After the Internet was hacked, she did not talk about martial arts on variety shows

The weather was cold, Chen Congye went into the house and picked up the remote control to turn on the heater, but before pressing it, Lin Misen took it: "No need to turn it on."

She threw the remote control out, and it fell back to its original place with precision.

Chen Congye was led by her to the bed, she hooked his neck with one hand, put the other hand around the back of his head, took off the clip, her long hair was scattered, she flew the clip out——

With a click, the light went off.

In the darkness, she stood on tiptoe and caught the kiss he just dropped.

She seemed to be in a hurry, pulling his pants while kissing.

Chen Congye raised his head, grabbed her waist, threw her on the bed, and then undressed without moving his pants.

He leaned over and continued to kiss her.

"Chen Congye," she was still tugging at his trouser belt. This is a pair of slacks. The belt is extra. She didn't know it, so she didn't have the patience to pull it. "Take it off yourself."

He didn't know what she was up to.

But in this case, any man would follow her.

"Chen Congye—"

Chen Congye grabbed her hand and pressed it on top of her head. His vision was very dark, and he couldn't see her expression: "Mier," the voice was hoarse and sexy, "What are you doing?"

In her ear is her deliberately seductive voice: "Do what you have always wanted to do."

Chen Congye knew what she wanted to do, and she wanted to use this method to force him to give up on her.

"Do you know what I want?" He grabbed her hand and brought it back to his waist. "Mi'er, if I want you tonight, I will definitely marry you tomorrow. Whether you want it or not, I will marry you."

He asked: "Do you want more?" He didn't take the last step because he left her with a choice. If she still couldn't fall in love with him in the end, then he asked himself, he was reluctant to take her freedom, or would he let her go.

Lin Misen's fingertips touched his hot skin, she knew he was restraining, if she continued, he would definitely want her.

She had to admit that she couldn't fight this man.

"Mier," Chen Congye grabbed her hand back, put it on his neck, and kissed her with his head down, "don't force me in this way, I'm not as gentleman as you think."

So annoying.

Lin Misen pushed him away, sat up, feeling irritable: "Chen Congye, I want to drink."

Chen Congye turned on the bedside lamp, put on his clothes, and kissed her on the cheek: "I'll get it." In the current situation, he could only follow her.

When I got a bottle of wine, she disappeared when I came back.

Chen Congye put down the wine bottle and glass, first went to her room to look for them, but couldn't find them.He went down from the balcony, searched all the way up from the downstairs, looked all over the place, and finally "sneaked" into Lin Mizi's room, but did not find Lin Misen's figure.

She didn't take the phone with her either.

Chen Congye stood in the dark, with her back against the wall, her mind running fast, thinking about all the places she knew and where she might go.

Unexpectedly, he remembered the chain he had given her with a tracker on it.

He actually forgot.

When Shen Sirong received a call from Chen Congye, he was drunk in the office.

"What are you talking about?" After drinking, Shen Sirong spoke less than usual, "Where I am is none of your business."

He hung up the phone.

Lin Meizhi added wine to his glass, held it up, and shook it lightly: "What's wrong? Who made you so angry."

The woman's limp and boneless body leaned against him, she took a sip of the wine, a mark of lipstick was branded on the rim of the glass, and she brought the mark of lipstick to his mouth.

Shen Sirong lowered his eyes and glanced at him, a coquettish smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't tell you, do I have a cleansing habit?" He squeezed that white wrist and pushed the cup away.

Lin Meizhi knew that he was not obsessed with cleanliness, and she couldn't figure out what was going on with him. During this period of time, he clearly allowed her to come in and out of his side as 'his woman', but she couldn't even touch her.

"Shen Sirong," she put down the wine glass, resting her chin with one hand, looking deeply at him with a pair of charming fox eyes, "Do you not like me?"

Shen Sirong opened his mouth——

With a 'click', the door was opened.

The headlights were not turned on in the office, only a floor lamp was turned on. The light was light yellow next to the sofa, and the coverage area was limited, making it difficult to see the person at the door clearly.

Lin Meizhi stood up, wearing a sexy apricot suspender dress with a light yellow splash, she took two steps, and the person at the door also came in.

