Deep love never ends

The posture, the words, and the atmosphere.

It looks more like the whisper of the most intimate lover.

But the words said are not love words.

I'm just gambling.

Qin Langjun was not angry this time. He just asked casually.

When he heard my words, he seemed to hear something interesting.

Look at me with your eyes.

Quiet and serious, even if there is no deliberate action, it seems to have a little smile, but it's a little cold.

"Your ambition is not small."

Qin Langjun's tone was still faint.

The hand tied around my waist was loosened, and it was still the lazy look just now, leaning on the wall.

As I guessed just now, I really didn't continue to discuss this topic.

"Don't you regret it?"

After the atmosphere eased, I only had time to take a look at the environment in the office. Before I could speak, I heard him say so.

Although Qin Langjun's hand was loosened.

But I still didn't step back, but found a comfortable position, leaned against him, looked up at him, "what can I regret?"

It is rare that there is a short period of peace and quiet in my heart.

I even habitually thought about the meaning of this sentence, and didn't filter what I should say in my mind again and again.

But simply empty your mind, rare without any defense.

Before, whether I talked with him or my contacts with others, it was almost your temptation to come and go. I would never easily communicate with others and would never leave others the opportunity to hurt me.

But now, I don't know what to think. Whether it's capricious or impulsive, I just want to do it for no other reason.

"Andersen doesn't need my company to be small. If you really please him, what do you want? Money, power... Or more ambition."

Qin Langjun's thin lips opened slightly, and his words were plain and casual.

He looked down at me carelessly. His chin rubbed my forehead. Some of them were not very painful, panicked and even itchy.

"I'm with you, don't I? How do you know that I don't want greater ambition?"

I put my hands around his neck and said.

There was something true and something false in the words. In the end, I couldn't even distinguish myself.

He still looked at me with a smile. In his deep dark eyes, there seemed to be other emotions, thick and heavy.

There are many emotions that I can't understand or analyze.

The familiar mobile phone rings.

It's Qin Langjun's cell phone.

I happened to see it when I turned my head. It was the name I was afraid of for no reason.

Wen.

In the circle of this aristocratic family, I really haven't heard of any Wen family who is more powerful, and I haven't found out which Miss Wen just came back.

I haven't seen anyone, but this sense of crisis goes hand in hand.

It's just a woman's intuition.

But so what.

I still took his arm, and the corners of my lips bent, obediently and naturally stood beside him and looked at him.

Temporarily put away all my suspicions, as well as the sharp edges and hard thorns on my body.

It's just a woman, even if it's a childhood sweetheart.

I've never been afraid of a few people in my life.

"Who?" I always knew that I should not take the initiative to inquire about this, but today I made an exception.

His eyebrows curled up and looked at him.

Sip your lips.

Even if I don't look in the mirror, I know this look. It must be very good.

But it is also extremely inconsistent with my previous style.

Sure enough, he pinched his chin.

He made a little effort, raised my chin, and his voice was hoarse. "When you need me, you will pretend to look like this. I really want to see how many faces you have. I haven't seen it yet."

"There's no need for you to worry about settling down. At least this time, settling down won't have time to trouble you again."

He misunderstood that my clever appearance was worried about an Xun's trouble, so he deliberately restrained himself and said it.

But I didn't understand this sudden move that didn't accord with my usual appearance, not for any purpose, but because I wanted to do so.

Miss Wen, who is it?

I'm curious, too.

But I didn't say this. No matter how stupid I am, I won't put my life and death aside. People always have the idea of cherishing their lives.

I am also a layman and never deny this.

"That's good." I followed his words, but I still refused to let go of the topic.

In that short phone call just now, although I didn't hear much, I heard enough. See you tonight.

Is the woman I have been subconsciously thinking is a threat finally going to appear?

"But I still think he will find me. What about you tonight? Where will you go tonight, work or have other arrangements?"

I pretended to be meditative and looked at him with the rest of my eyes.

But he found out.

His chin was pinched by him. He raised my chin, lowered his head and bit it.

Then the slightly hot lips were pasted on my lips, with rare tenderness and delicacy. They kept rolling, and their intertwined breathing became chaotic with the heat.

When he put his hand around my waist and picked up my clothes, I pressed it hard and still looked up at him.

But this time, my breathing was a little disordered, and I didn't even have much focus in my eyes.

"I don't need a girlfriend tonight. If I trouble you again, I won't want most of them."

Later, he said it slowly.

It seems that what he said is not a threat to angle at all, but an ordinary problem that can no longer be ordinary.

Just speaking of the words behind, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be countless dangers bursting out, with a kind of oppression and fierce, followed by sudden depression.

What he said was never a joke.

I knew it.

But I'm not worried that an Xun will find trouble. After all, I used a lot of strength to kick. Even if he hated me again, he would first suppress his hatred and find someone to see the root of his life.

I just want to follow. The woman surnamed Wen is just an ordinary existence, or as I think.

Unfortunately, I don't see this opportunity tonight.

Besides, it will only expose my thoughts and even cause his concern.

I just showed my teeth, neat, smiled at him, reached out to tidy up his messy shirt.

It was just an ordinary dark shirt, slightly messy, and the top buttons were scattered, but on him, there was an inexplicable feeling of laziness and Casuality, but he also looked down at the cool and thin.