He Mengjie raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you send me information? Now that the matter is done, don't you go back? How much money can you buy for Tingyu when you waste in the United States?"
Wenxuan didn't speak, and looked at her steadily. After a few seconds, he said softly: "Before I came to the United States, I heard from Yu that I would not be able to go back if I didn't chase my mother back. What do you want me to do?
Explain to the child?”
"What are you telling me?" There was a faint smile on the corner of He Mengjie's lips.
"You haven't agreed to forgive me yet..." Wen Xuan lowered his head like a child who did something wrong.
He Mengjie finally couldn't help laughing, and a gentle laugh overflowed from her throat, just like a gentle oriole singing.
Wenxuan suddenly looked up at him, not understanding why.
He Mengjie held back her smile and looked at him and said, "Did I not agree?"
Wenxuan was stunned.
He Mengjie stood up, walked to Wenxuan, leaned down, and suddenly touched his bright red lips gently on his lips, and immediately separated.
The warm touch was like a breeze that swept across his lips, and Wenxuan was stunned for a moment. Then, a strong sense of joy filled his chest.
When he came to his senses and looked at He Mengjie with a gentle gaze, He Mengjie had already sat back on his seat opposite him and was staring at him with a watery gaze.
This time, there is no cover, no hiding, gentle and affectionate.
Wenxuan stood up and threw himself to her side, hugged her, bowed her head and leaned down, and kissed her tender and tender lips tightly!
Finally got her back, right? Everything felt so dreamy. Wenxuan's arm unconsciously used a lot of strength to hold He Mengjie tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly disappear.
Same.
His lips were more passionately explored, absorbing her sweetness, how fragrant and sweet it was, I would never taste it in my life.
Wenxuan's body was filled with joy, great joy. From depression and sadness to joy, what a big impact it would be!
He Mengjie's heart was the same as Wen Xuan. When he kissed her, there was nothing else in her chest, only joy and sweetness, as if she had fallen into a honey jar.
After a brief separation, they were together again, and their hearts were pressed closer than before. They were pressed tightly, and this time they would not be separated again, no more!
He Mengjie's breath was gradually suffocating under Wenxuan's fierce demand, and she had to reach out and gently push Wenxuan away.
Wenxuan's face suddenly looked at her with some trepidation. She smiled shyly, reached out to put her arm around his neck and said softly: "You're almost suffocating me to death..."
Wenxuan felt a slight heart. Before he could finish it, he saw He Mengjie coming up and bit his lips.
This time, she took the initiative to launch a new round of attacks...
What did lunch become? I was full if I didn’t eat it.
The two hugged each other like this, kissing each other, and it was not until the waiter's light cough sounded beside them that the two suddenly realized that they were still in public.
The two separated, their faces flushed, and the waiter calmly, reminded with a smile: "Sir, ma'am, your dishes are about to be cold. Please have a meal first, the next dish is still waiting."