Deep love only for you

Yan Mohan roared at one go, and suddenly there was silence around him. He suddenly reflected what he had done and was annoyed.

He didn't say a word in the white language he had carefully prepared before. Instead, he forced Fu Yubing and used such a strong tone! Did this screw up the confession?

However, she just looked like that. It was clear that she wanted to confess to Zheng Mingze. If he didn't stop her mouth, in the future

He regained consciousness and planned to make it clear to Fu Yubing.

But she pushed him away, turned and left.

Because she drank wine, her steps were a little unstable. When she ran, she seemed to fall at any time.

He hurried to catch up, she accelerated, he was faster, and he was about to pull her.

However, a waiter came in a hurry. Yan Mohan opened a little distance from Fu Yubing in order to avoid him.

"Yubing!" he called her anxiously behind.

When she heard his voice, she just felt her head in a mess.

The effect of alcohol made her just move forward.

We have arrived at the hot spring area, surrounded by hot air. In some pools, there are many people who spend the night here taking a bath.

"Don't run away, be careful to fall -" Yan Mohan was saying, when he saw that Fu Yubing was unstable and fell into one of the pools.

Although the water in the pool was not deep, she was even more dizzy when she drank the wine and the water was not above her head.

The next second, Yan Mohan jumped in and pulled Fu Yubing up.

When she struggled, he suddenly bent over and picked her up.

The water splashed everywhere and both of them were wet.

Under the dim light, Yan Mohan saw that Fu Yubing's thin clothes were completely attached to him and outlined the exquisite curve. His eyes were deep and he quickly opened his eyes.

She is still struggling, complicated and wronged. Why did everything suddenly get out of control and become like this?

"Yan Mohan, go away!" she has almost lost her mind. Alcohol is constantly eroding her brain. She just feels that everything in her mind is disturbed and unclear.

"Yubing, I won't go, I'll wait for your reply!" Yan Mohan stubbornly held her tighter.

She stretched out her hand to catch him, but he imprisoned her hands with one hand, and did not allow her to shrink back and hold it high above her head.

At this moment, the disparity of power between men and women is immediately revealed.

His expression was serious and sharp. He looked straight into her eyes, strong and stubborn.

So her struggle became paper paste. In the end, she gave up and could only breathe in his arms.

She was already drunk. She was more dizzy by the heat here. However, when he held her, she felt bored and flustered. She couldn't help worrying and said, "let go of me. If you don't let go, I'll hate you!"

He was stunned and looked at her for a few seconds.

Although the light was very dark, he clearly saw her impatience.

For a moment, Yan Mohan thought of the way she looked at Zheng Mingze. She had drunk wine, but her eyes were bright and seemed to be full of expectation.

He felt suffocated in his heart. Her words and eyes were like a knife. They brought sharp pain in his heart, and even his breathing became difficult.

He slowly let her go and let her stand in the pool.

The pool water reached his ribs, just below her chest.

They stood face to face, her chest undulating, her cheeks crimson, I don't know whether she was angry or something.

For a long time, Yan Mohan heard himself say to her, "Yubing, I'm so afraid you refuse me again. I failed before. You don't know how much courage I took to say that today... I'm serious. Do you want to think about it?"

In fact, her brain was blurred, but when she heard his pleading, she suddenly woke up miraculously.

She raised her eyes: "don't you like sister Wan?"

He pulled his lips: "yes, I used to like wanwan, but now I like you. And I know clearly that now I have only the family affection for wanwan growing up together, nothing else."

She was slightly stunned and immediately felt that she couldn't stand: "I'm going back to my room."

He said, "I'll take you back."

Knowing that she couldn't hold on, she nodded tacitly.

"Can't you go?" Yan Mohan asked.

Fu Yu was a little annoyed, but she really couldn't move.

So he picked her up horizontally and stepped out on the steps.

One way to the room, Yan Mohan took out the room card on Fu Yubing and opened the door and went in.

She was wet all over. Naturally, he couldn't put her on the bed. He could only say, "I'll put water for you."

Her head sank to death, but she still kept the last Qingming: "I'll take a shower. Go back."

"I'll wait for you in the living room." he couldn't refuse her. He took her to the bathroom and tried the water temperature of the shower: "call me if you feel uncomfortable."

The light in the room was bright. He saw that her face was really red and his heart felt more sour.

In order to find Zheng Mingze to confess, how much wine did she drink?!

Yan Mohan desperately suppressed his jealousy and turned to close the bathroom door for Fu Yubing.

