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Chapter 31 Wushan

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    With a bang in Zhao Yi's heart, she slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.

    The weather turned cloudy, the sky was gray, and the smog shrouded the entire Beijing city. If you are not careful, your mood will fall into this breathless smog vortex.

    Zhao Yi frowned and looked at Song Xiaolan for a while.

    Song Xiaolan's ears were not red, so she calmly showed her.

    Zhao Yi didn't turn her head around all of a sudden, so she had to turn her face away and look at the distance outside the window.

    Song Xiaolan, who is like a secluded orchid in the deep mountains, wants to have sex with her He is no different from other men, greedy for her body just the same.

    Zhao Yi had a smile on his face, three parts self-deprecating, seven parts indifferent.  The beam of light she saw in the darkness was disappearing at the fastest speed.

    Song Xiaolan couldn't see Zhao Yi's expression, she could only see the back of her head and the big wavy curly hair on her shoulders, like passionate beach waves, very pretty.

    The car was silent for a few seconds.

    Song Xiaolan is not in a hurry, he can wait, anyway, in terms of time, he has much more time than Zhao Yi.

    After a while, Zhao Yi turned around, raised her chin slightly, and looked at Song Xiaolan with great interest.

    "you've been drinking?"

    Song Xiaolan has already grasped Zhao Yi's temperament.  She is a person who likes to challenge difficulties, and the more she goes against her, the more she wants.

    "No." Song Xiaolan changed her coldness, with a gentle smile on her eyebrows, staring at Zhao Yi with star-like eyes.

    This time, Zhao Yi was really taken aback, she thought that if she asked one more question, Song Xiaolan would retreat.

    But he didn't.

    She provoked him first, but it was Song Xiaolan who led the way.

    This feels bad.

    Zhao Yi turned her face away, stared at the steering wheel, was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly: "You are quite bold."

    "good."

    Song Xiaolan readily admitted.

    The brat is terrible.

    Zhao Yi took a deep breath, turned his mind a few times, hid the emotions in his heart, and looked at Song Xiaolan with enticing eyes for a long time.

    "To your house, or to my house."

    "your home."

    Song Xiaolan did not back down.

    "good."

    Zhao Yi had nothing to be afraid of, and immediately stepped on the gas pedal and headed home.

    He was the one who was waiting for her under the moonlight that day, and he was the one who opened the mouth today. If she retreats, I'm really sorry for her ruined reputation.

    *

    In broad daylight, Zhao Yi lives in the old community where many old men and women are walking. Some are chatting together, and some are rubbing their backs on the tree trunks. The atmosphere of life is very strong.

    There is no underground parking lot in the community, and the car can only be parked on the ground.

    Zhao Yi found a beach hat out of nowhere and handed it to Song Xiaolan.

    Song Xiaolan took it, put it on her head, and asked her: "Is it okay?"

    But it's too good.  A good-looking person looks good in anything.

    Zhao Yi nodded, "Looks good, more beautiful than me."

    Song Xiaolan smiled, and without waiting for her when she got out of the car, she went up the stairs with her head down.

    Seeing this, Zhao Yi's heart felt warm for a moment.

    Close the door, bow your head, and go up the stairs without saying hello to her, just like a pair of lovers or couples who have a perfect understanding, so natural.

    *

    Neighbor Aunt Zhang just came back from shopping and greeted Zhao Yi.

    "Xiao Zhao, are you not busy today?"

    Zhao Yi looked up at the eighth floor and said, "I'm busy, come back and get something."

    "I haven't seen you for a long time. Remember to come to my house for dinner when you are free. Look at you skinny, really, eat more!"

    Aunt Zhang has only one daughter, and she married to the United States a few years ago. The old couple are very lonely and often invite Zhao Yi to their home for dinner.

