I Really Like That Guy!

"Who are you?!"

A Luo took a step back and looked vigilantly at the man who looked exactly like Ning Xuan in front of him.

As a green plum who has been with Ning Xuan for 20 years, her familiarity with Ning Xuan is deep in her bones, so with just a glance, she immediately recognizes that the man in front of her is definitely not Ning Xuan.

The writer's thinking became wild at this moment, and all kinds of **** words such as "substitute", "plastic conspiracy" and "unknown twins" flew through her mind in an instant.

The last thing to stop was the picture I saw in a daze after being drunk that day.

Evil man, flirtatious words, hot lips. Could it be that that night was not a dream?

"Heh, don't you know me?" The man's black eyes narrowed, and the eyes that were cold and clear on Ning Xuan's face, like a cold pool, became blurred and secluded in this man's place, like a swirl .

He clasped A Luo's wrist tightly with his ten fingers, and picked up her slender waist with the other, and took her back into his arms without any effort.

"Very good, I don't remember me, but I remember the man just now." He stretched his tone and said slowly in Arlo's ear, quite a bit of gnashing his teeth.

A Luo hurriedly struggled: "Should I remember you? Tell me who you are! Why are you pretending to be brother Ning Xuan, what are you trying to do!"

It's a pity that her little strength is not enough to shake the man's confinement. His fingers are slender and powerful, his arms are smooth, and his body is tall and straight. Grabbing her is as easy as grabbing a chick.

The straight black suit perfectly outlines his thin and stylish figure. Through the outer layer of fabric, Arlo can even imagine the layers of tight muscles inside.

Dressed to look thin, undressed and fleshy, this should be what you are talking about, right?

Wait, what's going on! How could she still make up her mind!

"Brother Ning Xuan, brother Ning Xuan, didn't you say you don't like him anymore, you like me?"

The man's low voice sounded slowly. His voice was very similar to Ning Xuan's, but completely different. Ning Xuan spoke decisively and concisely. neat.

But this man likes to keep his throat down, his voice seems to be coming out of his chest, with a slight bubbly sound, and his voice is low and hoarse. He is also used to dragging his tone, swaying and lingering, with a casual smile, which makes him sticky and tight.

Ask Arlo to evaluate, just one word: Sao!

Two words: pretentious!

Following his words, Arlo gradually recalled that night, in the dark carriage, his lingering, fiery kisses, one by one, fell from her ears and spread to the corners of her lips.

"You, that night was also you! You rascal!!!"

A Luo was extremely angry. She couldn't get rid of his hand, so she raised her foot to step on him, but as soon as she made a move, the man seemed to have foreseen her thoughts, holding her waist and turning around quickly The two of them suddenly changed positions like the men and women dancing on the dance floor.

Two seconds later, Arlo was pressed down on the sofa by the man.

This sofa is what Arlo told Ning Xuan before. It should be because some people do not want to be disturbed, the sofa faces out the window, with its back to the banquet hall, and the high back of the chair completely blocks the figures of the two of them.

"My dear, see who I am."

A Luo was pressed by the man's shoulders and leaned on the back of the sofa, while the man bent down and brought the handsome face in front of her.

It was so close, so close that the tip of their noses would touch each other.

A Luo can see his eyes clearly, those eyes are exactly the same shape as Ning Xuan's eyes, but with a different look, he couldn't recognize them at first glance. There is also a tiny mole under his eyelid. When he was a child, A Luo joked about him, saying that people who cried a lot in their previous life would have moles under their eyes.

Not only that, but every detail on this man's face was no different from Ning Xuan.

A Luo's eyes slowly widened, and her tone became weak because she was too shocked: "Ning Xuan...brother?"

The man hooked his lips with a chuckle, his eyes were full of admiration, his thin lips were slightly opened, and he exhaled a hot breath: "Smart girl."

He leaned down, as if he wanted to kiss her, but stopped at the last moment, pressing her lips to her lips, and a hint of struggle and hesitation appeared between his brows.

After a moment, his lips moved up, and he dropped a kiss on the tip of her upturned nose.

"Your reward, baby."

A Luo's heart was shaken, and the whole person was in an extreme shock, so that he did not have any resistance to his move.

In other words, since she knew that he was Ning Xuan, she could no longer resist him.

She reads a lot of books, although most of them are novels, but there are also some professional books that she needs. At this moment, the most impossible thought appeared in A Luo's mind.

--Dual personality.

A Luo opened his mouth with difficulty, and asked in a harsh voice, "You, are you the personality of Brother Ning Xuan?"

"Hmm~" The man frowned and admitted with a smile.

How can it be? Dual personality is a kind of mental illness. How could someone as calm and rational as Ning Xuan have mental problems?

