Chapter 3

Meng Wanyan spoke casually, her slender eyes raised upwards as if she was laughing, but she was full of provocation.

Zhao Zhixuan's face changed and her whole body was trembling. She clenched her fists and restrained herself from doing anything. Then she snorted, "It seems like you've tried it."

Meng Wanyan's lips were raised deeper and she raised her eyebrows slightly, with a charming look like nothingness: "Didn't Miss Zhao see countless people? Can't you even see this?"

The words of calm and gentle breeze belittled Zhao Zhixuan to nothing.

Zhao Zhixuan bit her lips, opened her eyes wide and looked at Meng Wanyan in surprise, as if she was extremely angry, and was about to pounce on her like crazy, "Meng Wanyan! You bitch!"

Xiaoxuan stopped in front of her, Meng Wanyan quickly retreated, and her back suddenly hit a hard and thick chest. Before she turned around, she fell into the man's straight and warm arms.

The person behind her was steadily slinging her waist, and her palm was separated by a thin T-shirt. The touch that could not be ignored was burning her skin.

A familiar and cold breath rushed over, warm and dangerous, Wanyan's heart was beating wildly. Seeing that Zhao Zhixuan's slap had already waved, the next second the man grabbed his wrist and then threw it out.

A woman's strength is one-tenth of a man's strength. Zhao Zhixuan was caught off guard and barely held onto the wall before she fell to the ground.

Zhao Zhixuan's eyes swept back and forth across the two of them. Seeing the man's cold and gloomy face, the tip of his heart trembled. The posture of his holding her wrist just now seemed to be able to break her arm with just a little force.

Zhao Zhixuan glared at Meng Wanyan with resentment, and then quickly left with her assistant.

Wanyan knew who was behind her, and she fell into those dark eyes that were silent as deep as a pool while struggling.

She stiffened all over. After reacting, she reached out to hit him, pinched him, and even stomped his feet hard, and her ears were red: "Have you hugged enough?"

Lu Yanqing pursed his lips, the clouds gathered between his eyebrows were restrained, and he slowly let go of his hand. The girl in front of him quickly turned around and pushed him away.

"Neuropathy!"

Wanyan's face was pale and bloodless. Perhaps he was angry with him. Her cheeks were stained with a touch of slightness, and her chest and chest were slightly undulating due to poor breathing.

He lowered his eyes, stared at her with his black eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled gently, his eyes were dry and his eyes were red.

The man leaned down like this, his warm palm easily clasped her wrist against the wall, and his tall and straight body surrounded her in the center like a wall, and his cold and sharp breath surrounded her.

At such a close distance, Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes and covered his dark and dense eyelashes, and his eyes caught her, leaving her with nowhere to retreat and nowhere to hide.

When Xiaoxuan saw this, she had already disappeared.

The man's eyes circulated unscrupulously on her, and the emotions between her eyebrows were tolerant and restrained.

Without delving into the emotions hidden in his eyes, Meng Wanyan clenched her fists and stared back at him without wishing to be outdone, with her lips curled up, and she said contemptuously: "What are Captain Lu doing?"

Lu Yanqing breathed, his eyes softened, and the sound of overflowing from his throat was hoarse and low, as if he had broken through the glacier and came from the deep sea.

"Yan'er."

The man leaned over, and Wanyan could even hear the strong heartbeat in his chest, and together with the two words he said, it scratched the delicate skin in her ears and hit her eardrum one by one.

Wanyan turned her head and avoided his deep and affectionate eyes, and her heart was trembling.

Her eyes were light and charming, charming and charming: "Why did Captain Lu call me that?

We're very familiar with each other?"

Lu Yanqing pursed his lips, and there seemed to be an emotional rolling in his black eyes. He swallowed his dry throat. His words turned, his voice was low and sexy: "You know that I have been in bed for five seconds, but I am not familiar with it?"

Meng Wanyan choked by him, snorted coldly between her nose, then bent her right knee and pushed her hard towards a certain position of the man.

Lu Yanqing's movements were faster, and his warm palm pressed down to block it. The girl seemed to have used all her strength, and her knees hit his palm a little painful.

This trick he taught her five years ago.

Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes and looked at her injured right foot, and finally took a step back like a compromise, let go of her and let her go.

When she was free, Meng Wanyan almost ran away, and she didn't care about the injury on her feet and quickly left someone's vision.

Lu Yanqing held the medicine box in his hand and leaned against the wall. As soon as he closed his eyes, the girl ran away in panic.

From the moment she met, she was like a hedgehog, aiming all her sharpness at him, like a stranger, but it was also a kind of protection.

Wanyan returned to the room and almost subconsciously locked the room. Her back was against the door, her hands were covered with her chest, her tight body and beating heart gradually calmed down, and her blood and energy seemed to be slowly drained at this moment.

What did Lu Yanqing want to play with her again?

A bastard who had been missing for five years for no reason, others said he was dead, but she didn't believe it, so she went crazy to look for it. Just when she believed in the result and had given up, the person appeared like a ghost again.

As soon as he spoke, she could throw away her armor.

This shouldn't be the case.

She was the one who was abandoned five years ago, so why did he call her "Yan'er".

Thinking of the old things, Wanyan frowned and her temples hurt one after another. The wound on her ankle was not applied. She ran too fast just now, and now she was green, purple and bloody.

She limped to the edge of the bed and went to the drawer to find cigarettes, but found the top layer of medicine. Only then did she remember Dr. Lin's instructions that she must quit smoking and drinking while taking the medicine.

