Zhao Yuan was lying on the bed, listening to the private conversations between his best friends outside the door, and finally understood why it was said that the scale of conversation between women was greater than that between men.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhao Yuan felt blushing.
Although I woke up temporarily, I still felt dizzy.
Close your eyes and prepare to fall asleep.
I don't know why there are a few more techniques in my mind, and I am thinking about trying them if I have the opportunity in the near future.
In the eyes of others, Zhao Yuan is a surgery maniac.
In fact, this makes sense. No matter when and where, he will think of surgery.
Because you invest, you become excellent.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, Zhao Yuan felt a little hot all over his body, and the anger could not be dissipated, so he kicked off the thin quilt, and his whole body turned into the character "太".
It's windy outside, very windy.
Although the windows were closed, there was still movement, and for some reason, it was difficult to fall asleep.
Zhao Yuan simply turned on the desk lamp and found a book on the bedside. He thought it was a law book. He took it to hand and took a look. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a collection of love prose. After flipping through a few pages, he saw a few paragraphs.
Fragmented text.
"Loving someone means that one moment you want to put your beautiful love in the most secret and safe tree hole like a squirrel hiding nuts in winter, but the next moment you want to tell the whole world about this proud and proud love.
news.
When you love someone, you can’t help but hope that you will be more beautiful, hope that you will be remembered, hope that your appearance and appearance will be like a ray of sunshine for the other person when they are in their prime, and they will never forget each other. Even in the winter when the flowers and trees are blooming, there is still a person who is like a historical classic.
The pupils of the book can witness your brilliance."
Zhao Yuan thought for a while, took out a pen from the drawer, and added a sentence in the blank space on the next page.
"Loving someone makes you tacky. You keep thinking: Should you have beef tongue or pig tongue for dinner? Should you buy Chinese cabbage or baby cabbage for vegetables? Should you buy a house in a small apartment of 60 square meters or...
Two hundred square meters villa? Love
To love someone is to make up your mind, combine your small gambling capital with her, and place a bet on the big roulette wheel of life."
Closing the book, Zhao Yuan turned off the desk lamp.
Zhao Yuan has a new understanding of Xu Yuan. On the surface, she looks like a hot-tempered and heroic girl, but in fact, she has a lot of affection for her children deep down in her heart.
I don’t know how long it took, and I was half conscious. The door was pushed open, a figure flashed in, and slipped under the quilt.
Before Zhao Yuan had time to react, he only felt a pair of warm little hands hugging him gently from behind.
Zhao Yuan did not expect Xu Yuan to be so bold and lie directly with him. There was another person in the room. Wasn't she afraid of being discovered by Wen Yun?
Or maybe I am dreaming!
Zhao Yuan planned to turn around, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't intend to let him turn around.
A hand covered his eyes, and instantly, the originally dark world became even darker.
He felt like he was in a dark and quiet tunnel. Only the body temperature coming from his back brought a sense of life and gave him a sense of security.
Zhao Yuan bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain spread, and he realized that he was not dreaming.
He didn't expect that just holding himself would give him a huge impact.
What to do now?
Xu Yuan's reaction was a little stiff, and he was probably a little nervous, and seemed at a loss.
Zhao Yuan turned his back, grabbed the back of Xu Yuan's hand, and tried to move her hand away, but heard her whisper a word, "Don't!"
Zhao Yuan tried to figure out Xu Yuan's thoughts.
She must be very shy at this time.
It takes a lot of courage for a girl who has never been in love to take the initiative to lie in bed with a man.
Zhao Yuan only felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and he stretched his hands back.
Then he touched Xu Yuan's skin.
His fists clenched, unclenched, and clenched again.
The scenery in Zhao Yuan's mind also became more and more beautiful.
People are always curious about unknown things.
Even though Zhao Yuan was a surgeon and knew the structure of the human body well, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity.
The reach of the palm becomes bolder and bolder.
Xu Yuan refused at first and tried to block Zhao Yuan's continuous attack with his hands.
However, when she found that she was unable to resist, she gave up her resistance.
Everything is his own fault.
Since you have no intention of resisting, you might as well enjoy it calmly.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan withdrew his hand suddenly, his whole body seemed to be burned by fire, and he sat upright.
He calmed his breathing and asked in a solemn tone, "You...are you Wen Yun?"
The delicate and slender figure quickly sat up and covered Zhao Yuan's mouth with his hand, "I'm going to die, can you lower your voice?"
A sweet fragrance came from Wen Yun's palm, which was completely different from Xu Yuan's, more direct and warm.
In the darkness, Zhao Yuan could only roughly see the outline of the other person's face.
Originally he thought it was Xu Yuan, but he didn't expect it to be Wen Yun.
I couldn't see her clearly just now because my back was on my back, but the feel of her hand betrayed everything!
The size is different and you can feel it.
If he knew it was Wen Yun, he would not touch her even if he were beaten to death...c
Seeing that Zhao Yuan's mood had stabilized, Wen Yun lowered his voice and said in a proud tone, "I'm just joking with you, why are you so nervous?"
Zhao Yuan was speechless and said angrily, "Is this such a joke?"
Wen Yun pulled the hem of the wrinkled T-shirt, straightened his hair, and moved to the bedside, "I don't have any sense of humor. That's all, I have to leave quickly, otherwise Xu Yuan finds me entering your room, so what?
Remarkable?"
After Wen Yun left, Zhao Yuan walked over and locked the door.
He returned to the bed and lay down. Wen Yun's breath vaguely remained in the quilt, and there were traces on the sheets.
Zhao Yuan's mind was a little confused. Should he remind Xu Yuan to keep a distance from Wen Yun?
However, it seemed inappropriate for him to actually tell Xu Yuan about this matter. After all, nothing happened with Wen Yun.
Moreover, when Xu Yuan finds out, it will inevitably lead to random suspicion.
It's better to let the little things go...
Everything happened so suddenly.
Just like many bizarre stories in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, they are all bizarre and bizarre.
He wished it was a dream.
Wen Yun returned to the guest bedroom and observed Xu Yuan first.
Seeing her back to the door, breathing evenly from her mouth, sleeping deeply, she let out a sigh of relief.
Wen Yunzai has been drinking a lot, so he wanted to go to the toilet just now.
After going to the bathroom, I passed by the master bedroom, and an idea suddenly occurred to me, and so I came up with the next mysterious operation.
Wen Yun carefully covered the quilt, and couldn't help but recall the brief but exciting contact just now, and countless strange scenes appeared in his mind.
Wen Yun pinched his thigh in frustration.
The pain in his heart can make Wen Yun stay away from unrealistic thoughts.
She kept telling herself in her mind.
Xu Yuan is his best friend and best friend. He cannot do anything to make her feel sorry for her. Everything that happened just now was caused by alcohol. Under normal circumstances, Wen Yun would never do such a crazy thing.
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Wen Yun reminded himself that although Zhao Yuan is handsome and can sing well, he is definitely not an ideal candidate.
She needs to find a life partner who can change her and her family's destiny.
