Sprint: This champion is a bit weird

Chapter 85 Take me home, just tonight

"At first, when I saw you and that silly guy coming to the party, I thought you were here to make fun and enhance the atmosphere, but I didn't expect that."

The breeze blows slowly in the summer night, ruffling the girl's hair. The fragrance is fragrant and attractive.

On the balcony on the third floor of the villa, Wen Hao and Emma sat opposite each other, both leaning sideways and holding the transparent glass fence with one hand, with only a short distance between them.

I don’t know since when, the girl’s slender and straight calves have been pressed up against her. From time to time, they would touch her lightly through her sports pants, making Wen Hao unable to move forward or retreat.

Wen Hao stuck his head out and glanced into the yard downstairs.

As the party entered the second half, there were not as many people left in the villa as before, and there were no more singers on stage.

At this time, the stage has been occupied by Bolt and a group of athletes of the same age, but this time he did not play those too noisy DJ dance music, but played soothing and long jazz.

He turned to look at the girl next to him. The latter had a crooked smile and pointed at the half-drinking glass of champagne in Wen Hao's hand.

Wen Hao smiled softly and took a sip. There was still a quarter left in the cup.

The wine is so intoxicating, how can you swallow it whole without tasting the taste?

Naturally, it should be kept between the lips and tongue, and only after savoring the rich and round taste and aroma can it be swallowed.

After ignoring Emma's slightly contemptuous look, Wen Hao just spoke:
  "There is an old saying in China that says, "People can be judged by their appearance, but sea water cannot be measured." What you see with your eyes is not necessarily its essence. You have to use your ears, hands, and heart to explore deeply to find the answer. . "

Emma frowned at first, then nodded subconsciously after listening, as if "I understand."

Wen Hao didn't care whether she understood or not. He raised his glass and drank the remaining champagne, then poured himself another half glass.

Emma suddenly moved forward and sat a little closer, so close that Wen Hao could feel the girl's sweet breath blowing against his face.

She had just eaten a mint-flavored dessert.

Curious, Emma stretched out her hand and poked his chest. After feeling the hardness of his chest muscles, the corners of her mouth curved even more beautifully.

Then, she asked another question that seemed to have nothing to do with amorous feelings and no nutrition: "Wen Hao, what is your dream?"

Xiangzhuang's sword dance is intended for Peigong.

The question itself is not important. What is important is to figure out the intention of the questioner and find out the answer the questioner wants to hear.

Just like when talking about dreams with Miss Zhang, he will definitely tell her his lofty career ideals outspokenly.

Thanks to various wonderful factors, he and Zhang Jielin already had a deep understanding of each other and knew what kind of person the other person was in real life long before the relationship was formalized in Paris.

But Emma is different. She just got to know herself today.

For Emma, ​​everything about Wen Hao is novel. On the surface, she is asking about his dreams, but in fact, she just wants to analyze what kind of person Wen Hao is through the answer to this question.

"You want to know?"

"Hmm~"

"My dream. My previous dream was to become the best sprinter, leave my mark on the sacred Mount Olympus, and let people sing forever."

Wen Hao paused for a moment, held up his cheeks and said to the girl with a smile: "Now, in addition to the dream of being an athlete, I have one more dream."

"Hmm, you hate Chinese people, they always like to make secrets! Speak up, tell me, I'll beat you if you keep trying!"

Emma angrily grabbed a dessert and stuffed it into Wen Hao's mouth.

"Well, it tastes good, but it would be better if it tasted like mint like the one in your mouth."

Emma rolled her eyes angrily. The arrogance inherent in a natural beauty and the inherent coquettishness of a twenty-eight-year-old girl were all clearly displayed on her body.

Wen Hao just stared at her. From this distance, he only needed to stretch his face slightly downward to taste Emma's delicate cherry lips.

"Tonight, I saw the most beautiful English rose. I made a wish to her. I hope that the person I fall in love with can also love me."

Hearing these words, Emma was suddenly shocked, not noticing that Wen Hao replaced "dream" with "wishes".

Sometimes the question itself is not important, nor is the content of the answer.

What matters is the answer the person asking the question wants to hear.

Facing Wen Hao's blazing gaze, she lowered her head shyly and murmured: "Who is the most delicate English rose?"

It should be me.

Wen Hao suddenly smiled, put his hands on the fence and shouted downstairs: "Girls, I am looking for the most delicate English rose. Do you know where she is?"

