I Really Like That Guy!

"Baby, since you don't like him, how about you like me in the future?"

The man's fingertips were burning, and with a little force, he easily pulled the woman's soft body into his arms. His tone was full of serious teasing, and his expression was also full of playful smiles. The raised thin lips were close to the woman's ear, and the hot breath sprinkled on her ear, and the eyes were ambiguous.

A Luo was in a daze, she still couldn't judge the meaning of his words, and couldn't even notice the difference between him and the past.

She just stared blankly at the man.

Inside the dimly lit carriage, his handsome face was haunted by a bewitching evil smile, and the man stared at her with burning eyes, like a predator staring at his prey, his eyes full of greed and desire.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Arlo stammered out a word.

"Brother Ning Xuan, you, your smile, is that the legendary evil smile..."

A Luo's little head was a mess, and when he saw the man's face, his first reaction was to think of some scenes in the novels she had read, in which tyrannical tyrants dragged the male protagonist "with an evil smile".

It turned out that she had imagined what the evil smile would look like, and she finally saw it today.

She raised her hand and touched the man's face. His facial features were ingenious and perfectly outrageous. When his face was expressionless, he was like a ruthless god, but when he laughed recklessly, he was like a degenerate succubus in hell. .

"Brother Ning Xuan, look good when you smile."

The man's eyes narrowed, and under the dark and thick long eyelashes, a dark streamer slipped through the hidden eyes.

He knew that at the moment she hadn't recognized who he was, but he didn't plan to explain, instead he asked coaxingly, "Then do you like me laughing?"

A Luo thought hard for a while, then nodded obediently and said, "I like it, as long as it's Brother Ning Xuan, I like it." When the words were finished, she burped a little.

The man's low and hoarse laughter overflowed from his throat. His voice was slightly hoarse, **** and sultry, and fell in his ears, the tip of his heart seemed to be gently scratched by a feather.

The drunk little woman tilted her head and ducked subconsciously.

"Itching," she muttered.

The man leaned closer to her, his thin lips seemed to be touching the tip of her ear, and he whispered, "Where is it itching?"

Arlo is honest: "Ears, itchy."

"Brother come to scratch you, okay?" The man smiled lowly.

The baffles of the rear and front seats in the car were lowered, the assistant in the front seat could not hear the movement behind, and the little woman in her arms was even more drunk and confused. Therefore, no one else found that Ning Xuan, who used to be cold and old-fashioned in the past, had become a complete stranger unknowingly.

It seemed that he was going against the original Ning Xuan, the usual Ning Xuan was expressionless and indifferent and restrained.

At this time, Ning Xuan was indulgent, he woke up from a deep sleep, and the smile never disappeared from his face. His fingertips rubbed gently on the woman's waist, his thin lips slid down the edge of her ear, and the soft lips lingered on her small and lovely auricle, like a kissing fish, pecked and kissed one by one.

The woman hummed softly: "It's more, more itchy, and still hot."

"It won't be hot when you blow it."

The man blew lightly at her delicate cochlea. In the next second, the body of the little guy in her arms felt softer. She lay on his chest and gasped softly, like a boneless mermaid.

"Brother Ning Xuan, you, what are you doing?" She seemed to have finally reacted, and the situation seemed not quite right.

The man grabbed her waist with one hand and raised her chin with the other. When he speaks, his tone is always very long, and the originally cold voice has become dazzling. He said slowly, "Good boy, my brother loves you."

Not only his hands and breath, but his lips were also hot, spreading from his ears like a string of flames, gently printing her profile.

A Luo thought in a daze, Ning Xuan looked cold, how could his lips be so hot?

The place where the soft and hot lips and tongues had been raging seemed to have been burned by flames, igniting her whole body along the way.

A Luo only felt short of breath, and gradually couldn't breathe, and the world in front of him turned upside down.

The figure of the man covered most of her field of vision, and she could only see his scattered hair, crow feather-like eyelashes, and the blurred dark eyes hidden in the shadows.

She was wrapped tightly in his arms, and her waist fell on his broad palm. He was like the guest who was tasting the food, moving slowly and slowly, devouring his little dessert bit by bit.

