have some face. I thought you really found a girlfriend, but you were the ones who lie to me?" As soon as I picked it up, Lin Heran said with a scattered look, "Give your wife back, please take a break, my wife is still Marilyn Monroe!"

He said a long line, but Chen Wang didn't understand a single word. He took his cell phone into the kitchen with one hand and opened the refrigerator door. He pulled out the beer, hooked his index finger, turned around and kicked the refrigerator door and walked out: "Have you been down by Tang Cheng?"

"I was beaten by the way, I'm very disappointed with you. Chen Wang, I've been alone for almost thirty years and I'm quite delusional," Lin Heran said, feeling a little pitiful and said sympathetically, "It's okay, Old Chen, my wife will have in the future."

Chen Wang said in his heart: Idiot.

He walked back to the living room with beer and sat on the sofa: "How is it."

"This fat sea is called Huang Jianhua, forty-two. She divorced his wife a few years ago, but she still lives together. She has a son in her teenage years. She used to drive at the logistics distribution station. She was said to have been in a difficult position. She suddenly got better in the past two years. It should have been at that time when she followed Tang Cheng, and she probably did a lot of dirty things," Lin Heran said, "Every month, she has been paying for her wife and children, and the amount is quite large, and she is a good family."

Chen Wang didn't say anything.

"When I went there today, there was no one in his house. It was all told by my neighbors. I'll go there again tomorrow morning." Lin Heran continued.

"Go later." Chen Wang said indifferently.

Lin Heran didn't understand: "Hmm?"

"Don't he have a son?" Chen Wang said.

"Yes, it seems like this is the first year of the Chinese New Year."

Chen Wang leaned over and put the empty beer can on the coffee table. The can hit the glass surface and made a very slight sound: "Avoid it, the child did nothing wrong. He was only in his teens and had no father. If he knew what his father did, it would be a big blow."

There is no way to choose your own origins, nor can you choose your own parents.

What does the mistake a father makes have to do with his children? At the age of a teenager, he is still ignorantly exploring the world and establishing values. It goes without saying what impact this cruel fact will have.

It must not be positive.

My father is a criminal.

I am the son of a bad guy.

Lin Heran was silent for a long time before speaking slowly: "Okay."

He cleared his throat: "I understand, Team Chen."

Chen Wang laughed and said lazily: "Don't, am I a vagrant without jobs?"

"Yes, I'm the fucking team Lin now," Lin Heran reacted and sighed again, his voice lowered, "Oh, sometimes you are really a person..."

If you don’t accept it, you won’t be able to do it.

It seems that even the blood is cold, but it also has a vast righteous spirit and almost undetectable tenderness.

When Meng Yingning received the call from Chen Wang, the person was still buried in the quilt. The weather turned cold in autumn. It rained last night, and the temperature was washed down again.

The heating day is not yet here. When I wake up in the morning, the world outside the bed makes people feel a little reluctant to touch it.

She was wrapped in a thick quilt, only one of her head was exposed. As the phone at the bedside kept shaking, she slowly stretched out half of the white arms like lotus roots from the quilt, groped and grabbed the phone, and then took it back into the quilt.

"Hey..." Her voice was sleepy and sleepy.

"Get up." The man said ruthlessly.

Meng Yingning narrowed her eyes and opened it a little, picked up her phone and took a look at the time, at 7 o'clock.

After a weekend of hard work, Meng Yingning didn't know why he had to start at 7 o'clock.

She put her phone in her ear again, hummed twice, and said stickyly: "It's only seven o'clock..."

Chen Wang was very quiet: "Didn't you say you wanted to go with me?"

"But you didn't say it would be so early." Meng Yingning said unhappily.

"I'm downstairs of your house," Meng Yingning heard the sound of the car door closing on the other end of the phone, and then the doorbell in the entrance hall began to jingle, "Open the door."

Meng Yingning curled her lips, hung up the phone and yawned, and her head finally poked out of the quilt. It was a little cold, and she retracted back to the quilt.

The doorbell rang again.

Meng Yingning began to regret it and shouldn't have been with him yesterday.

Compared to sleeping until you wake up naturally on weekends, this thing from my boyfriend is worthless.

She climbed out of the bed reluctantly, grabbed the small coral velvet blanket piled on the sofa in the corner of the bed and draped it on her body. She walked to the door and picked up the phone and pressed the lock. She opened the security door again, and stood at the door with her eyes closed.

After a while, the elevator dinged. Meng Yingning opened his eyes and saw Chen Wang coming in. He turned his hand and closed the door, and turned his head.

The little girl wore a lotus pink suspender cotton nightgown, and a pink coral velvet blanket draped over her shoulders. Her neck was winding downwards with a white chest, and her round and soft curve was hidden on the edge of her pajamas.

My face was rosy, my almond eyes were moist, and I felt a little sleepy, and my eyes were a little red.
To be continued...