The girls who were following the jazz dance below heard this call, and they all winked at Wen Hao, or exposed the ravines on their chests more deeply, or twisted their waists and caressed their buttocks.
  In short, everyone wants to be the "most beautiful English rose" in Wen Hao's words.

"No! None of them!" Emma grabbed Wen Hao's collar and pulled him back, her face sullen.

"That Angela, she didn't look like this before. You couldn't bear to look at what she looked like before plastic surgery!"

"That Bella, she does have a hot figure, but her face is entirely made up of makeup, and there are freckles under the foundation!"

"And that Andrina, I admit that she is good-looking and has a good figure, but all the boyfriends she has ever had can be lined up in a reinforcement company!"

"More, more"

Emma criticized the girls downstairs angrily, barely taking a few breaths in the middle, and finally made her brain go blank.

"Relax, relax." Wen Haoyun said lightly: "Don't be so excited. Drink some water to moisten your throat first. I'll get it for you, eh? Water."

He really didn't bring the water. He asked the waiter for a small half bottle of champagne, ready to enjoy it slowly. When Emma came up, she brought a drink, but she had already finished it.

At this time, Emma took advantage of him not paying attention and grabbed the wine glass.

"Hey! You can't"

"Don't preach to me!" Emma raised her palms to him and made a gesture of stopping and moving forward. "I was preached by my father and stepmother at home, and I was preached by the writer and director on the set. If you dare to preach to me, so I."

"How about you?"

Emma pursed her lips lightly and thought for a while. It seemed that she had nothing to threaten him, so she could only bite the bullet and said: "I won't be friends with you!"

"Wow~ Such a severe threat, I'm so scared~!" Wen Hao covered his chest, trying to show a corresponding fearful expression, but unfortunately his acting skills were not up to par.

However, this actually made Emma laugh.

Seeing that Wen Hao did not continue to stop her, after a brief mental struggle in her heart, she raised her swan-like white neck and drank the crystal-clear liquid in the cup.

Then, the delicate face made a series of strange expressions, as if he didn't feel comfortable with it.

When she raised her head again and looked at Wen Hao, her eyes were already filled with a trace of confusion.

"At home, the most I drink is a little beer after getting permission from my father for dinner." Emma pinched her thumb and index finger and made a cute gesture that would be broken by Han Nan in the future.

Seeing the blush on Emma's delicate face, Wen Hao instinctively hid the champagne behind his back and decided to call it a day.

"What are you hiding?"

"What are you hiding? Can't I just scratch it?"

Wen Hao pretended to scratch the itch, then leaned back, his eyes gently passing over the girl's pretty face, and finally met those jewel-like eyes. Emma's body immediately tensed up, her eyes trembled slightly, sometimes looking at him, sometimes drifting away.

Although the black standard robe completely covered her body, it made her neck and face even brighter. Her slightly parted delicate lips made people want to kiss her.

In the weak and moist breath, there is the sweetness of mint dessert and the unique fruity aroma of white grapes of champagne.

Wen Hao licked his lips and slowly moved forward.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly stunned. Seeing Wen Hao getting closer and closer, Emma felt that her heart suddenly beat violently, and her breathing could not be suppressed and became faster and faster.

Although, it seems that he had already imagined this scene when he sang "Shape of You" to himself.

But she was still extremely nervous at this time, and the two noisy voices of "reject him" and "accept him" rang in her mind, making her heartstrings disordered.

When her thoughts were confused, she felt that Wen Hao had raised his hand and pinched her chin.

At this point, even if she refuses, I'm afraid she can't stop Wen Hao, right?

He is an athlete and so strong.
  But he's really handsome and I don't know what it would be like to kiss him.

Emma closed her eyes and waited quietly.

Surprisingly, the kiss she imagined did not happen. She only felt Wen Hao's thick thumb wiping the corner of her mouth twice.

Emma opened her eyes again, with confusion and confusion in her eyes, and her slightly furrowed eyebrows seemed to contain a trace of anger.

"She is indeed a little girl. She can stick cream to the corner of her mouth even if she eats dessert."

Was it just to wipe the cream on the corner of my mouth?
  An emotion called "loss" quickly spread in my mind.

Wen Hao saw all the strange emotional changes that occurred on Emma's pretty face in a short period of time.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"Emma."

"Ok?"

Emma responded blankly.

