Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

Song wanwei hurried forward to pick up the key: "thank you. I remember the way. You don't have to go upstairs. Take other guests."

The waiter nodded politely and left.

Song wanwei breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ruan Tingchen with a little complaint: "what did you do so loudly just now to let others see jokes? President Ruan wants to argue with someone who is married today?"

Ruan Tingchen turned to one side and stopped talking.

"OK, go upstairs and have a rest." song wanwei yawned again: "I'm almost sleepy."

Hearing the speech, Ruan Tingchen followed up. They went up to the third floor, found the room just now, and opened the door and went in.

"But the environment of the manor is really good. Even the room is so retro. It looks like a sugar turning art from the outside." song wanwei's occupational disease occurred. She quickly took out her mobile phone and wrote it down: "this idea is good. Then discuss it with Tingting and them."

Ruan Tingchen looked at Song wanwei's bow typing and couldn't help laughing. Her anger just disappeared.

He walked around the room and commented, "it's too small and old." he took two more steps: "the floor has been moving for so many years."

"It's normal for the old house to move a lot, but it must be solid. Don't worry." song wanwei was happy when she saw the spacious double bed and four retro bed columns. She jumped up and sighed, "it's really great here!"

Ruan Tingchen also came over. Seeing song wanwei's childish behavior, he laughed: "where is it like the mother of two children?"

"There is no standard for the identity of 'mother of two children'. I can do whatever I like." song wanwei drank some wine today, was sleepy again, and her words and deeds were a lot more casual.

Ruan Tingchen looked at her for a long time, and his heart was gradually coerced by a soft emotion.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Song wanwei's face: "there's no room for you tonight."

Sure enough, song wanwei's body stiffened, and then she slowly looked up at Ruan Tingchen: "in fact, if I call Yan Qing now..."

"I said casually, what do you want him to do!" Ruan Tingchen didn't think he was just teasing her, but he was defeated by the army. He gritted his teeth: "I didn't say what to do. I'm very tired today."

"Really?" song wanwei said, "but I'm not too sleepy now, so you go to wash and sleep first. I'll go to bed later."

Ruan Tingchen was silent for a long time and got up and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, he frowned: "there's not even hot water here."

"Really?" song wanwei sat in the soft seat, read the books in the room, smelled the speech and looked up: "the weather is a little cold now... Can't it be the problem of our room?"

"No." Ruan Tingchen came and sat next to song wanwei: "this old house has a single water supply system, and all rooms are the same."

Song wanwei suddenly thought that those who came here to attend the wedding were spoiled dignitaries. I'm afraid few people feel better tonight.

"What are your eyes?" Ruan Tingchen found song wanwei's unusual eyes.

"Nothing." song wanwei lowered her head and continued to turn the book: "just thinking, you thin skinned and tender rich people, it's hard tonight."

Ruan Tingchen opened his mouth to refute. Who knows that song wanwei spoke again: "didn't you say you were sleepy? Go to bed quickly. I'll go to bed later."

"I really can't do anything. I was just joking." Ruan Tingchen frowned and said, "you don't really think I'm the kind of person who takes advantage of the fire?"

"But I'm really not sleepy now." song wanwei said helplessly, "OK, I'll wash. Go to bed first."

Song wanwei washed her face with cold water, but she was more sober. When she came out, Ruan Tingchen had occupied half of the big bed. The quilt was pulled very high, only half of her face was exposed, her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes were cast a shadow by the soft light at the head of the bed.

It's most likable when it's quiet.

Song wanwei shook her head, sat back in the soft seat and continued to turn the book for a while.

At almost two o'clock in the morning, song wanwei heard a lot of noise downstairs. It is estimated that Yan Qing and Shao Mu are back. Their friends are expected to make trouble for a while.

So song wanwei closed the book and put it back in place. Then she lay on the bed with the light at the head of the bed, ready to fall asleep before the people were noisy.

Ruan Tingchen's bedside lamp was still on.

Song wanwei hesitated for a moment, then raised her body, crossed Ruan Tingchen with her upper body, stretched out her arm to press out the light.

In the dark, Ruan Tingchen's breathing was beside him.

They were covered in the same quilt, and the heat came slowly. Before long, song wanwei felt warm all over. Even if she washed with cold water just now, she didn't feel cold at all.

In such warmth, song wanwei's thoughts gradually blurred and went to sleep.

When song wanwei woke up again, she was not in the romantic dawn of the manor, but in the light of fire.

She was pushed to wake up, and when she woke up, her voice was dry and hot.

Impatiently, he opened his eyes, and Ruan Tingchen's worried face appeared in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" song wanwei asked vaguely.

"Get up, it's on fire here," Ruan Tingchen said in a low voice, with a trace of hoarseness and haste.

"What?" song wanwei almost woke up in an instant. She sat up with her eyes wide open. She felt that the room was like being roasted by fire. While her eyes were clear, her hearing also recovered. She heard screams from far and near for help.

"Put on your shoes and let's go out quickly." Ruan Tingchen looked very calm. He bent over and arranged the shoes that song wanwei kicked off casually before going to bed for her to put on. Then he went to the bedside and opened the curtains to see: "many people have escaped. Now the fire should be small, and we'll go quickly."

"HMM." originally, song wanwei was very flustered when she heard that there was a fire, but seeing Ruan Tingchen so calm, it seemed that it was not a big thing, she calmed down a lot. She thought it might be that the house was too old and there were fragrant candles in the room. Someone was curious and accidentally caused the fire.

After changing his shoes, Ruan Tingchen also came back. He took song wanwei's coat from the clothes hanging beside the bed, put it on her, and then took her out.

Song wanwei was going to push the door. Ruan Tingchen stopped her hand: "wait a minute."

He reached out and touched the door panel before opening the door: "let's go."

When they reached the door, they both stopped where they were.

Just now Ruan Tingchen touched the door panel to make sure that the fire didn't burn outside their door. Obviously, according to the temperature of the door, it didn't.

But the only channel that had been swallowed up by fire appeared in front of them.