Perhaps realizing that Arlo was pale and frightened, the man raised his hand to caress her cheek, supported her chin with his palm, and rubbed his fingertips at the base of her ear.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

It was rare for him to be more serious, and his tone was less teasing.

In his soothing voice, A Luo slowly regained her thoughts. Her heart was in a mess, and she barely recovered herself and asked, "When did you come out?"

The man's long eyelashes gently fanned, even with such a small movement, he was unexpectedly sultry.

Just because the eyes under the thick eyelashes, the pupils are dark and lacking the usual icy sharpness, the light in the eyes reflects the indoor lights, and it looks gentle and slender, as gentle as a flowing stream, and like that. Stars all over the sky.

"Well, probably a long time ago... I can't tell, I rarely come out."

Speaking of this, the man suddenly changed his style of painting and returned to his arrogant look. He lowered his eyebrows and smiled deeply, his eyes showing a heat that cannot be ignored: "Baby, it's hard to come out once, don't waste time, Let's do something fun, shall we?"

"W-what... uh!"

A Luo was stunned, and in a blink of an eye, he was shrouded in the shadow of the man.

"I wanted to do this before, but unfortunately that guy woke up too fast, I won't miss it this time, even if I fall asleep again..." Before the fiery lips fell, Arlo heard him whisper so.

This time, it was a real kiss.

His lips were as hot as that night, as if the flames were scorching her, his breath was plundered, his lips were controlled, and the man's broad palm lightly pressed against the fragile back of Arlo's neck, with an irresistible gesture, he continued to penetrate, Encroach on and invade her territory.

This kiss was like a gust of wind and rain, and the intensity was beyond Arlo's imagination.

When she stopped, she was completely dumbfounded, her lips were hot and hot, the tip of her tongue was numb and unconscious, her hands and feet were soft, and her whole body was not much worse than water.

At this time, she had only three sentences left in her mind: "Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?"

But soon, A Luo came over, she grabbed the man's hair and stopped him from going down.

"It's okay for you to pay attention, pay attention to the occasion!" she reminded breathlessly.

At this moment, she didn't even catch her breath, and her speech was also weak, without the slightest momentum.

The corners of the man's eyes and brows were filled with a satisfied smile. He raised his face from the socket of her neck, and the thin lips under the bridge of his high nose were rosy and stained with sparkling water.

He stared at her with black eyes, and there was an extremely obvious meaning between his brows and eyes that could be understood at a glance.

A Luo couldn't help covering his face, and the heat rushed to the top of his head.

With such an expression on Ning Xuan's face, it's too foul to say such a thing! ! !

It may be that he is too serious at ordinary times, and suddenly he is so serious that she can't bear it.

"No, no, first explain to me what's going on between you and Ning Xuan brother."

A Luo raised his hand and pushed him, wanting to push him farther away. The current posture of the two of them is really indecent, and it would be bad if they were seen.

Just thinking about this, she heard footsteps walking towards this side, and before she turned her head to look, a somewhat embarrassed voice sounded in her ear: "Ah, there is someone here, I'm sorry, sorry for disturbing you... continue, continue."

Arlo: "………………"

She was stunned for a second, then her whole body jumped up suddenly, and instantly pushed the man who was on her body away, pretending to be calm and sitting down.

It's just that delicate little face, red like a monkey's butt, about to smoke.

The man had already left in a hurry, and the man who was pushed to the other side of the sofa was stunned for two seconds, and then burst out laughing.

"Baby, here."

His fingers were slender, like jade and bamboo, lingering in the cold white light under the light, reaching to Arlo's lips and gently wiping her lips.

The sticky lipstick stuck on the man's fingertips, the whiteness against the crimson, adding a little charm.

Arlo: "!!!"

She hurriedly stood up, dropped "I'm going to the bathroom", and ran away.

His deep laughter came from behind, magnetically hoarse and extremely seductive.

Arlo ran faster, and rushed to the bathroom with his head lowered. He stared at the mirror for five minutes, and did another ten minutes of psychological construction. Finally, his red cheeks returned to normal.

He took out the lipstick and powder in his bag to touch up his makeup, and cleaned himself up to look nothing out of the ordinary, except for some red and swollen lips that could not be concealed. Arlo took a deep breath and returned to the sofa in front of the window again.

In the center of the sofa, a man in a suit and leather shoes was still sitting on it. As soon as Arlo's eyes landed on his figure, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The man with his face full of teasing from before would only lean on him lazily, without a seated image. Only the real Ning Xuan, even in the soft sofa, would straighten his back, as if he was holding an important meeting.

Hearing the sound, the man looked sideways, his black eyes indifferent and calm.

The next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, he suddenly stood up and came to Arlo, pinching her chin, his face extremely ugly.

He spoke coldly, with a cold tone: "Just now, who did you go to see?"