Bent By the Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight

Ning Qingwan dreamed of her 18th birthday again.

It was raining outside the house, and the flowers and plants that Ms. Fan had cultivated in the courtyard were swayed by the rain in the wind. Ning Qingwan carried them to the corridor against the wind and rain.

The sound of the conversation in the house penetrated the wall and was swept into the ear by the wind.

"I know her birthday, but I just can't forget that in order to give birth to her, I almost died on the operating table!" The choked voice paused for a moment, "You also had a car accident that day."

"But that's not Wan Wan's fault."

"That's my fault. I regret it every day. I should have killed her in the first place. Maybe there will be no such thing as the latter."

Ning Qingwan stood in the rain, the wind was strong, it was the same with or without an umbrella, the rain was blowing on her face and it was freezing to the bone.

She didn't remember how she walked back into the house, Ning Jingjue was smoking on the balcony, "You heard that?"

"If you don't have a mother, you don't love your child, but the mother just can't cross that hurdle." Ning Jingjue has comforted her like this since she was a child.

At first, she also believed and looked forward to it. As she grew older, she gradually realized that Ms. Fan would never be able to cross that hurdle.

Ning Qingwan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it, and smoked like Ning Jingjue.

After taking a sip, he choked and coughed a few times.

Ning Jingjue smiled and said, "Smoke is not a good thing."

Ning Qingwan disagreed, she was very capable of learning, and soon she was more familiar with smoking than Ning Jingjue, an old chimney, and the suppressed feeling was released with the smoke ring she exhaled.

"Is there anything more relaxing than smoking?"

Then a face emerged from the smog, the eyebrows were a bit like her, younger than her, more youthful and sweeter than her.

The smoke dissipated, Meng Xia's face was flushed, and her eyes were staring at her with surprise and anticipation.

Ning Qingwan saw herself in those twinkling eyes.

"The mobile phone password is your birthday."

"I remember what my sister likes and dislikes."

Such a sweet emphasis.

When the little girl looked at her, it seemed as if her eyes were so full that she could only be stuffed into her eyes.

Let her really feel that she is needed.

She looked down to the pink lips, the soft touch was immediately recalled, and she applied it without much thought.

Like the best dessert ever.

The girl's body is made of water.

Hook her to indulge in it.

"Sister, I, I won't."

"Don't be afraid, my sister will teach you."

The little girl looked at her with tears in her eyes, and snorted like a cat, "It hurts~"

She slowed down a bit.

"Are you comfortable?"

"comfortable......"

"Then do you like your sister?"

"like......"

"Which one do you like?"

The little girl looked serious: "It's the fans' love for idols."

Ning Qingwan was suffocated, her heart was blocked and it was more uncomfortable than before, until she exhaled the stagnant air, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked around, she was the only one on the huge bed.

She twisted her fingers, the dream was too real...

After taking the cigarette from the bedside table, Ning Qingwan got up and got out of bed. Ning Qingwan stepped on her slippers and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Ning Qingwan looked indifferently for a while, then walked to the third floor rooftop with a cigarette in his mouth, and only stepped two steps before hearing the phone ringing.

She glanced at the phone screen, eyebrows raised slightly.

......

The phone vibrated for a while, Meng Xia took it out and took a look. Dad Meng's call, she vaguely knew the reason why Dad Meng called her, and she didn't want to answer because she was frightened.

If someone else blocked it, it would be over, but it was his blood-connected father, Meng Xia took a breath and answered the phone.

"Where are you?"

Meng Xia was stunned for a while, and asked where she was. Could it be that Ji Tong didn't squat to her at the school gate and contacted Meng Yuanxiu?

"I, I'm at my classmate's house."

"Which classmate? Boys or girls?"

"You don't know, girl."

"What kind of messy people have you met?" Meng Yuanxiu paused, then began to teach again, "Don't go home during the holidays, don't live in school, and run to other people's houses? I've taught you for nothing for so many years!"