Wanyan pulled away the cigarette, took out the smoking cessation candy in the innermost part of the drawer, squeezed out one and stuffed it into her mouth.

The cool and mint smell was the most familiar taste when she was in high school.

Lu Yanqing was both slutty and bad at that time, and she looked rebellious and ostentatious in her school uniform shirt, but the lines at the corners of her lips were very soft, and she always seemed to be smiling.

He knew that she hated the smell of cigarette the most, but he would kiss her every time he smoked, which made Meng Wanyan blush and furious before he could stop. Finally, he smiled and gave her a candy with his lips.

It's this taste, cold and clean, but cool to the bottom of my heart.

After staying in the bathroom for a long time, Meng Wanyan closed her eyes tightly, letting the cool water hit her head, and her body shivered, as if she was angry with her.

After coming out of the bathroom, the night was low, and a few stars were hanging in the endless night.

Wanyan changed into her pajamas, pressed her wet hair, and her whole body looked like a pierced balloon. Without support, she fell backwards and fell into the soft and warm mattress.

The late summer evening breeze had already brought some coolness, and the white gauze curtain was blowing up, like a dream, Meng Wanyan lay down straight, without even the strength to blow her hair. After a while, a knock on the door sounded outside the door.

Wanyan thought it was Xiaoxuan, so she touched the phone beside her, found the familiar avatar, and sent her a WeChat message: [Xiaoxuan, don't bother me for the time being.

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I don’t know if the other party received the message, but the knock on the door stopped.

Wanyan turned over, pulled a pillow, buried her pale face in the soft pillow, and was so tired that she was drowsy.

The cold wind outside the window blew on his body after taking a shower, and the coldness became worse. Wanyan shivered and when she was touching the quilt in a daze, she heard the extremely light footsteps coming from her ears.

The voice was faintly unobservable, more like an illusion. She was very alert, turned over and raised her eyes, and directly hit the shadow that jumped down from the balcony.

The man is familiar with the windows and doors. This is the third floor, not at all.

"Who asked you to come in!"

Meng Wanyan held the pillow and blocked her face, frowned and stared at him tightly, her guarded eyes were like a thorn.

When Lu Yanqing saw her wet hair, dark eyes were deep, and the corners of her lips were tightened. He immediately opened the medicine box in his hand. His voice was cold but with an indeceptible gentleness.

"I'm not relieved, come and have a look."

He knocked on the door just now, and no one opened it. The assistant named Xiaoxuan was downstairs again. He only remembered that the injury on her foot had not been treated yet, so he simply climbed into the window.

Meng Wanyan sneered, sat upright, then picked up the quilt and wrapped her upper body tightly, her two straight and slender legs exposed, and her skin was as bright as mutton fat.

"I haven't seen each other for five years. I didn't expect Captain Rudd's ability to climb windows has not changed at all."

The girl smiled with her wet and messy black hair, her lips curled up, but her eyes were cold, which made her sarcastic.

Lu Yanqing knew that she was unhappy, and listened to her sarcasm, and had no other thoughts in her heart, only heartache.

The man in front of him bent his bow and knees, half squatted beside the bed, and his wide and warm palms directly held her white and tender feet.

Wanyan's feet are very small, and her skin is as white as if coated with a good layer of porcelain glaze. In contrast, his palm can wrap her feet with just a slight grip, which invisibly makes people feel more willing to protect.

The man's palm was pressed against her feet, burning her skin, and the burning temperature spread from the soles of his feet into his limbs and bones, reaching his heart.

Lu Yanqing skillfully opened a box of medicine and carefully helped her with the wound on her ankle. Meng Wanyan looked at him expressionlessly, wondering when this person's affectionate scene would be performed.

The girl quietly said nothing, and Lu Yanqing applied medicine to her silently. Her handsome and tough facial features became deeper and more transparent under the light.

He knew the task he was carrying out this time, but he didn't expect to meet Wanyan here.

The explosion of the gas tank was not an accident but a man-made one. Lu Yanqing couldn't even imagine the consequences at that time. If they came one step later, the second explosion would leave the crew without a reply.

Thinking of this, his movements paused, Qinghei's eyes were filled with gentleness and fear. He rolled his Adam's apple, lowered his head silently, and his thin and soft lips gently kissed her instep.

The man in front of him knelt on one knee and bowed his head almost devoutly to kiss her instep.

Wanyan's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and her senses were a little dull. After a brief palpitations, her expression was still calm and cold. The light fell into her eyes, and she could not see any emotion.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice was as cold as usual. The moment she pulled her feet back, she was tightly held by the man, like a solid iron lock, and she refused to let her go.

The two seemed to be competing in secret, one side held a white son and the other side held a black son, testing each other, Lu Yanqing seemed to want to know more about how much he occupies in Wanyan's heart now.

The atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

Meng Wanyan took advantage of his unpreparedness and bent her knees and stepped straight towards the part below him, but was caught by the alert man.

Lu Yanqing raised her eyes, and her face was full of dark pupils. He licked his dry lips. The curve of the corners of his lips was fleeting. His voice was low and gentle, and there was a trace of helplessness hidden.

He said, "Come again?"

Wanyan's eyebrows and eyes were light, and her eyes were raised, and she was very calm: "What?

Scared?"

Lu Yanqing looked at her deeply, lowered her head three seconds later, and rubbed her warm fingertips against her slightly swollen wound.

His tone was very light, as if he was murmured: "What are my disciples afraid of?"
Chapter completed!