He stood outside the door and heard the sound of water inside. It seemed that there was no problem, so he walked away a little.

Pacing back and forth in the room, only he knows how complicated his tumbling mood is at the moment!

He's done his best, but she obviously doesn't mean that to him. Then, with her character, will she alienate him?

It seems to be a long tug of war, but he seems to have lost the beginning.

Regret it?

no

Because of the situation just now, if she really confessed to Zheng Mingze and Zheng Mingze accepted it, there would be nothing wrong with him anymore.

The blood in the blood vessels was still roaring, and Yan Mohan's hands were trembling with excitement.

He thought that he didn't care, no matter how hard it was to break her heart, he had to continue.

After a while, there was a noise behind him.

Fu Yubing has come out of the bathroom, holding the wall, still a little stumbled.

Yan Mohan hurried to hold her. Seeing that her hair was still wet, he quickly picked her up and went back to the bathroom.

"Yubing, I'll blow your head," he said, taking a wet towel to wipe her hair.

The neckline of her pajamas is not high or low, but it must be slightly larger than the usual neckline. When he looked down, he saw the delicate skin around her neck, which was suffused with pink.

The touch of occasionally sliding on the fingertips is also clear and engraved. At the moment, the nerve endings become very active, which soon spread such a numb feeling to the heart.

His heart was shocked. He just felt that his blood was also warming up.

The heat of the hair dryer brushed her hair and slowly took away the moisture.

She slowly and quietly, as if trying to get close to him, but because of her weakness, her focus finally fell on him.

Yan Mohan looked at the picture in the mirror and took a deep breath.

He tried to calm down and concentrate on blowing her head.

Finally, he dried her long hair and straightened it for her. Then he took her to the bedroom.

She was stuck in bed with her long hair as dyed ink and her cheeks as red as peach blossoms. He looked tight and her Adam's apple rolled: "Yubing, do you want to drink water?"

It seems that he is more thirsty.

She nodded. He poured her water and helped her drink.

The touch on his arm broke out again, and he felt uncomfortable with the heat.

She took two drinks and didn't want to drink. But he took her cup and drank the water clean.

"Yubing -" before he finished, he was suddenly interrupted by her: "I'm going to sleep."

He nodded and stopped talking.

Now, is it a good time to talk?

"The door has to be locked from the inside." Yan Mohan said, "otherwise, I'll sleep on the sofa outside..."

Fu Yubing immediately opened the quilt and got up: "I can barely walk."

When he saw her insist, his heart broke into pieces, but he didn't seem to find a reason to stay.

He didn't want her to hate him more.

So they came to the door together. Just as he was about to open the door, he paused.

After all, I still want a reason. Although I know she is drunk, now is not the time to talk about feelings rationally.

"Yubing, tell me, did you just want to confess to brother Zheng?" he asked.

She closed his eyes and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Her thoughts were a little messy, like a thread ball. She didn't like the feeling of chaos, so she said, "yes."

In this way, he won't pester and she will be quiet.

"Why?" he seemed to be hurt. "Why do you like him? Since when did you like him?"

He felt as if he had been cursed. The girls he liked with his heart ended up falling in love with others!

She frowned with annoyance and didn't want to answer such a question at all.

However, he leaned against the door. It seemed that if she didn't say, he wouldn't go.

When did she try to remember?

Dizzy, however, a feeling suddenly surfaced in my heart.

She remembered that Zheng Mingze took care of her when she was ill. It seemed that it was the first time she felt warm and excited. Since then, she began to pay more attention to him.

She found that he had many advantages, which she appreciated. Although she tried her best to restrain, the subtle feeling in her heart could not deceive people

So fu Yubing said, "he took care of me all night when I had a fever. That's when I had a fever."

"Do you have a fever?" Yan Mohan was stunned and said, "when do you have a fever?"

She was so bored that she said, "I can't remember!"

He felt his heart beat faster and something was about to come out.

Because he always takes her to work, he knows whether she is ill or not.

In my memory, since she started work, only once she fainted in the operation room and had a fever. Moreover, she said that someone took care of her all night

Only that day, they didn't go home at night.

Yan Mohan felt his heart hit his chest and his ears were buzzing.

He took a deep breath: "Yubing, did you say that you worked overtime that day, then fainted in the operation room and were sent to the hospital of Alliance Technology? That's the day I bought you breakfast?"

"HMM." she nodded, hoping to send him away quickly. She slept well.

When he saw her admit it, he felt as if he had been hit by a dull hammer.