Meng Xia frowned. When she was reading, whenever she saw Meng Yuanxiu's education for the heroine, she always suffocated.

In reality, her father is also such a person.

They must report where they go, what they do, and what friends they make, what type of work they will do in the future, what type of object they are looking for, and their life plans are clearly arranged. accept.

"Did you block President Ji?"

After talking a lot, I finally got to the point, Meng Xia pursed her lips and remained silent, slandering Ji Tong in her heart was really disgusting and cautious.

"Ji Zong wants to make friends with you, but you'd better block people without saying a word. After reading books for so many years, you haven't even learned the most basic manners!"

"I don't like him, and I don't want to be friends with him. Why do you want me to get in touch with him?" Meng Xia heard Meng Yuanxiu's words, only to feel a headache and panic.

"How do you know if you like it if you don't have much contact? Dad can see that President Ji is interested in you."

"I don't care about him..."

Meng Yuanxiu sighed and softened his tone, "Mr. Ji has helped Dad a lot, so you should give Dad face. Love is something that needs to be cultivated slowly. It's boring now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future."

In the original text, Meng Yuanxiu intentionally brought the heroine and Ji Tong together in order to appreciate Ji Tong's little kindness and kindness in business. In a mess, they used the means to directly destroy the Meng family.

Meng Xia bit her lip and sarcastically said, "Are you trying to sell your daughter to benefit the company? Aren't you afraid of losing your wife and losing your army?"

As soon as she said this, Meng Yuanxiu's anger immediately rushed up: "What are you talking about! Mr. Ji is talented and well-educated, looks good, and everyone has a good taste. You deserve him!"

Meng Xia endured it and suppressed the urge to tell Meng Yuanxiu the whole story. With Meng Yuan's character, even if he said it, he would not listen or believe it.

"I can't stand high, if you think he's good, stay with him yourself!" Jiu Jin was over, she was also timid and challenged Meng Yuanxiu.

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone with trembling hands. Meng Yuanxiu made two more calls, but Meng Xia didn't answer and never called again.

The car drove to the gate of Yuefeng, and the driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, "Little girl, here we are."

Meng Xia got out of the car and walked two steps, as if stepping on a ball of cotton.

He patted his hot cheeks, opened his phone and saw Meng Yuanxiu's WeChat - [Go back to school early] and recommended Ji Tong's friends.

Meng Xia frowned and looked at her. Her nose was sour and her heart was full of mixed feelings. Her father in the previous life was also very strict, but he never persecuted her like this.

She gritted her teeth and pulled Meng Yuanxiu into the blacklist, turned off her phone, raised her hand to cover her face, and heard a whimper of grievance like a small beast between her fingers.

The wind rustled the leaves, and raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky without warning.

Meng Xia looked up at the gate of the community in front of her.

She took a taxi here in a daze, and she didn't even think about whether Ning Qingwan was at home.

Meng Xia sucked her sore nose and wiped the rain and tears from her face indiscriminately. After hesitating for a while, she couldn't help but pick up the phone and call Ning Qingwan.

The phone only rang twice and connected.

"Hey?"

The familiar voice made Meng Xia feel at ease for no reason. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Ning Qingwan didn't rush her. After a moment of silence, Meng Xia whispered, "Sister..."

On the other end of the phone, Ning Qingwan heard Meng Xia's voice and frowned slightly, "Why are you crying?"

She had already stopped her tears, but after she asked this question, the tip of her nose suddenly became sore, as if the gate had been opened again, and she couldn't help crying.

Meng Xia held back her tears and denied it: "I didn't cry."

The nasal voice became stronger, and Ning Qingwan listened to her waxy voice and asked directly, "Where are you?"

Meng Xia was stunned for a while, realizing that it was a particularly abrupt thing for him to come to her, and he hesitated to speak.

"Um?"

"At the gate of... my sister's community."

Whenever Ning Qingwan uttered a single-syllable word, it was more attractive than her entire sentence, and Meng Xia couldn't help being honest with her.

