Deep Love: Young Master's Sweetheart

The car drove at a high speed. On the way, Fengming crane even called the nanny twice to ask about the baby's condition. However, the woman who was most concerned about the baby sitting next to him didn't even respond. On this day, she forgot the baby and only ouyangwei was left in her heart.

"Hello, Mr. Feng." after getting out of the car, he took her hand and went into blues. The two hands held together naturally seemed as if they were lovers and husband and wife, but he felt that what he held was a hand without any feeling.

A bunch of purple roses was handed to Ziyi. The new waiter smiled and said, "Miss Yi, this is a flower for you. I hope you like it."

Fengming crane reached out to grab it. Suddenly, he was stunned to see the color and variety of the flowers. "Who ordered it?"

"It's a Mr. Feng."

The raised hand fell again. Feng Minghe remembered that he had asked Ziyi to order purple roses for two months to give to miss Yi. He thought that the new waiter recognized Ziyi according to the photos. He took it for her. The two sat together at the table when they first met in blues and snapped their fingers, "red wine."

Transparent goblets and red liquor. Neither of them spoke. When he poured the wine, she drank it. Suddenly, a bottle of wine ran out, and then served it again.

Gradually, from the cold start of business to the slowly increasing number of guests, fast-paced music sounded, and young youth filled bodies shook on the dance floor. People were enjoying themselves. They came here to enjoy the charm and mystery of the night.

Ziyi drank another glass of red wine and was a little drunk. She looked up at the Fengming crane in front of her. The images in her eyes could not overlap, but what superimposed on the Fengming crane was another face, awei. She knew awei on this table. She also knew Fengming crane on this table. Think about it, it was like a dream. Her hand was handed to Fengming crane, The pale pink skin told him that she drank a lot. "Ziyi, do you want to drink?"

"Ah he, shall we dance?" she smiled and looked at him, but he knew that all her smiles were fake and none of them were real. His heart hurt. For a moment, he wanted to refuse her. However, his eyes that seemed to twinkle with tears made him unable to refuse. He felt that he might really fall in love with her.

"OK." he pulled her up, and the two of them began to spin into the dance floor with the melody from the seat. There was a feeling of flying. Ziyi shook her body happily. It was the other side of her that fengminghe had never seen. It was completely different from her, but completely like her. She was like a contradiction. It was contradictory from either side, but when combined, There is only one sense brought to people, that is: personality.

Perhaps it was her personality that attracted him from beginning to end.

He looked at her wantonly as if she were happily shaking her long hair. The hair could not cover her face, making her face invisible, hazy and unreal in his world.

"Ziyi, don't dance." her movements were coordinated and perfect. Soon, she became the queen of the dance floor. Men and women looked around her and even began to comment. Those eyes disgusted him.

"Why? You dance well. Come on, ah he, you continue to dance. You dance so well." she took his hand and took him to spin together.

The slender waist wriggled like water. The touching powder on her face became more and more bright. There were boos, whistles and screams around, "chick, you dance well." a little gangster swept her up and down, "if you dye your hair silver, it will be more beautiful."

"Really?" she whistled along with a boy on one side, and then squinted at the boy who had just spoken, "will silver long hair be beautiful?"

"You believe me, I will. My friend is a top hairdresser."

"Giggle..." she laughed, "OK, I'll dye my hair and come back to dance when I'm done."

"Ziyi..." Fengming crane wanted to stop her. He didn't want her to be crazy again. However, she couldn't hear it at all. They approached the boy. They talked and laughed together. The noise around made him unable to hear what Ziyi said to the boy again, but the boy looked at her in his intuition.

At the end of the song, Ziyi snapped her fingers. If her hair becomes short, she will definitely be a beautiful boy, "go and lead the way. I'm going to dye my hair and dye it silver."

The boy immediately led the way, glanced at the wind singing crane recklessly, and then asked Ziyi, "who is he?"

"Giggle... Ha ha... Er..." she laughed first and then a wine burp. Then, she said loudly: "creditor, boss, and... And..." as soon as her tongue was tied, she seemed unable to remember how to describe the wind singing crane.