    After Zhao Yi was far away from home and alienated from her family, she had long suppressed her longing for family affection in her heart and refused to let it go.  She couldn't bear to see the couple turning their longing for their daughter into enthusiasm for her, and she couldn't bear it either.  So after politely eating a few meals, there are always some reasons to shirk the invitation.

    And Aunt Zhang rarely met her during the day, so she naturally didn't let her go, nagging for a while, everything from the weather to her boyfriend.

    "Xiao Zhao, let me tell you, the kid from my relative's family is really good! He's from the Northeast, he's tall, handsome, and has a sense of responsibility. Look at you, you're so busy at work, you always need someone to accompany you.  ah!"

    Zhao Yi smiled and did not refuse: "Okay."

    Aunt Zhang took outOn the phone, open WeChat.

    Zhao Yi frowned, "I left my phone in the studio, Aunt Zhang, look at this"

    "It's okay, I'll send it to you when you come back at night."

    "okay."

    Aunt Zhang really cared about her, she smiled kindly with a kind face, and praised her relatives endlessly.

    "He is handsome, but he is no worse than the male protagonists in your drama! The key is to be considerate."

    "I just came back from England last year. In your words, this is called a golden single man!"

    Zhao Yi laughed along, "That's right, I'm so good, I'm afraid I might look down on me."

    Aunt Zhang stopped, showing dissatisfaction: "Hey! Xiao Zhao, you can't talk like that, I'm afraid you'll look down on him!"

    Zhao Yi became interested, "Aunt Zhang, do you have a photo?"

    "Yes, yes, come, take a look!"

    Aunt Zhang pushed the phone far away, swiped the screen, scrolled through Moments, and then pushed it in front of Zhao Yi.

    He is a handsome guy, a standard northeastern man.

    Zhao Yi didn't like it.  A man who is too rigid makes her feel oppressed.

    "nice."

    "Really! Then I push your WeChat to him?"

    Zhao Yi couldn't avoid it, nodded: "Okay, thank you, Aunt Zhang."

    "You're welcome. Hey, here we are. Auntie is gone. You are out of the sky. If you want to eat home food, tell me!"

    "Okay, see you, Aunt Zhang."

    When Aunt Zhang closed the door, Zhao Yi's face suddenly returned to indifference.

    *

    Song Xiaolan didn't have the key to her house, so she stood at the door and waited for her.

    Zhao Yi deliberately slowed down and walked towards him slowly.

    Song Xiaolan heard footsteps, turned her head to look, and saw that she was stepping on high heels, walking very steadily and lightly.

    He remembered that rainy night in the suburbs, she just leaned against the door like that, raised her head slightly, looked at the dark outside, wondering what she was thinking.

    At that moment, she didn't care about him anymore.

    When Zhao Yi came to him, she didn't open the door immediately, but leaned against the door, tilting her head to look at Song Xiaolan.

    Song Xiaolan asked her, "Are you handsome?"

    "ah?"

    Zhao Yi was puzzled: "You?"

    "Didn't the aunt downstairs introduce you to handsome guys from Northeast China?"

    Song Xiaolan asked very seriously.

    Zhao Yi's bright eyes searched for Song Xiaolan's eyes, and stared at him: "Oh, are you jealous?"

    Song Xiaolan's eyelashes twitched slightly, trying to hide her thoughts.

    "Open the door."

    Zhao Yi didn't listen, but raised her head, making sure to look directly at him.

    Song Xiaolan avoided her eyes, not letting her look, and reached out to snatch the key in Zhao Yi's hand.

    Zhao Yi didn't expect his movement, seeing him leaning against her, she simply got into his arms.

    The soft feeling made Song Xiaolan's breathing unsteady. He wrapped one arm around Zhao Yi's waist, grabbed the key with the other hand, and opened the door with her in his arms.

    The fragrance from Zhao Yi's body permeated his heart and spleen, his mind was in a mess, and it took him a while to open the door successfully.  Zhao Yi didn't move, so he had no choice but to carry her into the house with one hand.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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