His Long Love

Chen Xiao is holding a blue number seven.

It was Meng Qingge who gave it to him at the beginning.

He knew that the corresponding red No. 7 should be miaoyoufeng.

He stood on the edge of the dance floor, wondering if he should go in and grab the man. It's just that this method is naive.

For the first time, he was not sure whether Miao Rufeng would be involved.

Just as he was bored looking at the men and women on the dance floor, a bright red number seven fell into his eyes.

This touch of color makes Chen Xiao a little crazy. Without waiting for the opposite person to speak, he pulls this person into the dance floor.

At the end of the song and the last movement, the man leaned in his arms. Chen Xiao suddenly burst into a bitter smile, as if he understood something.

But he maintained this half embracing position and did not let go.

Chen Xiao looked at the people in front of him. All he could see was his delicate chin under his mask. He even put on gloves on his hands. He was so nervous that his whole body was stiff. He was familiar with the objects all over his body.

Chen Xiao did not untie the mask, stretched out a hand to hold his chin, staring at the long closed thin lips, smiling and calling a name, "brother Rufeng."

The body in his arms was obviously trembling, and his unstoppable struggle was suppressed by Chen Xiao. He wanted to let outsiders see no flaws.

Chen Xiao stood in the middle of the dance floor, ignoring the eyes of others, gently imprinted a kiss on the person in his arms.

If you let go, the head in your arms will not run back.

It's not too much to say that you have run away. This kind of weak emotion never happens to Miao Ru Feng.

In the compartment on the second floor, Miao Rufeng held a glass of orange wine and looked up at what happened on the dance floor. He looked up and drank the wine.

All the people who came here are in the face of the wonderful Confucian style. No one dares to tell the story. Those present wish that they didn't come today, and the provincial people will be investigated in the future.

"Hello, Chen Xiao. How are you? Excuse me." Meng Qingge asked with a smile that all of them had seen the kiss. The voice of Rufeng made the whole audience quiet for a few seconds. Everyone quietly witnessed this moment of both of them.

"That's Huang Ke." Chen Xiao smiles bitterly and tells Meng Qingge the failure of this plan.

The smile on Meng Qingge's face solidified, "then how can you still..." then how can you still do so intimate things with him.

"He did it on purpose. Of course I can't. It's not perfect." Chen Xiao a word of a word to jump out to speak, as if to bite this sentence hard.

Meng Qingge bit his teeth and suddenly found out how stupid his method was. "I went to find Miao Rufeng to explain this matter clearly. It was all my fault. I knew I would not do it."

"He knew it for a long time. Otherwise, he would have changed the cards." Chen Xiao's face was full of bitter smile.

This time, I have no words to do Qingge, because Chen Xiao said nothing wrong.

"He does know." Meng Qingge is frustrated and sits on the top of the card seat. The habit of biting in his mouth unconsciously keeps biting.

Chen Xiao heard this sentence, instantly sober up a few minutes, some doubt looking at Meng Qingge.

"When Huang Ke was held in your arms, I saw his partition on the second floor." Meng Qingge lowered his head and kept studying the juice in the cup. He did not dare to look up at Chen Xiao's expression, "he and I made a bet."

"Will I recognize Huang Ke?" Chen Xiao scoffed, saying that for this reason, he already understood everything.

"Yes. But in front of all the people, you call Huang Ke's name. " Meng Qingge suddenly raised his head, he wanted to see what kind of mentality Chen Xiao was holding to say this sentence. Could it be that lovers in his eyes could be fooled at will.

"Otherwise, this is not the desired result of

" Chen Xiaomeng poured in a whole glass of wine, "I'll give him what he wants."

Meng Qingge suddenly aphasia, he can see that Chen Xiao's sadness is not pretended.

She didn't know what to say to comfort this man.

Strong feelings are exposed in Chen Xiao's words. Even she could hear it. Chen Xiaogen couldn't let go.

She had hoped to help the two people to get closer to each other, but she didn't expect to push them further and further.

Sure enough, the feelings between these two people are not allowed to interfere in the comments.

On the last day, they parted unhappily. When they woke up the next day, the cruise ship had been on shore for a long time.

Meng Qingge still can't believe it when she wakes up. Seven days passed so quickly.

"Still thinking about Chen Xiao?" Ji Wanzhou side, arm support head, smile to see Meng Qingge.

"Not really. What are you going to do with Huang Ke?" Meng Qingge changed a topic and didn't want to continue to talk about her failure."I'll give it to you. I told you that." Ji Wanzhou chuckles, how big a thing, as for again put forward.

"Good." Meng Qingge frowned and looked at Ji Wanzhou seriously. "What if I said I'd let him go?"

Ji Wanzhou knew that Qingge was not the white lotus character, so it was supposed to lead to something he didn't know.

However, there is something to hide from him. Ji Dashao is very unhappy. At least he needs to know why.

"By what?" Ji Wanzhou is not going to let go of this problem so simply, "you will be in danger."

"No way." Meng Qingge sighed, "he won't have a chance to trouble me for the time being."

Season evening boat suspiciously looking at the arms of the little wife, "you found a new situation."

Meng Qingge said with a smile, "someone will clean up his for us. I think Miao is not a weak person."

"As much as you know." Season evening boat affectionately stretched out his hand and scratched his wife's nose, "I suddenly found you are not suitable to be an actor."

"What should I do then?" Meng Qingge was watered down by his act of remorse, and went on to say along with the words of the three-year-old who got up early.

"Suitable to be a detective, specialized in detecting feelings of the kind." Season evening boat nods, up and down of the scan of a circle.

"Then I'll check on you every day to see if you still have a chance to hook up with others." Meng Qingge stretched out his hand and put his arm around his husband's neck. He hugged him tightly and buried his face in his chest.

"That's 24 hours." Ji Wanzhou touches her wife's head.

"Beautiful to death."

"But now there is a situation, which needs to be explored by detectives." Ji Wanzhou suddenly laughs evil.

"What are you going to do?" Meng Qingge suddenly alert, raised his head to look at the season evening boat.

"Detectives need to sacrifice themselves to fight the fire." Season evening boat says deceiving body and go up, control a person in the bosom, do not give Meng Qingge a bit of room to push out.

"No shame." Meng Qingge laughs and scolds.