Chapter 114 Do You Want to

In fact, Liang Weining didn't care what the other party would think. In this relationship, the only things that needed to be shielded were the workplace and the inner circle. To her, Shen Fu could only be classified as an old acquaintance.

Probably we won’t have much interactions in the capital from now on.

Getting in the car, the elegant woody incense made people feel relaxed and comfortable. Liang Weining tilted her head and smiled at the man, asking him when he came back.

After not seeing her for three days, the little girl looked rosy-cheeked and full of energy. Just as Josie said, Sister Ning must have eaten well at home.

Chen Jingyuan stared at her quietly, watching her lower her head and grope for the seat belt buckle with her hands, then stretch out his arms to grab her slender waist and pull her to his side.

The milk tea in her hand swayed due to inertia, and Liang Weining subconsciously wanted to take a sip. Before she touched the straw, her lower jaw was lifted up by the man without warning, and then his cool thin lips covered hers.

The middle baffle slowly rises.

She raised her head, half accepting and half responding, her heart beating like thunder. She grabbed the sleeve of the person next to her with one hand, and used the car to move to stabilize her body.

The kiss was devoid of passion and even lacked some warmth.

Since they were together, Liang Weining has been able to vaguely judge a man's mood through his touch.

Didn’t your trip to New York go well?

Noticing that the girl was absent-minded, Chen Jingyuan's eyes darkened. He moved the milk tea that was blocking the way between the two of them and threw it into the trash can in the car. He held her soft body with his big hands and hugged her into his arms irresistibly. The light taste turned into a deep kiss.

The ambiguous kisses were clearly audible in the car, the girl's eyes were moist from the kiss, and her cheeks and neck were alluringly flushed due to her passion.

When she was on the verge of suffocation, the man let her go.

Their breaths met, Chen Jingyuan's fingertips rolled over her bright red lips, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "I'm the emergency contact for the in-car system, would you be disgusted?"

A sudden sentence.

Liang Weining's thoughts were a little confused and he shook his head blankly.

"Vehicle travel records involve your privacy," he reminded.

privacy
This time, the girl thought about it seriously.

So when Mr. Chen returned to China, he could know her exact location at the first time.

Including the last time in the scenic area parking lot.

During the long silence, Chen Jingyuan took the mobile phone next to him and uninstalled the car system APP under the girl's fixed gaze.

She held her breath and watched him handle everything as usual, remaining calm throughout the process.

I felt strange in my heart.

It’s hard to explain, it’s an indescribable feeling of dullness.

The emergency contact remained the same. He uninstalled the software, which meant he would no longer pay attention to her daily routine and apologized for his previous behavior.

Liang Weining was glad that her mind had come to her senses, and she understood the master's intention instantly.

However, it was not as pleasant and happy as I imagined. Shouldn't I be relieved if I gave her enough respect?

I don't understand myself.

After an episode, the atmosphere in the car gradually returned to normal.

When he spoke again, Chen Jingyuan asked her in a steady voice whether she had met any friends today.

Influenced by his frank attitude, Liang Weining relaxed and nodded generously: "Yes, we are former high school classmates. It's a coincidence that I have run into him twice since I came to Beijing."

They didn't hide anything except the fact that they had a romantic relationship.

No man wants to hear the word "ex" from his girlfriend, so she automatically filters it out because she doesn't want to spoil the fun.

Milk tea shop, wind chimes, glass doors.

Greenery and beauty are everywhere.

However, this scene that impressed us deeply was finally revealed by Mr. Chen's casual question.

For the rest of the journey, Liang Weining enthusiastically shared what he had gained from the two-day weekend.

When it comes to the key points, she can't help but smile, with her arms around her husband's neck like a small pendant, and her head resting on his shoulder. When she speaks, the sweet aroma of milk tea mixed with the smell of fir fruit fills her ears, rich and lingering, with a special kind of warmth and tenderness.

Chen Jingyuan listened patiently and quietly all the way, feeling the girl's unconscious initiative to get close to him, and an unprecedented taste settled in his heart. He smiled at the corners of his lips, his eyes were filled with pampering, and he tidied her hair that was rolled into her collar. The long Pullman drove steadily, and the years were quiet and good, waiting for time to slowly pass.

After returning to Xiangyue Mansion, Liang Weining handed the car keys to the driver and asked him to go back to the restaurant and help her get the car back.

Take the elevator upstairs, unlock the door with fingerprint, the series of actions go smoothly.

It is not difficult to see that the little girl is really happy today.

There was a breakthrough in medical recovery, enough to make her forget all the unhappiness and worries.

At the entrance, Chen Jingyuan picked up the girl and placed her on the storage table. He kissed her softly and lingeringly along her eyebrows, down her delicate nose, and covering her pink lips.

Her cheeks were rosy. She was wearing no makeup today, and her skin had a delicate rosy color under the light.

Unlike what happened in the car just now, Liang Weining could sense the man's obvious reactions and changes in his body.

And hers.

The first time, I got straight to the point before even having time to go to the living room.

The tide was surging, and the clothes became messy under that palm. Mr. Chen was emotional but restrained. He put his suit jacket behind her waist to prevent the girl from bumping into anything.

However, Liang Weining was not very obedient.

Feeling hot, he hummed and turned his hand over, trying to remove the obstacle behind him.

Unable to persuade her, Chen Jingyuan loosened his grip slightly, took a long step forward and walked inside with her in his arms. He leaned over and placed her on the sofa. When the girl felt the soft tension of the leather, she closed her eyes contentedly and finally calmed down.

I’m not picky about the location, but it can’t be in the entrance hall.

Mr. Chen took note.

I don't know how long it took, but in the last moment before forbearance, the man pressed a burning kiss on the corners of her red eyes. The muscles of his arms supporting the edge of the sofa were tense, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you miss me?"

Just a few simple words, but she could understand.

Three days without seeing each other was not too long for Liang Weining.

But when love is deep, even thinking about it becomes wanting.

He nodded naively, looking so obedient and genuine.

Chen Jingyuan did not expose the truth, but deliberately teased and tortured her.

The person under him had an innocent look in his eyes, his misty eyes unblinking, revealing accusation and grievance.

The husband was so mean to bully her in this way.

Of course, knowing her temperament, it is entirely possible that a love affair would turn into a tug-of-war.

They stared at each other in silence for five seconds. The palm restrained at the waist was so hot that Liang Weining could not help but tremble. The next moment, he was pulled by the fierce possessive power and fell into the abyss completely.

As my thoughts became muddy, I could hear the man's hot breath next to my ears: "Do you want to? Tell me with your actions."

Her actions were too subtle.

During the kiss, she murmured twice, as soft as a mosquito's foot. No one knows what she said exactly, but Mr. Chen definitely didn't hear it clearly.

After satisfying himself, he carried the girl into the bathroom.

Liang Weining pushed the person out and said he could wash it himself.

chuckle.

Mr. Chen did not force her, but turned around and left gentlemanly, considerately closing the door.

The sound of water could be heard and mist spread across the frosted glass door.

Back in the room, Chen Jingyuan buttoned his open shirt with one hand, one by one until it reached the top of his neck. He lit a cigarette and went outside to the terrace, dialing the Hong Kong area number on his cell phone.

"gentlemen."

The person on the other end of the phone was respectful.

The wind at 13:45 in the afternoon was warm and dry. He stood tall and still in front of the fence, his eyes cast towards the green golf course in the distance.

A puff of smoke slowly came out of his thin lips, and the man's low Cantonese voice came into the receiver.