Song Qianti looked at him, her eyes lying in a romance: "You haven't answered me yet."

Wen Linyan's eyes were silent: "What do I do have to do with you."

"I knew you would say that." Song Qianti was wearing flat slippers, and at this moment he only reached Wen Linyan's jaw, so when he talked to him, he raised his head slightly, revealing his white and thin neck.

She suddenly approached and sniffed Wen Linyan's body.

Wen Linyan subconsciously took a step back, and his handsome face was cold: "What are you doing?"

Song Qianti raised a curve on the corner of her lips: "It seems that she is not going to date anymore."

There is no perfume on his body, but there is a smell of disinfectant.

Wen Linyan's eyebrows jumped a few times, with forbearance in his eyes: "Miss Song, please respect yourself!"

Song Qianti blinked, looking innocent: "I didn't do anything to you."

Wen Linyan's lips were pursed and his brows were furrowed.

Song Qianti smiled and said, "Looking at your helpless look, do you want me to do something to you?"

Wen Linyan's eyes twitched faintly. He opened the half-open door and rushed the person with a blank expression: "Go out!"

Song Qianti stood still without moving, smirking at the corner of her lips, and a charming look was seen between her eyebrows and eyes: "Although I can be sure you are not on a date, I am not sure who you are going to see in the hospital."

Wen Linyan said coldly: "How did you know I went to the hospital?"

"Because we have a sense of harmony in our hearts." Song Qianti's beautiful eyes were shimmering, "Which one is a man or a woman who you went to the hospital to see? How old is it?"

Wen Linyan looked at her faintly, with no emotion on her face: "What does it have to do with you?"

"This is another sentence." Song Qianti felt it was quite boring, and leaned back against the wall with her hands on her chest. The bright light flowed in her black and white eyes, making her look more and more charming.

Seeing that she was reluctant to leave, Wen Linyan suddenly stretched out her long arms and hugged her thin waist, and took her to his arms. Her narrowed eyes showed a dangerous aura: "Isn't you afraid that I will have evil thoughts on you at night?"

Such a posture is so ambiguous that it makes people feel moved.

Her skin was really white, and her long crow-colored eyelashes were decorated on her eyes like a brush, making her eyes clear and shiny, without any impurities, and she also had a faint smell of shampoo on her body, lingering at the end of her nose.

He originally wanted to scare Song Qianti, thinking that Song Qianti would run away in panic, but he didn't know that Song Qianti, a woman, didn't play according to common sense.

Song Qianti was not panicked at all, raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck, looking at him with a twitching and seductive look: "Come on, I won't shout."

There was a smile on the corner of her lips, and there was a bit of fun in her eyes.

This man is so beautiful.

The contour lines are exquisite and smooth, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are thin and moist, and the jaw is firm, and each part is like God has carefully shaped for him.

The hormonal aura on his body penetrated Song Qianti's nose. Song Qianti, who had never had contact with a man, suddenly felt a little dizzy and touched his chest in a dizzy way.

Good feel.

You should exercise for many years.

After living for twenty-eight years, Wen Linyan was eaten tofu for the first time. There was a trace of crack on his indifferent face. He suddenly let go of Song Qianti and pulled off her arm with annoyance: "Do you still have shame?"
Chapter completed!