Ning Meng, the young mistress-to-be, stayed over. Mu Nianqing was so happy that he tried to implement his evil plan for a month. Ning Meng's stomach showed no reaction, and he was ready to continue his efforts.
Who would have thought that Ning Meng would not cooperate this time, saying that he had something good going on and could not sleep with him. Mu Nianqing was a little disappointed and had to wait for the next opportunity.
"Okay, I'm very satisfied if I sleep with you in my arms," he said
"No" Ning Meng arrogantly refused, and Mu Nianqing went back to her room dejectedly.
Alone and unable to sleep, Ning Meng’s comforting phone call came
"Baby, I miss you, come and stay with me" Mu Nianqing acted coquettishly
Ning Meng said: "Do you miss me or the masked one-night stand heroine you met in San Francisco?"
Mu Nianqing stood up from her bed and couldn't help but said: "You, how did you know?" In her heart, she regretted telling Ying Zhen about this.
Now I finally understand that the two women are absolutely wearing jumpsuits to ventilate each other.
"If you don't want people to know, you have to do nothing, hum." Ning Meng hung up the phone very unhappily.
Mu Nianqing was startled for a moment, and it looked like she needed some coaxing, so she quickly made a call, but the phone was turned off.
Just as he was about to get out of bed and come to the door to apologize in person, he heard a knock on the door.
When she opened the door, Mu Nianqing was shocked.
A woman with red lips wearing a butterfly mask and a long black lining that highlighted her graceful figure gently touched his chest, her charming eyes were captivating.
Mu Nianqing couldn't help but retreat step by step with the strength of her fingers.
Isn't the woman in front of him the one-night stand girl he met in San Francisco? Butterfly mask, red lips, sexy black dress, full of charm
"Mong Meng" Mu Nianqing spoke hoarsely, with sobs in her throat.
Ning Meng didn't say anything until Mu Nianqing retreated to the bed, and then she leaned down. Mu Nianqing fell on the bed all of a sudden, looking like he was at a loss.
"It's you." Mu Nianqing reached out and took off Ning Meng's butterfly mask. When he first saw her, her lips were so similar, he should have thought it was her.
How could Ning Meng, who was usually cold and not charming at all, make him think that she was the passionate butterfly mask girl that night?
The surprise is so shocking. It turns out that the beginning of everything has a certain pattern. There is no unreasonable beginning and no unreasonable heartbeat.
Just because there are some inexplicable feelings in my heart, they arise naturally because they have been entangled in the past.