Miao Yanru's body slumped limply on the sofa in the corner of the banquet. She shrank inward, hoping that no one would see her.
At this time, Deng Ou appeared with a wine glass, just like the scene where the male protagonist appeared in a romance novel. He had a strong aura and was elegant in every move. The smell of his luxurious perfume forced Miao Yanru, and she knew that there was a man approaching.
She did.
Miao Yanru closed her eyes and shrank inward. She was too drunk to open her eyes. She was afraid that the man would touch her.
Deng Ou put down his wine glass, reached out and touched Miao Yanru's face, which was slightly red from the alcohol, and raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
The cold touch touched Miao Yanru's face, and the message was transmitted from the surface to the brain. Miao Yanru became more awake, but she became inexplicably excited. She felt so hot, and she wanted more coldness!
Deng Ou leaned close to her neck and blew gently into her ear. The faint aroma of wine lingered on the tip of Miao Yanru's nose.
Someone blew into her ears, which made her feel a little itchy. She frowned, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stretched out her hand to scratch her ears.
At this time, the man grabbed her hand, and the cold touch hit her again, and her face turned redder. Miao Yanru opened her eyes slightly, and in front of her was a blurry shadow of a man. His facial features were not very clear, but she
I vaguely knew that this man must be extraordinary.
Her consciousness was about to break. Miao Yanru held the man's cold hand with her other hand. Then, the man's body came close to her. Miao Yanru felt her body lighten up and rise into the air.
Deng Ou picked her up, buried her face in his arms, and strode out of the back door.
…
When Miao Yanru woke up, she was in a hotel, a five-star hotel with luxurious furnishings. She took a look around.
This is not her home!
When Miao Yanru regained consciousness, she instinctively covered her chest. When she touched it, she found she was wearing nothing inside.
She felt someone next to her, and when she realized it was a man, she almost screamed.
She made the bed a little louder, and the man gradually woke up. He saw Miao Yanru hugging the quilt and looking at him warily.
Deng Ou squinted his eyes, scratched his head again, said nothing, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Miao Yanru hugged the quilt and watched the man disappear, and her brain began to work rapidly.
Where is this?
Who is this person?
What happened last night?
Miao Yanru closed her eyes and thought about it for a while. She was drunk by Miao Jian last night, and she was delirious and talked some nonsense. Then Shao Xinghan hugged Miao Jian and left. She was lying on the sofa by herself, and a man came close to her.
she……
No way? This man is him?! She actually slept with a man she didn’t know at all for one night!
Miao Yanru was about to collapse, and she began to resent. The cause of the incident was Miao Jian. If she hadn't forced her to drink, how could she have fallen to this point?
But she was still rational. Listening to the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Miao Yanru calmed down a bit.
She doesn't know who this man is yet, so don't get angry first, use her instinct as a woman to hang on to this man, and wait until she gets home to carefully check who this man is, who can take her away at that kind of banquet.
People are definitely not ordinary people.
Deng Ou quickly took a shower and came out. He wrapped his lower body in a bath towel and came out with his upper body exposed. There were still drops of water on his body that had been wiped off, and they hung on his chest.
As soon as Miao Yanru saw him coming out, she lowered her head and started sobbing. Her cry was small, but it didn't make people feel bored, it only made her feel pity.
As soon as Deng Ou came out, he heard her crying and was a little confused for a moment.
He had slept with many women like this before, but they were all voluntary. He would get up early in the morning, go their separate ways, and go their separate ways. It was as if the matter had never happened and he would not mention it again.
Miao Yanru started crying early in the morning. This was the first time he had ever seen her cry.
Deng Ou approached her and wanted to reach out and pat her back to comfort her. Unexpectedly, Miao Yanru suddenly raised her head and stared at him with a pair of pear-shaped eyes, filled with grievance and anger.
Deng Ou suddenly softened up at that moment. He hurriedly took back his hand, not knowing what to do. When he was panicking, he suddenly remembered that he had no clothes on, so he had to rush back to the bathroom to take off his clothes one by one.
Dressed.
Miao Yanru noticed Deng Ou's expression, and it seemed that her method was still effective.
Deng Ou changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom again. Miao Yanru was still crying.
Deng Ou was a little at a loss. He said cautiously, "Put on your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."
Miao Yanru remained unmoved, still burying her head and crying.
Deng Ou's mind was filled with her crying, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. "This is my fault. I will apologize to you. Please stop crying." His words were pleading, and he really had no choice.
Miao Yanru then reluctantly raised her head. She had teary eyes and a red nose from crying. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, "I don't want you to apologize. It's because I don't love myself. You can leave."
Deng Ou didn't expect that she would say such a sentence. He became even more panicked, and the previous irritability disappeared without a trace.
"Just tell me what you want, and I'll give you what I can give you. Please don't do this, okay?"
Miao Yanru remained silent. She buried her head in her knees and sobbed softly.
Deng Ou was really not good at coaxing women. He raised his forehead and really didn't know what to say.
Miao Yanru spoke softly, "I don't want anything from you. It's me who shouldn't drink that wine. I know that I'm not good at drinking, but I still drink. It's me..."
Having said this, Deng Ou seemed to recall something. When he carried Miao Yanru to the bed last night, she hugged him tightly. Her body was hot, as if she had been drugged.
He was only focused on venting at the time, and didn't pay attention to any of this at all. He just felt that the woman under him was so sweet, and there was nothing more to his liking than her.
Looking back now, I feel more and more something is wrong. Why was she alone there, still drunk and emotionally hurt to get drunk? But you shouldn't come to a place like this to get drunk. This is a banquet, not a bar club.
"Where is your family? Are you the only one at the banquet?" Deng Ou asked suddenly.
Miao Yanru had guessed that he would ask these questions, and her voice was calm, like a wounded deer, "I have a sister, she came with me, but she left alone and left me alone..." she said
It was so pitiful that Deng Ou couldn't help but feel angry.