Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 18·The Rejection
The thin air in the car was almost oppressive. After a long time, Jiang Chuchu realized that she had forgotten to breathe.

The man's lips were soft and slightly cool. I don't know if it was Jiang Chuchu's illusion. She smelled an almost indistinguishable aroma of tobacco.

She withdrew a little, trying to see the expression on the man's face clearly through the darkness, but after watching for a long time, she was annoyed to find that the man was indeed expressionless. After a little movement, he let her mess around like a fool, neither avoiding nor responding.

Jiang Chuchu wrapped his arms around his arms and looked at him seriously, "I kissed you."

With her back to the moonlight, her eyes are the brightest places in the car.

"I know."

His voice was slightly hoarse, like the rustling sound of a pencil writing on white paper, very comfortable and scratching one's ears.

Jiang Chuchu frowned dissatisfied, "You said before that you fell in love with me at first sight, and now I respond to you, shouldn't you hug me ecstatically? Why is it like this,"

Her eyes were bewitching all the time, and her body was leaning towards the man, almost in a gesture of throwing herself into his arms.

Wen Jiusi's Adam's apple twitched, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

"It's home, you go back first."

She looked reserved and ascetic, as if it was another person who said that she liked her.

What the hell?

What do you mean you go back first?
Change of heart so quickly?
Men are big hooves!

Jiang Chuchu felt that her charm had been seriously provoked, she wanted to take off his clothes, throw herself on him, and listen to his heart beating as calmly as he showed, but in the end, she just smiled and said.

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

Jiang Chuchu opened the door and got out of the car, then turned around and bent over, smiling coquettishly.

"You said, when I'm in a bad mood, I can come to you. That's right."

Wen Jiusi nodded at her, rolled up the window and drove away.

Jiang Chuchu looked at the back of the car leaving in the dust, and clenched her fists in her heart: She doesn't believe it, how could it be that what she wants is not hers.

When I got home, it was rare that all four of them were in the living room. Jiang Mingzhu and Jiang Shuyuan sat on one side, and Jiang Xiaying and Jiang Fusheng sat on the other side, clearly different from each other.

Seeing her come back, they stopped talking and looked at Jiang Chuchu.

Jiang Chuchu sighed unknowingly, today is really a long day.

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, Wen Jiusi returned to the apartment, threw the car keys on the table beside him, took off his coat and hung it up slowly, and put on his shoes.

There was no light on in the room.

He stood in front of the window overlooking the night of the city, and the lights of thousands of houses were scattered outside.

Closing his eyes, he still had those cat-like eyes, and a certain part of his body was still surging with blood, showing to himself the failure of self-control management.

The moment Jiang Chuchu kissed him, what was he thinking?
He wanted to hug her, kiss her back fiercely, tell her that he was also a man with desires, and tell her the consequences of her easy provocation.

But he can't.

After a long time, Wen Jiusi sighed heavily. He got up and went to the study, and turned on the computer. The blue light on the computer screen reflected his serious face.

On that document, there was a photo of Jiang Chuchu, but she was much more immature than now. She was lying on a hospital bed with her eyes closed, her complexion pale and lifeless.

(End of this chapter)