Chapter 507

Wen churan was startled by the man's gloomy face and stepped back until his back suddenly hit a strong wall.

In the prime of time, Mo approached, and didn't stop until her toes reached her toes and were completely inaccessible.

How close are they?

As long as Wen churan's head moves slightly, it can rub against a man's chest.

His posture was more like pressing her against the wall.

Each other's heartbeat and breath are intertwined like two ribbons.

This sudden intimacy made Wen churan feel at a loss. She couldn't even speak quickly.

You and I stuttered for a long time and just didn't say why.

In her prime, Mo was much taller than her. She was suppressed so that she couldn't look up, so she couldn't see his face, and she didn't know what kind of expression he was now.

But I should be angry.

Of course, Wen churan didn't shrink back so easily. After calming down his nervous mood, he boldly said, "I know you'll be angry if you don't let you marry your fiancee. Of course, you have to be angry for the overall situation, but what do you want? If you really love her, if she really loves you, can't she wait for five years? "

If it's warm primary dyeing, let alone five years, I can afford to wait for ten years.

But after her painstaking persuasion for such a long time, the man's tone was very indifferent and floated slowly from above her head.

"I'm really angry, not because I can't get married, but because you lied to my father."

"I'm not lying!" Wen churan raised his head excitedly.

I wonder if it was because the man was lowering his head and her head suddenly hit his sharpened chin.

A small accident, but let her original confidence be weakened by more than half.

"I... when I was in China, I also helped the son of a well-known director organize a ghost marriage!"

She was nervous and looking forward to it.

I hope this sentence can awaken a little memory of Shengshi ink.

At this time, a scallion white jade hand suddenly provoked her chin.

Then, a man's low voice sounded in his ear, "in that case, who do you think I have the same attributes and who can I marry?"

Wen churan raised his head and blinked "I think I can. What do you think?"

"Not much." Men are merciless.

"OK..." Wen churan's mood darkened in an instant.

The man didn't care about her low mood, and then coldly warned, "it's none of your business whether I get married or who I marry. Do you hear me clearly?"

It seems that I don't want to entangle with him anymore.

Then she turned and left without waiting for her reaction.

Wen churan looks sideways and looks at Sheng Shimo's figure drifting away until it disappears.

Late at night, everything was silent. Only the man's breathing became more and more heavy, which was more depressing than the darkness in the bedroom.

In his prime, Mo lay in bed with a pair of deep eyes open, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

I don't know how long later, he suddenly got up and got out of bed, quickly opened the door, put his head out and looked around.

Seeing that there was no woman in dark and silent corridor, he closed door again.

Lying back in bed, even a minute had not yet arrived. He opened his eyes again, got up and got out of bed again, opened the door, and was slightly relieved after making sure that there was no woman outside the bedroom.

All night, back and forth.