Shen Sirong was stunned when he saw the person coming, no wonder Chen Congye called him to ask where he was.

"Lin Misen?" Lin Meizhi was very surprised, "Why are you here?" It's late at night, looking for 'her man'?
Lin Misen put on a men's coat, pajamas inside, fluffy house slippers under his feet, messy long hair, and a cold expression.

Like a rebellious girl who ran away from home in a panic.

"I have something to ask you," she walked straight to Shen Sirong.

The two looked at each other, and Shen Sirong told Lin Meizhi to leave.

Lin Meizhi is a smart person, but she is also a woman: "Is there anything I can't listen to?"

Shen Sirong likes obedient women: "Go out, or you won't come here again."

Lin Meizhi didn't expect him to have such an attitude, her heart turned cold instantly, she bent down, took her high heels, turned her head and left.

"Please sit down," he moved to make room for the seat beside him.

Lin Misen sat on another sofa, and the desk lamp was right next to her. The light softened the coldness in her eyes a lot: "You know what my sister did, right?" She asked Chen Congye about this question. If he doesn't have an answer, even if he knows something, with his style of doing things, he will only solve it secretly.

Shen Sirong changed a glass, poured himself wine, and drank it in one gulp.She was on his left side, and he leaned sideways, leaning on the sofa to look at her, his eyes were obviously drunk, hazy, showing a bit of rare tenderness: "Let me tell you, what good can you do for me?" Not only for her, he negotiated terms with anyone.

Lin Misen knew that he was such a person: "What do you want?"

He hooked his fingers.

She hesitated for a moment, but got up and walked over.

He pulled her to sit down.

The office is located on the fifth floor, and the wind is very strong at night, making whirring noises and circulating in the corridor outside.

"Lin Misen," he was still holding her hand, and gently squeezed it. It was soft, no different from other women's hands, but Chen Congye regarded her as a treasure, so she must be like other women. Something, he was curious, "What's the difference between you?"

The smell of alcohol was mixed with a strong smell of rouge. Lin Misen didn't like the smell on him and wanted to back off.

He said, "Don't move."

She didn't move: "you tell me, what did my sister do?"

Without answering the question, Shen Sirong lowered his head and approached her with lowered eyelids, looking at her bright red mouth.

When he was about to kiss him, something sharp pierced his abdomen suddenly!

Shen Sirong stopped his movements, moved back, looked down, and saw that she was holding a small knife in her hand, and the blade pierced into his belly.

The wound was not deep, but it was bleeding.

He laughed: "Is this your attitude of begging for help?" Sure enough, it was different from other women, she was too bold.

That pocket knife looked familiar, it was bought at a shop in Huaishu Village.

"Lin Misen," he didn't stop her, but looked at her with interest, "I think you look like a person."

Hearing this, she was stunned for a moment, and pulled out the knife. Without frowning, he stretched out his hand and pinched the blade of the knife with two fingers, and there was his blood on it.

With a slight twist, he grabbed the knife, flung it out, and disappeared into the darkness.

Lin Misen showed no expression: "I should poke deeper."

"You only have one chance." He took a few tissues, wiped the blood from his hands, and said slowly, "You should know that I can take your life at any time."

Lin Misen knew, because he was the one who taught her kung fu.

"Sorry." There was no trace of guilt on her face, "I won't do it next time."

He was amused by her: "it's okay, I'll pay attention next time."

Lin Misen: "..." She got up, "It seems that I came here by mistake."

Throwing away the blood-stained paper ball, Shen Sirong raised his hand, but before he touched her, someone broke in.

In this situation, who else could it be.

Before Chen Cong Yeren arrived, his voice came first: "Shen Sirong," he walked quickly, and came to her at the same time as the latter sentence, "Don't touch her."

Shen Sirong withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air, and pointed to the blood on his abdomen: "I didn't touch her, she touched me."

"Are you injured?" Chen Congye asked Lin Misen.

Shen Sirong: "I was the one who got hurt." Are you blind?

Lin Misen said no, and then babbled: "I'll come and see him."

Chen Congye also cooperated with her: "Have you finished watching?"

"finish watching."

"Let's go then."

"Ah."

Shen Sirong: "..."