On the dance floor, ambiguity filled everyone's souls.
In the villa, the lights reflect the lonely shadow...
"Young mistress, young master, he..."
When she saw Wen Nuan put down her phone with a look of deep disappointment on her face, Sister Ping's voice was filled with sighs.
The young mistress was happy all afternoon. This was the happiest time since she got married. While making soup, she even couldn't help humming a song.
well--
It's a pity that their young master doesn't know how to cherish this love.
"The phone is turned off."
Wen Nuan tried to hide the bitterness in his heart with a smile, but it had the opposite effect.
Sometimes laughing is harder than crying. The smile she held back betrayed the pain in her heart.
"I'll be back in the evening."
What he said was a solemn statement, but it was actually just a casual statement.
Looking at the food that was gradually cooling down, Nuan Nuan couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Sister Ping, I'm a little tired. Let's go upstairs first."
Not wanting others to see the tears on her face, she picked up a tissue and casually wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes when Sister Ping and Xiaomi were not around. Nuan Nuan ran upstairs as if she was running away.
After taking out my notebook and looking at the website in boredom, I saw what a netizen said. Nuan Nuan suddenly felt that I was extremely stupid.
"To capture a man's heart, you must capture his stomach. It has already been OUT.
What is popular nowadays is that to capture a man’s heart, you must capture his quilt!”
Looking at the quilt, tears fell down her cheeks again.
She couldn't grasp his stomach, nor his quilt...
They basically sleep on two separate quilts. They are close at hand, but they are so far apart...
"I lost."
The hot feeling in his lower abdomen became more and more intense. Leng Yan suddenly pushed away the woman who was teasing her, took out a wad of money from his pants pocket and stuffed it into her hand almost roughly, took his suit with a big step and left.
This woman is an expert at flirting. She should also be good at bed work.
However, today, he just wanted to have fun and was not in the mood for a real "war".
"Master, you are back, why are you drinking and driving again?" When Sister Ping was about to put away the food, she finally heard the sound of a car, and soon a tall figure walked in with a slight smell of alcohol.
"The car is driven by Xiao Jing." Leng Yan replied expressionlessly, unbuttoning his shirt and walking upstairs.
"Master..."
Sister Ping hesitated to speak. Looking at the large table of dishes, she finally couldn't help but said: "My young lady made a large table of dishes for you today..."
"I've eaten." Interrupting Sister Ping's words, Leng Yan took a few steps upstairs and opened the door drunkenly.