Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

"You..." Han Yunnuo looked at Song Wan speechlessly.

Why is this woman's mouth so poisonous? Obviously, she can be considered eloquent, but when she meets Song Wan, she is nothing compared to others.

Suddenly, Han Yunnuo's eyes sank, looking at Song Wan's soft and quiet profile, under the thin cheeks, was a graceful neck, and even from his own angle, he could see the round collarbone.

Han Yunnuo suddenly felt a little dry mouth.

Shaking his head, he shook off the overwhelming thoughts that flooded his mind for a moment.

How could I have lust for Song Wan, and it was just a side face.

You know, I have always liked women with hot bodies and plump breasts.

On the other hand, Song Wan's small body and flat figure did not meet his requirements at all.

The irritability in his heart deepened, and Han Yunuo became impatient, tugged on his tie, ordered a glass of red wine, and sipped it slowly.

The bright red liquid has a slight sweetness and is slightly cold. After entering the stomach, I feel less irritable.

Han Yunnuo kept telling himself that his head must have been flooded just now, otherwise how could he have such thoughts just now.

When Song Wan turned her head inadvertently, she saw that Han Yunnuo looked very uncomfortable. Seeing herself looking over, she instantly looked back and moved away.

It was rare to see Han Yunnuo's embarrassed expression, and there was still redness on his cheeks, Song Wan didn't think about it, and didn't use the usual sarcastic tone, and said with a little worry, "Han Yunnuo, do you have a fever? "

Han Yunuo didn't speak.

Song Wan went straight to put her hands on Han Yunnuo's forehead.

Suddenly, both of them seemed to feel a burst of electricity coming from the place where the skin was connected, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Song Wan coughed lightly, her cheeks were blushed twice, then she took her hand off very calmly, and muttered softly, "It seems that I really have a fever."

Han Yunnuo took a sip of the red wine and said nothing.

The two of them kept an awkward silence until they got off the plane and went to the hotel to rest for the night, and the situation got a little bit better.

The next day, Han Yunnuo came to knock on the door, but subconsciously did not look at Song Wan, but his voice softened a little, "Where do you want to go?"

Song Wan glanced at him, a little dazed.

In fact, it doesn't matter where you go, what matters is who you go with.

Obviously, Song Wan could directly ignore the latter idea.

Sighing, Song Wan returned to her bright and spring-like smile, "I don't have a goal yet, if you want to go somewhere, just go and leave me alone."

Han Yunnuo was silent for a while before speaking, "I don't have any particular place I want to go for the time being."

The corners of Song Wan's mouth twitched speechlessly, and a hint of slyness flashed in her eyes, "Oh, yes, I suddenly remembered that I'm going to visit the Louvre. I've been here a few times, but I always forget to see it."

Turn around and leave.

After a while, hurried footsteps came from behind, and the corners of Song Wan's lips curled up, smiling sweetly.

The two of them stood in front of each other, keeping a distance of several meters.

Song Wan snickered inwardly. It seemed that this bastard cared about him quite a bit. It was just that stinky mouth, which was stubborn and refused to admit it.

Pretending to turn around inadvertently, Song Wan pretended to be surprised, "Han Yunnuo, why are you following me?"

Han Yunnuo's eyes were a little uncomfortable, and then his tone was strong, "Who is following you, I am also going to the Louvre."