court disaster

Ye Yingning had stared at these eyes too many times, in reality and in dreams, she couldn't get rid of them.

Today's young people rarely have clear eyesight, but Lin Xingyuan is an exception. He has cherished his eyes since he was a child. When he was learning the piano, he used his ears more and less his eyes. look less.

When you are watched intently by such a pair of eyes, you will have an illusion in your heart, and you will feel that your soul will be attracted into it, and it is difficult to extricate yourself.

"It's not me, so who do you think it is?"

There was no trace of joy or anger in the man's voice, and the big hands that supported her waist seemed to tighten tightly and did not leave.

"I thought... I thought you wouldn't come, come to this kind of place..."

Ye Yingning raised her hand, covered her mouth, and yawned in an inelegant manner, not even noticing that her lipstick touched her palm.

Lin Xingyuan snorted coldly, and replied meaningfully: "You think, then why do you think so?"

Her words suddenly aroused his anger, and the arrogance and inferiority hidden in his heart suddenly surged, intertwined, churned, and gushed out!

He admitted that he had walked into a dead end and insisted on digging into a dead end. However, since the bankruptcy of the Lin family, Lin Xingyuan has really witnessed too many changes in human relationships.

In order to realize his music dream, he went abroad alone to bid farewell to his girlfriend Ye Yingning who was not recognized by his family.

What he didn't expect was that in front of money and sex, even his own biological mother couldn't be trusted!

His father, Lin Runcheng, was overwhelmed by the forced acquisition of the company by Tianchong Group, and died. But at that time, the family was not yet bankrupt, but the husband and wife were originally birds of the same forest, and they would fly separately when disaster struck, let alone a partner who had been cheating for many years.

Lin Xingyuan's mother immediately took all of the Lin family's private property that had not been frozen by the bank, and fled to Canada with her little lover, and her whereabouts have been unknown since then.

The rest of the relatives withdrew their capital and avoided seeing them. In the end, Lin Runcheng's funeral was handled hastily by the funeral company hired by his old subordinates. No one notified Lin Xingyuan who was far away in Europe during the panic.

After hearing the news, Ye Yingning hesitated again and again, but decided to hide this from Lin Xingyuan first, and let him concentrate on preparing for the international competition in a few months.

In order not to arouse his suspicion, she even went to ask Lin Runcheng's secretary for help, asking for the bank card that the Lin family used to send money to Lin Xingyuan every month, and secretly continued to send money for him, so that everything seemed to be the same.

Once upon a time, when he learned that his son, who had always been good, had found an unknown tender|model as his girlfriend, Lin Runcheng once scolded at home, saying that bitches are ruthless, actors are ruthless, and that this woman is just greedy for the Lin family's money.

However, it was precisely this "bitch" who succeeded him after his death, raised hundreds of thousands by himself, helped his son complete his studies, and won the crown of piano prince!

The past is vivid in his mind, when Lin Xingyuan thought of it, his heart ached, and he could hardly bear to look back.

At this moment, in his expression, there was sorrow mixed with sorrow, and there was also a faint trace of cruelty. Ye Yingning, whose eyes were blurred, was stunned, and his heart was inexplicably pulled.

It turned out that my drinking capacity was so poor, it was only two drinks, and I couldn't even stand still.

She laughed at herself again and again, trying to keep her body from swaying from side to side, but the high heels had become a burden at this moment, making her precarious, her legs softened, and she bumped into the chest of the man opposite!

Ye Yingning's face was buried deep in Lin Xingyuan's chest, because she was so close, she could thoroughly smell the scent from him, the faint scent of white sandalwood mixed with the smell of tobacco.

She was taken aback. He used to be not used to wearing any perfume. He always smelled of fresh mint body wash, which was very refreshing.Now, this strange smell faintly enters the nostrils, reminiscent of the old-fashioned streets of London, revealing a sense of loneliness and coldness.

"How much did you drink?"

Lin Xingyuan frowned heavily, and stretched out his hands to hold Ye Yingning's face, insisting that she look into his eyes.

She really only drank two glasses, but she was greedy for novelty and ordered a cocktail she hadn't drunk before. It tasted sour and sweet, but it had a lot of stamina.In addition, I ate very little dinner and my stomach was empty, so it was inevitable that I would feel light-headed and drunk at the moment.

"Two, two cups..."

Ye Yingning narrowed her eyes slightly, blinking her eyelashes from time to time, trying to see him clearly, but the eyes looked extremely charming, as if she was seducing a man.

Moisturized by alcohol, her lips became more delicate and plump. Between opening and closing, there was a faint sweet fragrance, which made people want to kiss their fragrance and drink honey.

It's just that Ye Yingning is confused, Lin Xingyuan hasn't drunk to the point of insanity, the most urgent thing is to get her out of the "style", otherwise, something may not happen.

Such a beautiful single woman, drunk in a bar, even if she is taken advantage of, no one will intervene to stop her.

In particular, good and evil are mixed here, and the influence of the boss and the guests is unclear.

"Is this all yours?"

Lin Xingyuan glanced around, saw Ye Yingning nodded, grabbed her small handbag on the bar with one hand, put his arm around her waist with the other, and walked out of the bar through the crowd.

As soon as the wind blew, the smell of alcohol dissipated, Ye Yingning's hair danced, her nose itched, and she sneezed violently.

Lin Xingyuan only had a shirt on his body, so he couldn't give it to her, so he had to hold her tighter in his arms.

Both of them drank alcohol and couldn't drive. Fortunately, there were seven or eight waiting taxis parked at the gate of "Fengfeng".

The driver started the car, and naturally wanted to ask where the destination was. Lin Xingyuan didn't know where Ye Yingning lived, and after asking several times, she couldn't explain clearly, and finally fell asleep in his arms.

He had no choice but to twitch the corners of his mouth, unable to express his mood at the moment, perhaps, he was a little secretly happy.

Under the curious eyes of the driver, Lin Xingyuan hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and whispered the address of his apartment.

*****

After turning off the water valve, Lin Xingyuan shook his slightly heavy head, and water droplets rolled down from the short hair.

He took off the towel, wiped his body, then wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and walked out of the bathroom.

The woman on the bed was ignorant, sleeping soundly, occupying his entire bed, and to be honest, she didn't sleep well.

Another similarity, Lin Xingyuan stared at it for a while, and finally discovered the same habit of this woman and Ying Ning.

What a coincidence, even the name is the same, but the pronunciation is different.

Going straight to the bed, Lin Xingyuan slightly adjusted the angle of the bedside lamp so that the light could not find Ye Yingning's face, for fear of waking her up.

In this way, he can take a good look at her when she is asleep.

It was obviously a strange face, he admitted that she was beautiful, but seeing too many beautiful women, he would not fall in love with her because of it.

The only thing that made him worry repeatedly, which was hard to ignore, was the sense of familiarity emanating from her, that kind of comfort that would not be awkward even if two people were together, even if they didn't speak.

This kind of feeling can't be experienced by just anyone of the opposite sex, so it's even more precious.

After staring at it for a long time, Lin Xingyuan finally couldn't help it, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently covered Yeying Ning's bright and plump forehead.

The tender and smooth touch made him press a little harder, and the palm of his hand pressed against it, warm and delicate, Lin Xingyuan could hardly put it down.

After a short stay, his hand continued down, gently sliding across her straight nose bridge, small red mouth, and pointed chin, and finally cruising to her slender neck, landing on the slightly convex collarbone.

He almost couldn't help rolling his throat a few times, feeling a rare sense of thirst, an inexplicable urgent need to scream in his body, so he couldn't help but continue to slide his hand down, down...