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Chapter 133 Jiaxu Day, Songs in the Dark Night (4)

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    Seeing his soft appearance, Yu Wanfeng felt moved and wanted to rub his face for him.

    Thinking so in my heart, I moved my hands.

    Her hand was warm, touching his hot face, and she didn't know whose temperature burned whom.

    When Yu Wanfeng realized it, she was already in Zhong Chumian's arms.

    Zhong Chumian embraced her with a pair of arms, with his head resting in the hollow of her shoulders, and the short hair on his head tied her neck.

    Itchy.

    His indistinct breath sprayed on her neck, it was too pleasing.

    This is the second time Zhong Chumian hugged her.

    The last time I also drank wine.

    She raised her hand and pushed Zhong Chumian gently.

    No effort at all.

    Fake appearance.

    I can't wait.

    "Don't move around." Zhong Chumian's voice was soft and deep, hoarse and very magnetic.

    Yu Wanfeng really didn't move.

    "Xiao Wan Xiao Wan"

    He said her name over and over again.

    Yu Wanfeng's heart was beating violently.

    She couldn't help thinking about him calling her that.

    How can there be a man who calls a woman's name like this?

    She would not believe that he had no personal affair.

    But she was not sure what kind of personal relationship it was.

    She called out "Zhong Chumian".

    Zhong Chumian just buried his head on her neck, and after a while, he whispered: "Drunkforgive meMing Chuan"

    I don't know why.

    Yu Wanfeng heard Xu Mingchuan's name.

    what happened?

    She couldn't figure it out.

    Zhong Chumian fell down again.

    Say it's not a cup, but it's almost the same.

    It seems that green tea is not helpful either.

    Yu Wanfeng sighed, dragged Zhong Chumian to the bed, and put it away.

    After thinking about it, he took off his shoes and covered him with a quilt.

    I hope that when he wakes up, he still remembers what he did, and then she will ask again, what does it mean.

    *

    Zhong Chumian slept for a long time this time, feeling drowsy, and was awakened by a phone call.

    He rubbed his forehead and glanced at the caller ID, only to feel his head getting heavier.

    A call from his father Zhong Wanqiu.

    No matter how much you hate him, you will always answer the phone.

    Zhong Wanqiu didn't talk nonsense with him, and asked directly if he was in Wuhan.

    After asking the words, Zhong Chumian understood that Zhong Wanqiu had already investigated and knew his current situation.

    There is no need to continue to hide.

    Zhong Chumian let out a "hmm".

    After Zhong Wanqiu on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, he asked Zhong Chumian, "Who are you going for?"

    Zhong Chumian remained silent, and Zhong Wanqiu said again: "For a girl? Zhong Chumian, do you think this is sensible?"

    Zhong Chumian smiled, and the smile was so cold that it permeated people: "Is it not inherited from you to be rational?"

    "What do you want to say?" Zhong Wanqiu was obviously suppressing his emotions.

    Zhong Chumian walked to the window, the sky outside the window had already darkened, and the night was about to fall.

    He raised his lips: "For a woman, a person who would rather abandon his wife and children, what reason can you talk to me about?"

    After finishing speaking, Zhong Chumian laughed "heh", and the phalanges holding the phone ached.

    Zhong Wanqiu did not answer the call, and the sound of heavy breathing came through the current.

    Zhong Wanqiu was very angry.

    Zhong Chumian's eyes dimmed, and he smiled again: "Don't worry, I'm more sensible than you, and I know what to do and what not to do."

    After saying this, Zhong Chumian hung up the phone without giving Zhong Wanqiu a chance to speak.

    He knew that Zhong Wanqiu must be very annoyed now.

    Very angry.

    Every time a father and son communicate, there is always no good result.

    No way, the two of them couldn't talk properly.

    Zhong Chumian rubbed his brows, turned around and turned on the light in the room.

    There was a thermos cup on the table, and his eyes trembled.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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