After arriving at the door, Feng Muyan did not get out of the car immediately.
She took a deep breath and suddenly spoke:
"Rong Jingcheng, I will definitely work hard and do better to make you like me!"
After all, as if afraid that Rong Jingcheng would say something to refuse, she immediately opened the door and jumped out of the car and walked towards the door.
"Wait a minute." Rong Jingcheng called her aloud, "Take your things away."
Rong Jingcheng opened the car door, walked in front of her, and handed her a bag, which was exactly what he had just bought from the car.
"It's not mine." Feng Muyan took away her hand suspiciously, staring at the bag.
"I said yes, go back."
After the man said, without saying more, he turned and returned to the car.
Feng Muyan opened the bag, and there was a bag inside with a familiar logo on it, which was her favorite sweet brand.
Seeing his car getting further and further away, she realized that Rong Jingcheng was planning to buy desserts and made peace with her. Feng Muyan suddenly felt regretful. She knew that she should be more reserved for a while, and now she confessed to him regardless! Now this tsundere ghost doesn't know how proud she is, she always feels like she has suffered a loss.
Feng Muyan said that it was really embarrassing to walk to the feet after get off work, and it happened to be seen by Rong Jingcheng.
When I arrived at the hospital, it was one o'clock in the morning after some tossing down.
Rong Jingcheng took Feng Muyan back to his residence again.
Late at night, Feng Muyan grabbed her hair irritably, thought and thought, and made a decision.
She slowly got up from her sex, put on her shoes and moved towards the living room.
Feng Muyan looked at Rong Jingcheng greedily, hung his fingers over his face, painting his deep outline over and over again.
"So handsome~"
Rong Jingcheng didn't open his eyes, his brows wrinkled insignificantly.
After the nymphomaniac finished Rong Jingcheng's appearance, she continued, "Everything is good, the only bad thing is that you don't like me, alas."
"Why don't you want to marry me?"
The tone was a little sorrow that Rong Jingcheng had never heard of, and there was a little uncertainty about himself.
She leaned close to Rong Jingcheng and whispered in a vicious voice: "Let you reject me, huh~"
Then he took a strand of his hair and gently swept it over his eyebrows and lips.
Rong Jingcheng couldn't bear it, he opened his eyes, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a sigh of light. .
The sudden opening of her eyes frightened Feng Muyan. She was stunned, and when she reacted, she had already been pushed back into the sofa by the man.
Rong Jingcheng carefully avoided Feng Muyan's injured leg, leaning on all fours and supporting her.
"Is it idle?" Rong Jingcheng's voice was not at all low and deep when he woke up, but with the coolness of the night, and it sounded particularly sultry in the middle of the night.
But Feng Muyan didn't have the time to entangle his voice, so her focus was entirely on—
"Are you not asleep?"
"Did you miss the scene just now when you fell asleep?" Rong Jingcheng's lips twitched and looked straight at Feng Muyan jokingly.
"What? You heard it all. It doesn't count. Every time I confess first, I will change you next time." Feng Muyan was immersed in the shock of being heard by his hot confession. Immediately pouted and quit.
"Confession? So handsome, nice eyes, nice nose, nice lips, I really want to kiss... This kind of?" The man's sexy thin lips repeated her "so-called confession" words word by word, even the tone was imitated Generally no different.
After Feng Muyan listened, her face turned red quietly, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, without allowing Rong Jingcheng to see it. She simply stalked her neck and provoked, "Yes, how about it, you can say something to me if you have the ability!"
"I'm sorry, my conscience will hurt when I look at your face and say such things." His thin lips curled up, giving full play to his meanness.
Sure enough, Feng Muyan who heard this exploded in the next second.
"What? Conscience hurts? What you say is... Doesn't your conscience hurt? Open your eyes and see clearly. I am obviously very good-looking!"
Still unwilling to speak, he stretched out his hand to hold Rong Jingcheng's neck and pulled him closer, wanting him to take a closer look at himself.
Rong Jingcheng was so talked about by her, directly...