Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 578 Meeting in the bathroom, looking at each other without words (one more)

  He Huai called someone, but the young master bossed him around, but his group of friends from the second generation ancestors quite bought it.

  He Ling took the room card at the front desk and took the elevator to the corresponding floor.

  Find the corresponding room, beep—

  Swipe card to enter.

   Habitually checked the door lock, and after making sure it was locked, he went into the bathroom with confidence.

   Thinking that He Huai's side should not be so fast, he simply took a hot bath with the aloe vera essential oil provided in the room.

  The fragrance of aloe vera fills the entire bathroom, and the hot water dispels fatigue.

  After a quarter of an hour, clatter—

  The woman got up from the bathtub, raised her legs and stepped out, and stood under the disheveled head.

  After taking a shower, I pulled the towel to dry off the water, and wrapped my body skillfully.

  The next second, he raised his head inadvertently, but suddenly met a pair of complicated and deep eyes in the mirror.

  Xu Jinsheng!

   Immediately a shock, when did he come?

  Looking at each other, after a moment of rigidity, the woman slowly relaxed her body. She stood quietly with her back facing him in front of the European-style carved washstand, only wearing a white towel, and raised her chin slightly, revealing a bit of arrogance.

  The bathroom door was wide open, and when the smooth mirror surface was cold, it was gradually covered with a layer of water mist, blurring the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the mirror.

   No one can see who.

  The air is still filled with a faint fragrance of aloe vera, which is like a dream, with a kind of seductive and profound magic power.

  He Ling never looked back, but lowered her eyelids, making it impossible for people to see her true emotions.

  In and out of the mirror, the man's eyes are always glued to the woman's face and body, as if he can't get enough of it.

  Three years...

  He was thinking, thinking, thinking, disappointed again and again, recovered again and again, disappointed again, recovered again.

   Like a timed spell, it can't kill him, but tortures him.

   Don't want to die, but torture your heart!

  He Ling only took the first glance, then quickly looked away, and finally simply lowered her eyes, leaving no trace of the man in the corner of her eye.

  Even if it is so strict, those memories of the past are still triggered instantly, like pressing a switch, playing back in my mind over and over again.

  Five years of marriage, stay together.

  Even if there is no love, memories are accumulated.

  The bits and pieces that the two used to get along with each other are more like a deep-rooted habit, which can be controlled or gradually forgotten, but it is difficult to quit.

   Once, they were lovers and partners.

   Today, they are the most familiar strangers.

   When we met, we were speechless.

   "A Ling..." The deep and hoarse voice is full of sighs and full of nostalgia.

   Flowing in a quiet bathroom, inexplicably sexy.

  He Ling must admit that no matter eight years ago or eight years later, Xu Jinsheng is an excellent and impeccable man.

  It's a pity that there are many things that are impeccable, but few things that are perfect in the end.

   "A Ling..." He called out again.

   Take half a step forward to shorten the distance between the two.

  The next second, the man's lingering eyes flicked over the woman's face, and he suddenly leaned over, placing his chin on her shoulder. Seen from behind, he looked like a couple embracing each other intimately.

  The man tilted his head, barely passing by.

   "Enough." The woman said coldly.

   Instead of listening, Xu Jinsheng hugged her even tighter.

  The man is like a coquettish wild dog, the soft hair touches her skin.

   "A Ling, don't treat me like this..."

   "Let go."

   "Please...my heart hurts..."

   Self-mockery flashed in the woman's eyes, and a sarcastic smile bloomed on her lips, like a coquettish rose, beautiful but also piercing.

   "Distressed? Will you?" Her eyes were cold, hiding too much complexity and helplessness.

  Xu Jin gave a pause, then buried his face in her shoulders, wrapped his arms around He Ling, and refused to let go.

   "What am I in your eyes? Plants? Rocks? Ice? Why do you think I won't be sad or in pain?"

  He Ling didn't respond, nor was he very moved.

  Just stood there stiffly, letting him hug him forcefully.

  There was no special expression on Leng Ruo Bingshuang's face. She had questioned her in the same way before, and Xu Jinsheng gave her the response, and now He Ling returned it to him intact!

   "Why don't you talk?"

  He Ling hooked her lips: "Didn't you do the same before?"