The big hand immediately grabbed her arm, and his cold eyes shot at the man, "there is also the husband." after that, he dragged Ziyi to the seat and dyed her good black hair silver. What else did she do? Every word she described him was wrong, creditor? boss?

No, he's her husband.

His hands were so hard that he was subconsciously angry.

Ziyi only felt a pain in her wrist. "Ah he, you let go. It hurts."

He didn't let go and didn't make a sound. He just took her to her seat. The previous boy was not afraid to die and followed, "Sir, this lady didn't say you were his husband, which can't be recognized arbitrarily. She said she wanted to dye her hair with me. Let her go."

Fengming crane didn't respond, so he picked up a glass of wine on the table and poured the red liquid into his throat like water. Then, he didn't turn his head or look at the boy. His hand got up and fell again. With a "pop", the cup broke on the man's head, "ah..." he was frightened and screamed. He covered the place where the wine cup had just been hit, and suddenly there was blood flowing out, "Ah, kill, kill."

Fengming crane still didn't look at him. The flying hand just landed on the man's chest with a heavy fist, "it's you. Get out."

"Wow", the boy vomited a mouthful of blood. The punch seemed to break his internal organs. Looking at his brother, he said ruthlessly, "give it to me."

"Wait a minute." over there, the Blues manager met him, took the boy and whispered a few words in his ear. As soon as the boy listened, his face immediately turned white. He knew he was offended by the owner who shouldn't be offended. He stared at the Fengming crane and looked forward to killing the Fengming crane. However, he didn't dare. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he glanced at his brother, "today's bad luck, withdraw."

A few people left the blues in a row. Ziyi has been drinking. She has been drinking since she sat down. Everything that happened has nothing to do with her. "Ah he, the hair dyed silver must look good. Will you take me to dye it?" at night, she recognized that she wanted to dye her hair.

Frown, but no one understands the woman's heart now. Fengming crane called the waiter and ordered a few words. Then he said to Ziyi, "dance, you dance very well."

"Burp... No, I don't want to dance. I want to dye my hair. Ah he, you take me." she raised her glass and touched his empty glass. Then she drank all the wine in the glass as soon as she looked up. "Ah he, why are there two you?" she drank too much and shook her hand in front of him. "There are really two."

In the hall, the dance music has changed from fast-paced Rumba to slow four. He stood up, held her waist and shoulders and took her into the dance floor. With the rhythm of slow four, the two people stick together. In fact, such a slow is like walking, and it is a small step, but it is convenient for the two people to stick together.

She smelled of wine mixed with femininity. She was crazy. He even went crazy with her. He couldn't stop talking about dyeing her hair. He smiled and said, "OK, I'll take you to dye your hair after dancing this song, but you can't regret it."

"No... I don't regret it," she said, raising her feet and kissing him on his lips. "Ah he, you love me, don't you?"

He looked into her eyes and never thought that she would ask him this question in such an unconscious state. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether he said it or not. Both of them drank wine. When they woke up, maybe no one remembers what each other said. Therefore, he said without hesitation: "yes, I love you."

"Ah he..." her hand involuntarily put a ring around his neck and her forehead against his chin, "ah he, don't love me, dirty, dirty..."

She kept saying the word "dirty". The wind singing crane simply bent down and kissed her lips, and blocked the word she had to say, "not dirty..." his voice drowned in the kiss. He didn't want to know the past.

On the dance floor, while walking slowly on the beat, the two people excitedly kissed. What slipped in their eyes was neon flashing, just like the scene a few years ago, with such lights and atmosphere. Then awei took her to his windy car

Ziyi kisses Fengming crane back, then fiercely breaks away, "crane, let's go."

I don't know where the strength came from. She took him and left. She loudly provoked the people around her to focus on her again, but she didn't care at all, "ah he, let's go."

Shaky, she was almost dragged into the car by him before she got into the car. Even before she could sit still, her body fell into his arms. No matter whether he was starting the car or not, she tilted her body and kissed his lips. It was so active and warm. Only one touch triggered all the desires in Fengming crane's body.