You are my trial marriage honey wife

Because Ann Ruocheng drank wine, Xiaomei offered to drive by herself.

The man sat in the co driver's seat, sipping his lips all the way without saying a word, as if he were the one who was concentrating on driving, completely ignoring the people sitting next to him.

Anning was so tired that she had fallen asleep in the back seat.

Xiaomei looked out of the window and finally was about to get to the hospital.

Anning is still in hospital. He took him out to eat secretly today. The doctor will make a ward round tomorrow morning to do the most basic examination for him.

So we still have to take him back to the hospital.

Although an Ruocheng didn't speak all the way, she cooperated. She parked her car at the inpatient department. After the temporary parking space, he took Anning and got off the bus.

Xiaomei hurried to follow up.

Looking at this proud and charming man who said nothing, her mood, ah, can't tell what it's like.

After finally settling the little guy down and telling the nurse on duty to take good care of him, the two left.

Originally, Xiaomei wanted to stay with Anning, but she thought that Ann Ruocheng could not drive at all after drinking. Only she could take him back, so she followed him without saying anything.

Another speechless journey.

Xiaomei is very rational. At this time, an Ruocheng is sulking. She'd better not provoke him.

However, she didn't say she couldn't provoke without provoking.

After the car drove out of the noisy city, an Ruocheng suddenly said, "stop."

Xiaomei subconsciously stepped on the brake and the car stopped by the side of the road.

She looked at him sideways and asked suspiciously, "what's the matter? Is there something wrong? Want to vomit? "

She guessed, tenderly rolling down the window of the co driver's seat for him.

Ann Ruocheng twitched slightly at the corner of her mouth, stared at her, suddenly opened the door and got out of the car.

Xiaomei feels inexplicable and doesn't know what he wants.

Instead of walking away, he walked around the front of the car to the driver's side, opened the door, leaned over and untied her seat belt.

The man's body has a faint smell of wine and smoke, which is not as bad as when ordinary people are infected with these flavors. On the contrary, it adds a touch of unique charm to him.

Xiaomei's heart beat a little faster.

The man in front of him untied her seat belt, pulled her out of the car, took her to the co pilot's seat and stuffed her in.

And he strode to the driver's seat, got in the car, fastened his seat belt and started the car.

“……”

When Xiaomei recovered, she had heard the sound of a car on fire.

She blinked and hurriedly said to him, "you can't drive after drinking. Or shall I... "

"I'm not drunk." Ann Ruocheng said in a cool voice, not in a hurry to start the car. Instead, she saw the woman beside her, quiet for a few seconds, moved her lips and spit out a few words, "stay away from the man."

The noise is cold, the eyes are sharp, like venting and warning.

Xiaomei was stunned and quickly reflected that the "man" in his words meant aro.

She looked at him firmly and asked subconsciously, "are you warning me or still?"

An Ruocheng held the steering wheel, his hand suddenly shook, clenched his palm and stared at her angrily.

Xiaomei looked at him fearlessly and tit for tat. It's not like the perfect human design shown these days. It's still a bit of her nature.

Tonight, she is a little different. She will be jealous and teach provocative rivals a sharp lesson.

In this way, she is a living, flesh and blood woman who deeply loves him.

Ann Ruocheng's eyes gradually became blurred and gentle.

The car was still ringing and didn't start. He released his hand holding the steering wheel, untied his seat belt, and slowly leaned over to approach the woman next to him.

As the man approached, the warm breath sprayed wine on her face. Xiaomei couldn't help clutching her tight seat belt and looked at the man closer and closer.

His eyelashes are long and curly, which completely kills the group of small fresh meat in the entertainment circle who call themselves eyelash essence.

Xiaomei looked at him nervously, breathed and suddenly said, "an Ruocheng, I'm not Gu still."

At the moment of hearing her words, an Ruocheng's action suddenly froze.

His lips were less than two centimeters away from her, so he suddenly stopped.

Xiaomei's breath seemed to stop, and her eyes looked at him tightly, like a frightened deer.

This is the closest they have been to in recent days.

Although she said she was still a perfect personality, she loved him instead of her.

But he still distinguished them very clearly and never approached her.

Although they all use the same body, they don't need personality. I'm afraid they pay more attention to soul communication in his heart.

If it weren't for the heavy personality he loved, he wouldn't be moved even if he lay beside him every night.

But tonight, even Ann Ruocheng doesn't know what's wrong with her.

Seeing Xiaomei's excellent performance and Xiaomei's jealousy for him, he once mistook her for his little wife and couldn't help but want to get close to her.

He admitted that he just couldn't help but want to kiss her and taste her beauty.

However, at the moment when she suddenly said "I'm not still", his blood seemed to freeze in an instant, and the whole person woke up.

"Sorry." An Ruocheng said impolitely, removed his body, sat up straight, looked ahead, gasped slightly, and couldn't breathe smoothly for a long time.

Xiaomei recovered faster than him.

At that moment, in fact, she didn't have to remind him, but she didn't have the heart.

She is still, not still, even she doesn't know who she is.

What she can't bear is to see him fascinated by himself and forget her feelings for him. What she can't bear is that she has been regarded as a substitute?

This mood is very tangled.

Fortunately, she is a perfect personality Xiaomei, and nothing can defeat her.

She soon perked up and looked at the man beside her.

Seeing that he was still flushed and panting heavily, he couldn't help but tilt the corners of his mouth slightly and lean towards him.

"Although I'm not still, I can't let you down, but I can take the initiative to devote myself."

When she said this, her slender white fingers gently stroked his face, slipped bit by bit, slid over his chin, his neck and came to his chest.

Through the thin cloth, I felt his heart beating violently.

The smile on the corner of her mouth was more obvious.

Suddenly, an Ruocheng grabbed her hand, looked suddenly heavy, and said in a dumb voice: "goblin. You are really not her. She won't be like you. "

When he said this, his eyes were clear. He glanced at her lightly, released her hand, fastened his seat belt with a deep complexion, started the car and continued to move forward.