Just as he was thinking about these things that had gone away, the sound of knocking on the door interrupted Wen Weichen's memories. He hurriedly put the phone in his hand back into his pocket, then walked to the door and opened it.
Cheng Mengying pushed Wen Weichen away and looked inside the room, and then said with a serious face: "Why is it locked? Did you do something bad?"
Wen Weichen stepped forward and hugged Cheng Mengying's shoulders, taking her into the study and walking around: "We'll know after checking, Mom, I just want to handle my work quietly."
Lei Xiaoman who was outside the door also followed in. Women are naturally more sensitive. She could feel that Wen Weichen had something on his mind. I was afraid that these worries would be related to Jiang Xiyan. However, she still smiled and put her arm around Cheng Mengying.
Arms, acting like a good girl: "Aunt, Wei Chen is working, let's go downstairs and chat, don't disturb him."
Cheng Mengying just liked Lei Xiaoman's well-behaved look. She glanced at Wen Weichen, her eyes full of blame. This unsatisfactory son did not want such a good wife, but he still fell in love with Jiang Xi who was a dragster.
Yan: "You, you should spend more time with Xiaoman. You are working all day and night. Your dad was not as busy as you before."
Wen Weichen understood Cheng Mengying's thoughts. He had tried his best to deal with this mother. Although he was a little impatient, he still coaxed her with a smile on his face. After all, he was the one who took away everything from his son: "Mom
, how many countries does the company's business involve now? Dad is giving me all the burden so that he can romance with you."
Cheng Mengying also laughed when she heard this. She took Lei Xiaoman's hand and put it into Wen Weichen's hand. Although she liked to hear flattery, she couldn't sit still and forget about serious things. The sooner this happens, the better.
: "I'm going to play cards with your Aunt Ma, and I'll leave Xiaoman here for dinner in the evening. You take her to your room to have a look. It's been so long, and Xiaoman hasn't seen your apartment yet."
Wen Weichen sighed helplessly. Mengying knew his heart, but she still couldn't accept Jiang Xiyan and Jiang Ziyue. It seemed that he should take them back to England in advance, and his identity would be revealed sooner or later.
Exposed, he didn't want to see the embarrassment he would face at that time: "Mom, go ahead, I'll just let Xiaoman wait for you here. What's so interesting about a grown man's bedroom?"
Before Cheng Mengying could speak, Lei Xiaoman said smoothly: "I haven't seen it yet. I'll go and take a look."
Cheng Mengying smiled and dragged the somewhat reluctant Wen Weichen towards his room.
Almost all the furnishings in the house are in dark colors, giving it a depressing feeling. Even the curtains on the windows don't have a hint of sunshine.
Lei Xiaoman looked at this man's bedroom and could see that although he was sunny and cheerful outside, he was still blocked by things or objects inside. A person's residence can radiate his truest thoughts.
Cheng Mengying pushed Wen Weichen into the room, and after winking with Lei Xiaoman, she exited the room and kindly closed the door for them.
Lei Xiaoman's body exuded a rose-like fragrance, and Wen Weichen followed her. The fragrance made him daydream, and his eyes seemed to have been replaced by Jiang Xiyan's smile.
Wen Weichen shook his head, and Lei Xiaoman's face returned to his eyes.
Lei Xiaoman looked at Wen Weichen and didn't expect this kind of fragrance to have such an effect so quickly. It seemed that Cheng Mengying was really too anxious for her son to find a wife to get rid of Jiang Xiyan.
Stepping forward to hold Wen Weichen's arm, the smile on Lei Xiaoman's face was full of charm, and the embarrassment of being insulted could no longer be found on her face: "Weichen, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? I
Let me help you take a rest."
Wen Weichen let Lei Xiaoman support him and sit on the bed. Lei Xiaoman's heart-wrenching eyes looked straight at him. The fragrance in the air became stronger and stronger. He was fascinated by this fragrance and inhaled it deeply.
In one breath: "Xiaoman, why am I so dizzy? What are you wearing?"
Lei Xiaoman took a step back. This man's keen awareness made her a little scared: "Oh... I'm wearing a rose sachet. Don't you like the smell? Then I'll take it off."
Wen Weichen waved his hand. His mind was a little blurry. The shadows of Jiang Xiyan and Lei Xiaoman kept flashing in front of him, making it difficult for him to tell who was who: "No, you go out first, I will rest for a while."
Lei Xiaoman did not listen to Wen Weichen's words, but sat on the sofa not far from the bed. There were not many opportunities like this, and her heart ached. Even if she went to bed, this man would not want her, and that would satisfy her.
A wish of hers, to be with the man she loves, that is what she longs for most.
The aroma on the tip of his nose made Wen Weichen want to move. An unknown fire flew upwards in his body. He wanted to distract himself to relieve it, but in his mind, Jiang Xiyan's figure, her graceful figure, and her thin pink lips were all over the place.
attracted him.
Lei Xiaoman walked to Wen Weichen and sat down, closed his eyes slightly, put her red lips on his lips gently.
The warm and wet feeling made Lei Xiaoman reluctant to leave.
Wen Weichen also lost himself in these lips. Jiang Xiyan still had a smile on her face, seeming to tempt him to be wanton with her. Her hands unconsciously held Lei Xiaoman in her arms, deepening the kiss.
The overwhelming kiss made Lei Xiaoman's heartbeat quicken and his breathing quicken. The smells of the two of them were mixed together, and they couldn't distinguish their respective breaths. At this moment, he only knew that this kind of kiss could no longer solve the desire in his body.
Lei Xiaoman climbed up to Wen Weichen's neck, bringing his kiss closer to her. The suspender skirt was in Wen Weichen's hands, and the straps fell to the middle of her arms. The beauty on her chest was looming, attracting those who cherish flowers to pick.
Wen Weichen pushed Lei Xiaoman down on the bed, kissed her from her lips to her neck, tasted it carefully, and licked it slowly. The hand on Lei Xiaoman's chest also increased its intensity, and there was an unbearable pain in it.
The words are itchy.
Everything was going on smoothly, but Wen Weichen couldn't resist the fragrance of confusion. He shouted Jiang Xiyan's name and sent all the love words he wanted to say into Lei Xiaoman's ears.
Lei Xiaoman's tears fell on the pillow cover, and her heart died. At this moment, she gained her lover and lost her lover at the same time.
Tomorrow, after tomorrow, she will no longer belong here. America may be her new beginning, where she will try to forget the joy and pain this man has given her.
"Goodbye, love." Lei Xiaoman waved his hand in front of Wen Weichen: "You won't remember me. Likewise, I will try to forget you. Even if I can't forget, I will look at you from a distance.
You, you must be happy."
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