1126. The Affair of the Sons and Daughters of the Huangfu Family 78
"You..." Han Yunuo looked at Song Wan speechlessly.
Why is this woman so venomous? She is obviously eloquent, but when it comes to Song Wan, she is nothing compared to the big witch.
Suddenly, Han Yunuo's eyes darkened, looking at Song Wan's soft and quiet profile. Under the thin cheeks, there was a graceful neck. Even from his own angle, he could see the rounded collarbone.
Han Yunuo suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth.
He shook his head and got rid of the overwhelming thoughts that came to his mind.
How could I have feelings for Song Wan, and it was just a side look.
You know, I have always liked women with hot figures and plump breasts.
On the other hand, Song Wan's small body and flat figure did not meet her requirements at all.
The irritability in his heart deepened, and Han Yunuo became impatient, pulled his tie, ordered a glass of red wine, and drank it slowly.
The bright red liquid was slightly sweet and slightly cold. After entering my stomach, I felt less irritated.
Han Yunuo kept telling herself that he must have had water in his head just now, otherwise how could he have such thoughts just now.
When Song Wan turned around inadvertently, she saw that Han Yunuo looked very uncomfortable. When she saw him looking over, he immediately withdrew his gaze and moved away.
Seeing Han Yunnuo's embarrassed expression and the blush on his cheeks, Song Wan didn't think much about it, nor did she use her usual sarcastic tone. There was a little worry in her words, "Han Yunnuo, do you have a fever?
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Han Yunuo said nothing.
Song Wan directly put her hand on Han Yunuo's forehead.
Suddenly, both of them seemed to feel a burst of electricity coming from the place where their skins were connected, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
Song Wan coughed slightly, and her cheeks were covered with blush. Then she took her hand off very calmly and whispered, "It seems that she really has a fever."
Han Yunuo took a sip of red wine and said nothing.
The two of them remained in awkward silence until they got off the plane and went into the hotel to rest for a night, and then the situation got a little better.
The next day, Han Yunuo knocked on the door. He still didn't look at Song Wan subconsciously, but his voice was a little softer, "Where do you want to go?"
Song Wan glanced at him, her eyes a little confused.
In fact, it doesn't matter where you go, what matters is who you go with.
Obviously, Song Wan could simply ignore the latter idea.
Sighing, Song Wan regained her bright spring smile, "We don't have a goal yet. If you want to go somewhere, just go and don't worry about me."
Han Yunnuo was silent for a long time before speaking, "I don't have any place I particularly want to go for the time being."
Song Wan's mouth twitched silently, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, "Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered that I want to go to the Louvre. I always forgot to go there the last few times I came."
Saying that, he turned around and left.
After a while, the sound of rapid footsteps came from behind, and Song Wan's lips curled up, smiling sweetly.
The two people just walked one behind the other, keeping a few meters apart.
Song Wan snickered inwardly. It seemed that this bastard was quite concerned about him, but he had such a bad mouth and was so stubborn that he refused to admit it.
Pretending to turn around casually, Song Wan pretended to be surprised, "Han Yunuo, why are you following me?"
Han Yunuo's eyes were a little uncomfortable, and then he spoke forcefully, "Who is following you? I'm also going to the Louvre."