"It's very late. Will your father or stepmother come back to take you home?"

"They." Emma lowered her head, replied in a muffled voice, and then said no more.

Wen Hao didn't know what happened to the girl in front of him suddenly, so he could only stay silent and wait quietly.

When she raised her head again, Wen Hao found that her eyes were red again, and tears rolled stubbornly in her eyes.

"What's going on? Why are you crying again?"

Emma wrinkled her nose, raised her head and said aggrievedly: "Tell me, am I very unattractive?"

"Why do you ask that?" Wen Hao immediately couldn't handle this question, "Please, you are the actor who plays Hermione. How many boys regard you as the lover of their dreams, how can you not be attractive?"

"Then why didn't you kiss me just now?" She yelled out this sentence completely choked with sobs.

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"And that bastard Tom Dark! I just refused to bring him to this party, but he thought I wanted to seduce Prince William, thought I wanted to abandon him, and then go climb a high tree!"

"He's a completely stupid, muscular and short-minded bastard! He's still playing football. I think he's been hit with a concussion a long time ago because of playing football, which has affected his intelligence!"

"&#*%^$X*@!"

He was scolded for a long time regardless of his image, and he was so angry that he didn't realize it. Maybe the half glass of champagne was assisting in this, but Wen Hao knew that this was indeed the darkness hidden under Emma Watson's delicate appearance. one side.

When she was still young, she was loved, admired, and sought after by her family, screenwriters, and film colleagues, so she did develop a "princess"-like character.

As we grow older, our thoughts become more and more remote in the subtle educational environment, and the negative effects of this "princess" character gradually appear, and finally the personal filter collapses again and again.
  "So, you have a boyfriend. Also, the reason why you cried earlier was because you had a dispute with your boyfriend and felt that his behavior hurt you."

"Yes, are you satisfied now?" Emma wiped away her tears with a stubborn expression, "How about it? Now you have to realize that the lovely and strong Hermione on the screen and I are not the same person at all!"

Wen Hao looked indifferent, stood up, and took the small half bottle of champagne hidden behind him.

Emma said reluctantly: "So you have seen my true face and are preparing to run away? Are you even worried that I will get drunk and act crazy, and you want to take the bottle away?"

She grabbed the bottle with all her strength, raised her head and drank a few sips for herself.

"Cough cough -" But soon, she couldn't bear it, so she stuck out her tongue and coughed.

Wen Hao finally couldn't help laughing, "That's not how you drink wine."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass again, took the wine bottle back from Emma's hand, and poured only a quarter of it.

"Those sommeliers always say that when drinking champagne, you need to shake it first, then drink it in your mouth and taste it slowly. In my opinion, this is all pretentious."

"But no matter what, it's definitely not okay to pour such high-quality wine into your mouth casually. Even if you don't follow the so-called rules, you have to at least drink it like a drink, right?"

After speaking, Wen Hao took a sip himself and set an example for the girl.

Just when he was about to swallow it, Emma, ​​who was in a flurry of emotions, suddenly came forward, stood on tiptoes and kissed her sweetly.

After giving out the kiss very quickly, she hurriedly raised her hand to support Wen Hao's chest, planning to escape from the scene of the crime.

But how could Wenhao let her go? In an instant, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist faster and pressed her directly into his arms.

"Emma Watson, it's really hard for me to use logic to define your behavior. You were so angry with me just now, and now...what are you making a fuss about?"

Emma was speechless for a moment.

Why is it?

Maybe it's because of my nature and sensitive mentality that I often do some nonsensical things without thinking.

However, she would definitely not admit that she was impulsive.

"Huh, I just accomplished something that a coward didn't dare to do." She forced herself to explain, "Do you dare to swear that in that atmosphere before, what you really wanted to do was not kiss me?"

Wen Hao nodded: "You are right, I do have this idea, but I think it is developing too fast, so I want to put a brake on it."

"Hypocritical! You sang the lyrics clearly, and now you are trying to pretend to be a gentleman?"

"Then I will do as you wish," Wen Hao licked his lips: "Next, learn from it, this is how kissing works."

No longer giving Emma a chance to be weird, Wen Hao quickly took action and attacked the city like wind and fire.

"Well"

The cool breeze couldn't dissipate the lingering affection, and Emma quickly relaxed.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a faint whisper in the wind.

"Carry me home tonight."

(End of this chapter)