"mine."

The word "cold" fell.

The girl supported the door edge with one hand, leaned there, staring at the delivery guy.

The delivery guy was really embarrassed and apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, I misread the house number."

He apologized while handing the takeaway to Ranbai.

"It's okay." Ranbai reacted quite lightly. He took the takeaway and placed it casually on the cabinet at the door of the room.

After the delivery guy left,

The only two of them were left in the corridor.

Ranbai was about to go back to the room, but suddenly he heard the gentle and plain voice of the man.

"Miss Song." He thoughtful, as elegant and gentle as ever, asked her: "Is it interesting?"

Ranbai turned around and looked at Wen Haoqing.

He had a good appearance and was naturally gentle, which made people feel like a gentleman hidden in the mountains and forests when they saw it.

In this slightly impetuous and rapid development era, it is a rare young man who is not arrogant or impatient, deep and restrained, and the words "warm and elegant" are as if he has been integrated into his bones.

"Mr. Wen thinks, I did it on purpose?" Ranbai looked at him.

The man's face was always calm, clearly with the peach blossom eyes that contained love, always with a deep and indifferent meaning, and his eyes outlined a bit of affectionate and unfaithful heart. His tone sounded very patient, perfect like a gentleman, but his words were a little ruthless: "Ms. Song should understand, I don't believe in coincidence."

"Mr. Wen." Ranbai smiled, his smile was a little real and fake, and his tone sounded a little cold: "I admit that I do have some intentions for you, but I'm not so bored."

"It's better." Wen Haoqing was calm and spoke calmly, but unfortunately he couldn't hear any apology from his tone: "If I offended Miss Song just now, I'm sorry."

The girl's voice is unknown: "Does Mr. Wen know what is intentional?"

She bumped into the man's eyes, as if intertwined with the indifference of always loftyness. It was easy to see through these eyes the cold and gratitude of the scene on the rainy night in my memory.

Then in the next second, he suddenly approached and pressed the man's cold and thin wrist with one hand, pushed the person directly into the room behind him, and threw the door onto the door, making a "pop" sound, isolating the lights in the corridor, and pressing the actor against the wall next to him, and moving it was only a few moments.

The two were so close that they were almost entangled with breathing. Such movements were faintly ambiguous.

"This is intentional." Ranbai pressed Wen Haoqing against the wall, smiling arrogantly, with charming eyebrows and eyes, and said in his ear, blowing a breath, looking like a kiss from a distance, with a wild tone.

Wen Haoqing's back hit the wall, and the girl's temperature came straight through, at an unprecedented close distance. Her posture was inappropriate and ambiguous. Such abrupt and ambiguous movement was placed on him without damaging his gentle and elegant aura, with half-blocking eyes and dark and unclear.

The actor half-hung his thin eyelids, looked at the girl in front of him quietly, slowly clamped her wrist, and pushed away without any force, and then pressed the girl down on the wall next to him, covering it with a slender shadow, and a cool and seductive fragrance lingered.

He blocked the light, his long eyelashes were half hanging, and his eyes were as dark as ink, which was inexplicably dangerous.

"Late at night, hotel, or suite..." Wen Haoqing opened his thin lips lightly, and his voice was born with affectionate and affectionate, and he was so low that he was almost immersed in the hearts of people, bewitching people's hearts and extremely gentle: "Ms. Song is so relieved to live in the same room with a man in such a posture."

His tall figure pressed against her almost no distance, and the hot breath tightly separated the thin shirt's material.

Ranbai raised his eyes slightly and could see the movie emperor's snow-white and solemn collar. The buttons meticulously covered his collarbone. The Adam's apple was sexy in curve, and the lines clearly extended inexplicably confusing people.

The light in the room was dim, adding a bit of a blurry atmosphere.

Wen Haoqing chuckled softly, but there was not much wave, and no one knew what he was laughing at. Like him, the abyss is still and the still water flows deep, making people unable to guess or touch it.

When the final sound of the actor dissipated, he seemed to be intoxicating with sake. He gently raised the girl's jaw with his fingertips, and forced her to look up at him with white chin. The offensive and tough movements could not tell much abruptness on him. Instead, he neutralized three points because of his calm and calm temperament. His gaze was gentle as if he was looking at an ignorant child, but his deep ink eyes were contradictory and powerful aggressive.

"Ms. Song isn't afraid that I will do something or want to happen."

The voice that fell in her ear, her tone was as polite as a gentleman, gradually fading between her lips and teeth.

"Mr. Wen said so." Ranbai could see the man's eyebrows and eyes blurred against the light, and the outlines were deeper and more handsome. She smiled indifferently, with her eyes curled up like a fairy who turned into a human form in the mountains and forests. Her tone was casual and natural: "It seems that it's not a loss to sleep with the actor, right?"

Wen Haoqing lowered her eyes, her eyes were a little light, and she pinched her dyed chin with one hand. The skin touched by her fingertips was indescribable and delicate, and very strange.

She was trapped in front of the wall by the actor, with a three-pointed smile without any panic, "But fans say that the gentleman is a gentleman, how could he do such a thing?"

But at this moment, the senior actor, who has always been gentlemanly, pressed her against the wall.

Even so, the gentleman's eyes were still calm and calm, well-dressed, and elegantly abstinent.

"Of course I feel relieved about Mr. Wen." Ranbai said, and reached out to grab Wen Haoqing's cold white wrist bone, pressed his finger to his lips, and took a bite, leaving a light bite mark. Thinking of what the original owner had done, she calmly pushed Wen Haoqing away, and her tone was calm: "You noble man forgets so much, and you don't seem to remember. This is the second time."

The fingertips sting for a moment, the actor's attitude was gentle and plain, and he let her moves go. He took his hand back and asked thoughtfully: "Is that true?"

"It's just that I didn't get close to you last time." Ranbai smiled and said nothing.

This kind of thing happened too many times, and Wen Haoqing never paid attention to what Ran Bai said.

"The little one is young and ignorant, so it's understandable." The actor's tone was low and restrained, with a calm and calm attitude, as if he was a kind of indulgence and etiquette. He took this topic lightly, obviously he didn't want to say more, and he was not interested in it.

There is no fluctuation in emotions.

"But..." He seemed to be thinking about something, his fingertips brushed across the corner of Ranbai's eyes, looking at her, his eyes were born to be flirted without knowing it, too quiet and elegant, but the words he said made Ranbai want to fight in minutes, as if he was gentle: "Why didn't he cry when he meets today?"
Chapter completed!