Wolfish president: not to be your woman

Thinking of this, Gu Yaner stood up, looked down at him and said, "Ke Hezhe, if you don't like it, I'll take it off."

This should be in line with the style of Wu Yanran. Only in this way can Ke Hezhe believe that she is Wu Yanran.

But when she finished, Gu Yaner was startled.

Ke Hezhe's thin lips pursed, and the slightly curved radian had a hint of exploration. He was watching her.

Gu Yaner knew that if she didn't take off, the consequence must be his continued distrust.

But she really needs the name Wu Yanran to protect herself.

Beichi gently bit her lip. Gu Yaner made up her mind. Anyway, he had seen her all last night.

"Honey, do you want me to help you take it off?" he smiled gently. He was very gentle all night and brought her unusual romance and tenderness.

But this romance, this tenderness, is like the bright poppy. She knows that it can only be seen but not printed on her heart.

Otherwise, it is an addiction, which is difficult to eliminate.

Because the connection between her and him is only three months.

Maybe his abnormality is just to test?

It was her sudden reaction.

But this perception that just came back flustered her.

In order to stabilize her panic and prevent him from doubting her, she didn't answer his question directly, but put her finger on his shoulder, "Kezhe, I'm sleepy."

Now, instead of him taking off his pajamas for her, she was taking off his pajamas that had been half open for him.

Her heart jumped suddenly. Even after yesterday, she was still afraid to see him like this.

After taking off his, it's her.

She tried to make herself calm. When her fingers lifted the hem of her pajamas, the man in front of her still looked at her without any action.

That look seemed to be rejoicing in an artistic portrait.

In order to cover up her embarrassment, Gu Yaner fell into his arms as soon as her pajamas faded from her head.

All these actions are done at one go, but God knows how much courage it takes her.

Her heart was beating so hard that her skin had stuck to his.

Everyone knows what's going to happen next.

She slowly closed her eyes, "he Zhe, hold me."

When the soft voice floated out, she told herself that she was not Gu Yaner, she was Wu Yanran. With that name, she could get rid of her true self and only be a substitute for another woman.

Doubles, she only thought of this term at this moment.

But she was willing to be a double.

Ke Hezhe smiled leisurely, "Yan Ran, you're really interested."

With that, he leaned over and picked her up.

She thought he would take her to the bedroom.

But no, he first turned gracefully, and then gently put her on the sofa.

As soon as her body fell, Ke Hezhen's heavy man's breath brushed over, and his kiss immediately attacked her lips and tongue.

She was as clever as a cat and tried to respond to his wild kiss.

If there is no room for maneuver, then she is the moth that puts out the fire. If she can't find herself, she will release herself in front of him.

At this moment, she completely changed her appearance. She was really no longer Gu Yaner. She rolled on the sofa with his kiss.

Two people and four hands can't help igniting each other's heat in the exciting kiss.

The only difference is that she is green and astringent, while he belongs to proficiency and sophistication

That night, the dim light in the living room witnessed the madness and love between the two people.

When his breathing stopped and the night was waning, he had already completely released all his possessions in a low roar. When he hugged her and lay on the sofa, she was floating with a faint aroma of red wine. When he was full of heart, he finally took off his guard, hugged her waist and whispered, "sleep."

It is said that women are most likely to fall asleep after hitting love.

That night, she really fell asleep soon after his two words' sleep '.

Even forgot that there were some strange Ke Hezhe hugging her.

The mental burden of the past few days was submerged in sleep at this moment.

It's nice to fall asleep. You don't have to think or do anything.

If she can, she really wants to sleep all her life. This is her extravagant hope when she is going to sleep when she is conscious of chaos.

That night, the wall lights in the living room were on all the time.

But when Gu Yaner woke up, she was not on the sofa in the living room, but on the soft bed in the bedroom.

He was covered with a thin quilt.

On her side, he was no longer there, and only a corner was sunken in her sight, as if his residual temperature was still suffused.

Outside the window, the sun was just right. When she got up, a corner of a note was pressed under the ashtray on the bedside table on kehezhe's side.

When Gu Yaner unfolded, it was written with six words: I want to eat noodles in the evening.

There is a feeling like home. If there is no conspiracy, the six words above bring her warmth.

But she knew it wasn't.

I turned on the computer again, but there was no reply to her question in the email.

There is an intuition in my heart that everything is not so simple.

Uneasily, she opened her cell phone, which had been closed by her for two days. As expected, Peijun found one text message after another and missed calls.

Heart, when I see those text messages and missed calls, I already have no pain to add.

Time is still a long time from night. Looking at everything in the apartment, she doesn't know how to spend every minute of this unbearable.

But she has to find something to do.

Peijun, she suddenly missed him.

She took him down.

She owed him all her life.

While going to the supermarket to buy food ingredients, Gu Yaner picked up the public phone, and her fingers trembled to dial the group of phone numbers she was very familiar with.

As soon as the number was lost, Pei Jun immediately picked it up, "Yan'er, is that you? Where are you? Tell me where you are?"

The eager voice made Gu Yaner's already flustered heart more flustered. As soon as the phone in her hand fell, she hung up reluctantly.

She wanted to hear his voice, but she was afraid to hear him.

Unconsciously walking on the busy street, thinking about what happened in the past two days.

Perhaps, Ke Hezhe is not bad to her. At least, her relationship with him is quietly changing in a good direction.

His insult to her never came out again.

She still couldn't figure out what the purpose of that person to let her stay with Ke Hezhe was.

But she can only wait except waiting. She has no way.