Ning Qingwan went downstairs and glanced at the rain outside the window, her brows tightened, "Wait for me."

Meng Xia sniffed and said "um" obediently.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Xia lowered her head and poked the flowers on her sandals with her fingers. After a while, there was an umbrella over her head, and she looked up and saw Ning Qingwan.

"Sister~"

Meng Xia smiled, her eyes were still red, her hair was wet from the rain and stuck to her face, her cheeks were flushed with water, and she didn't know if it was rain or tears.

"Fool, why don't you go in and find me in the rain outside?"

Ning Qingwan pursed her lips tightly, and her face was not worried. When she came, she saw Meng Xia lying on the side of the road, like an abandoned kitten, which made her look very uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid my sister is not at home." Meng Xia pursed her lips and said about going to the bar, but didn't mention the phone call with Meng Yuanxiu.

"It's very capable, how much alcohol did you drink?"

Meng Xia stretched out a finger.

"One cup?" Ning Qingwan frowned, staring at Meng Xia's flushed face, just a cup of wine on her head, and she hasn't finished drinking for so long.

"One bottle." Meng Xia whispered guiltily.

Seeing Ning Qingwan's calm face, she bravely pulled Ning Qingwan's hand hanging by her side, and said softly, "Sister, I was wrong."

The warm hand pulled her, and it swayed for a while, causing ripples in her heart, and Ning Qingwan took advantage of the situation to hold that hand.

Meng Xia could feel the texture and coolness in her palm when she held her hands, but Ning Qingwan's hands always seemed to be cold.

"Get up, go home."

Family? Meng Xia was in a trance for a moment, then stood up holding Ning Qingwan's hand, and immediately frowned, "My legs are numb."

Ning Qingwan handed her the umbrella and squatted down with her back to her, "Come up."

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Xia blushed on Ning Qingwan's back.

She was wearing shorts today. When Ning Qingwan carried her on her back, her cool hand slipped across her thigh, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Ning Qingwan noticed the person on her back trembling and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Xia bit her lip and explained, "It's cold."

"Hold tighter then." Ning stood up straight and tipped her upside down, "Put up your umbrella."

Meng Xia pursed her lips and couldn't suppress the upward curvature of the corners of her mouth. She wrapped one hand around Ning Qingwan's neck and handed the umbrella forward with the other.

Her hands were soft to the touch, and the little **** her back was close to her. Ning Qingwan thought it would be fine if she carried the little **** her back for the rest of her life.

Then, the little **** her back buried her head and rubbed her neck, whispering sweetly and softly.

"Sister, you are so kind."

The soft lips brushed against the earlobe, and the soft touch on the back became clear.

Ning Qingwan froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered that charming dream, she closed her eyes, and walked forward without changing her face.

When he arrived at the door, Ning Qingwan put Meng Xia down, opened the door, and pulled her into the room. Meng Xia kept her head down until she changed her shoes, looking cute.

Meng Xia's drinking has always been slow to come and go. After arguing with Meng Yuanxiu, she only felt more dizzy.

More intoxicating than wine.

Ning Qingwan touched her rain-wet hair, "Take a hot bath, you'll catch a cold."

Meng Xia raised her eyes and glanced at Ning Qingwan, then smiled, her eyebrows curved, "Sister, you are so pretty."

Before he finished speaking, he threw himself into his arms, hugged tightly, tilted his head and sniffed at Ning Qingwan's neck, "Sister, you are so fragrant."

The scent is like mint and cream, and the fragrance is light and sweet with a touch of sweetness.

The tip of her nose rubbed against the delicate and shiny skin, Ning Qingwan subconsciously wanted to hide, turned her head, and her neck was fully displayed in front of Meng Xia's eyes.

Meng Xia stared at the milky white skin and swallowed her saliva. It looked like a cream cake. Her head was in chaos, but the rhythm of her heartbeat became clearer.

It was like someone was beating a drum in her heart, again and again, encouraging her.

Meng Xia leaned over and licked it gently.

Ning Qingwan took a deep breath.