Disguised as a man, the chief pet of the president

Chapter 224

Luo Xiaofan looked at his watch.It was almost five o'clock.

Let's go to Maple first, and I haven't told Mr. Wenren about returning to China.

Knowing that she was going back to China, Mr. Wen Ren didn't say anything. After all, two of his four disciples were already in China, but Eric, the only young disciple from England, was very reluctant.

Eric is only in his early twenties, but he started a few years earlier than Luo Xiaofan.

But because he is the youngest and the only foreigner, everyone still dotes on him.

He came over and said to Luo Xiaofan: "Wu Jing and Wu are connected by water as their hometown, and it is very difficult for you to go to the Spring River. Where to sail at sunset, it is heartbreaking to see at the end of the world."

Luo Xiaofan was amused with a pop.

Eric is learning Chinese recently, so he is naturally his teacher.This poem is also the poem about parting that Luo Xiaofan once told him.

Don't think that just because you hear that he can recite ancient Chinese poems fluently, you think how good his Chinese is.

"What's the meaning of the last sentence?" She asked with a smile.

Eric replied in English: "I have been studying for a long time, and I don't understand why it breaks people's hearts just by looking at it. Do you think the person he watched was an undercover agent and was shot from behind? It's hard to understand." , Chinese culture is really broad and profound.”

Seeing his troubled expression, even Mr. Wenren laughed this time.

Typical British "Little Swallow".

In the evening, Eric offered a farewell meal, and she couldn't refuse, but she was still thinking about "Dream House, seven o'clock" that Mo Yinfeng said.

So when it was almost time, she just found a reason to escape first.

At seven o'clock, she arrived at DreamHouse, and after entering, someone led her to a private room.

Fortunately, Mo Yinfeng hadn't arrived yet, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked in alone, and the light inside was very dim.

Seeing the cutlery on the table, could it be that Mo Yinfeng wanted to have dinner with her, she was looking forward to it.

She sits on the sofa.

However, time just flowed little by little.

For two hours, Mo Yinfeng did not appear.

Fortunately, I have just eaten.

I can't express the complexity in my heart, if I say loss, there is not much, if I say sad, I can't say it.

After all, it's been two years, and my mind has calmed down a lot. I have experienced a lot, and I don't have so many extravagant hopes.

There was a helpless smile on the corner of her mouth, and she stood up.

Looking around, there was a bottle of wine on the table.

Luo Xiaofan opened it by himself, took a goblet and poured a cup to drink slowly.

Good wine, silky in the mouth, worthy of Lafite in 92.

I don't know how long it took, but she fell asleep on the sofa.

So when Mo Yinfeng opened the door and came in, seeing her curled up in the corner of the sofa sleeping like a kitten, she immediately slowed down her steps.

An important client suddenly came tonight, and it was with great difficulty that he got away and came here.

I didn't expect her to wait here all this time.

However, when he walked in front of her, he frowned.

Her coat was taken off beside her, and she was only wearing a thin sweater underneath, and the heating in the room was not turned on.

However, she was still able to fall asleep, so there was no guarantee that she would not catch a cold tomorrow.

He walked over and gently picked her up.

The empty embrace of so many years was suddenly filled, his heart speeded up, and his breathing became a little short.

The person in her arms is still sleeping soundly, breathing softly and long, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like a small fan, and the small and delicate nose makes people want to pinch it, after sleeping for so long, There is still a little blush on the face, like the red glow in the evening, so beautiful that the tentacles are about to shatter.

Finally, his eyes stopped on her naturally slightly pouty rosy little mouth.

He actually hugged her like this and watched her for a long time...

The eyes are getting darker and darker, and the breathing is getting thicker and thicker.

Finally, he lowered his head slowly, very slowly, but his heartbeat became faster and faster.

When she was about to touch her lips, the tip of her nose was already lingering with the faint scent of milk on her body.

The person in his arms suddenly opened his eyes.

The breathing of both of them seemed to be stagnant.

He was only a few millimeters away from her, and his smell was already filling the tip of her nose. As soon as she opened her eyes, she looked into his black jade-like eyes, like the endless sea at night, so deep that it made people feel uncomfortable. despair.

His expression was still cold, but from such a close look, it was so vivid that she was addicted to it just by looking at it.

"Close your eyes." He finally said.

The voice is low and hoarse, but it seems to have a magical power.

She obediently closed her eyes.

Mo Yinfeng looked at her blushing and flustered face, and a part of her heart seemed to soften slowly.

The moment the lips touched, the crazy longing of the past two years seemed to finally find a support, and the torment of bone erosion seemed to wake up in the body all at once, screaming crazily.

The taste that has been lost for many years but is imagined and missed every day has become so real now, but he feels like he is in a dream.

I was woken up at midnight almost every day for two years, because the warmth next to the habitual touch was always empty and distressing.Deep thinking tends to be more rampant at this time.

Every time at that time, it was always the time when he hated her the most.

And his shell has also become harder in such day-to-day torment.

But now, his icy shell is slowly melting under such a real temperature.

Because there was a fire burning in his heart, which made him feel like he was tormenting in the magma of hell.

And she is her only sweet spring.

He kissed her fiercely, pried open her white teeth with his tongue, entangled her fiercely, and his arms became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his bone marrow, and there was no way to separate her from now on.

A hand has entered unceremoniously from the hem of the sweater...

(End of this chapter)