  The man's whole body stiffened suddenly, his hands and feet became cold, reaching his heart.

   "...you hate me," his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his voice was dry, he nodded, tears flashed in his eyes, "you should."

   "Let go, our current relationship is not suitable for such intimate actions."

   "Hold on."

  He was reluctant.

  After looking forward to it for three years, he finally embraced her in his arms. Xu Jinsheng knew that he couldn't let her go for the rest of his life.

   "President Xu, please respect yourself!"

  The alienated and indifferent "Mr. Xu" instantly widened the distance between the two of them.

  She looked at him coldly from the other end, leaving him on the other end, heart-piercing and painful.

  The man's eyes were filled with scarlet, he grabbed the woman's wrist, pulled her hard, and pulled her over to face him.

  This is the true sense of four eyes facing each other, and each can look into each other's eyes.

  He Ling has no expression on his face, his eyes are cool.

  Xu Jinsheng couldn't accept such indifference, as if he was just an irrelevant stranger to her!

   Bow your head, lean over...

  The man's warmth suddenly approached, He Ling frowned, and stretched out her hand to push: "Xu Jinsheng, you have improved a lot, and you have learned to force women?!"

   "Shut up!" He raised his hand to pinch her chin, with a ferocious expression and frantic eyes, "I haven't seen you in three years, Mr. Xu is on the left, and Xu Jinsheng is on the right? You want to disassociate yourself from me?"

   He Ling gritted her teeth.

   With a sneer in his eyes, he paused every word: "You, dream, dream."

  He Ling's heart suddenly trembled, she didn't want to entangle her any longer, and tried to break free from the man's embrace.

  Xu Jinsheng remained motionless, 188 tall like a tall city wall lying in front of her, his eyes were cold, and the words from his mouth were as cold as ice: "What do you call me?!"

  He Ling looked at him, sneered, turned his head away, unmoved.

   It was only the next moment that she was pulled back severely, forcing her to meet his eyes.

  Because the man suddenly tightened his strength, the woman suffered from pain and resisted the urge to scream. Her beautiful black eyebrows were tightly frowned, and her face gradually became pale and no longer rosy.

  He didn't speak, and she didn't speak, and the two of them were deadlocked like this.

   One second.

  Three seconds.

  Five seconds.

   Ten seconds passed.

   "Ah Sheng..." The strength of the men and women were not on the same level, and finally He Ling was defeated. With red lips opening and closing, he spit out two words that looked like a dream.

  She is stubborn, but she also understands the principle of being flexible.

  Xu Jinsheng is going to go crazy, she doesn't need to confront a lunatic head-on.

   A sentence of "A Sheng" successfully calmed the man down, and his strength gradually became gentler.

   How long have you not heard?

  Three years...

   No, she stopped calling him that way earlier...

  After years of absence, Xu Jinsheng actually had the urge to cry when he heard it again.

  The hand that clamped her jaw slowly relaxed, cautiously, like a child treating a beloved toy, the childish movements silently expressing the joy in a man's heart.

   "Call again..." He couldn't help getting closer, and the two of them were breathing very close.

  He Ling sneered, and the angry light in his eyes flourished.

While the man was relaxing, she turned around and picked up the shower nozzle, and sprayed it at Xu Jinsheng: "Have you gone crazy enough? What right do you have to break in, and what right do you have to force me?! In the past, when we were not divorced, you Even if you can't, now that you're divorced, you don't even have this right!"

  The man's eyes darkened suddenly, and he grabbed the shower head from her hand and threw it into the bathtub. Regardless of how wet his whole body was, he opened his mouth and bit.

   "...Just because I am your husband! You are my wife!"

  He Ling gasped, her face changed slightly, and she blurted out the word "roll".

  Xu Jinsheng sneered: "Only you dare to talk to me like that! Only you can make me so angry and go crazy, like a mad dog!"

   It is self-loathing, self-abandonment, and love and hatred for her.

   "Calm down!"

   "I can't **** calm down—"

  He Ling was silent for a moment, suddenly, a wet chill came from her neck.

That is-

   Tears?

   No... Impossible...

  Why would Xu Jinsheng cry?

  When they quarreled back then, he didn't cry; when they divorced, he didn't show any sadness; now, after being separated for so long, he is crying?

   So the answer is D!

  (end of this chapter)