He is very patient, or rather ritualistic, and doesn't seem impatient at all. He kissed her side face, kissed her eyes, kissed the tip of her nose, and finally put his hot thin lips on the corners of her lips. At that moment, he even sighed contentedly.

"Should I be the first to taste it?" he said, with great, uncontrollable excitement in his voice, "It's delightful, that guy can't compare to me in this kind of thing. Woolen cloth."

The next second, he was about to grab the first kiss from the person in his arms, but his eyes suddenly darkened and he fainted.

Arlo, who was heavily pressed by the man, blinked stupidly, hugged Brother Ning Xuan, who fell into a deep sleep for a moment, and thought about it with his slow little head, but he couldn't understand what happened for a long time.

Then came a drowsiness. She yawned and fell asleep on the seat.

After a while, the body shook slightly and arrived at the destination.

The assistant got down from the front row, opened the door of the back seat, and saw his boss holding his forehead in his hand, looking a little confused.

"Boss?" the assistant called out to him.

"Arrived?"

Ning Xuan quickly woke up, and his eyes became clear again.

I don't know what happened just now, maybe because he was too tired recently, he fell asleep in the car.

He quickly packed up his emotions and returned to his usual state. He glanced at the little woman lying on the seat beside him, sleeping soundly, with a helpless look in his eyes.

Ning Xuan got out of the car and turned to the other side of the car. When he got close and smelled the strong smell of wine on the woman's body, he frowned unconsciously.

He picked up the woman horizontally and said to his assistant, "Go off work."

Assistant: "Good boss."

The car is parked in the parking lot downstairs, which is a private parking lot, equipped with a private elevator, directly to the floor where he lives.

Ning Xuan walked into the elevator with the person in his arms, and the mirrored walls of the elevator reflected the figures of the two of them.

The woman is petite, curled up in his arms in a small ball, and her little face is flushed against his chest. She is very cute and cute.

"Ning Xuan, brother..." The little woman in her arms was still muttering, but when she listened carefully, she was actually calling his name.

Ning Xuan's icy face softened slightly, instead of looking down at her, he turned his eyes to the mirrored wall and stared at her beautiful face through the mirror.

However, his expression suddenly became cold, and his black eyes stared at the profile of the woman in the mirror, his eyes were like electric knives, cold to the bone marrow.

He saw a few bright red marks under the woman's fair and tender ears.

The bright red was reflected on the snow-white and flawless skin, like red plums falling on the snow, adding a touch of delicacy and extravagance.

Ning Xuan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes slid down and landed on the woman's closed eyes, and the aura around him became extremely cold.

A Luo only woke up the next morning. At that time, she was lying on the bed, her head hurt and swelled, and she was dizzy and didn't know what was going on.

Looking at the bright sunlight coming in from the window, she took out her mobile phone and glanced at it, it was after eight o'clock in the morning.

Holding his head up, some sporadic clips from last night poured into his mind, Zhao Xintong, the bar, Du Xun, Irish coffee, and... Ning Xuan!

This time, A Luo woke up in an instant. She jumped up from the bed and found that she was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and the makeup on her face had not been removed. Obviously, she was taken directly home and threw on the bed. .

You don't have to think about who the person who brought her home is. Unfortunately, A Luo's memory is too vague after drinking. She vaguely remembers that Ning Xuan went to the bar to pick her up, and then the two got into the car, in the car... what happened in the car Woolen cloth?

In a trance, a few low-pitched magnetic laughter swept through my heart.

"Brother give you a scratch, okay?"

"Good, my brother loves you."

There were a few vague scenes in front of her eyes, the man's wicked smile, the dark pupils, and the lips and tongues rubbing against the corners of her ears.

"Ah!" Arlo suddenly covered his face and cried out in a low, uncontrollable voice.

Too, too exciting! No, it should be that person, too lustful!

How could Brother Ning Xuan be such a person? He is an ice cube face, a piece of wood that would throw his drunken wife on the bed.

So, it must be a dream! How could she have such a dream? Are you too hungry?

Recalling this, Arlo couldn't help raising his hand and slapped his smoking cheek, wondering if he should find some alphabet books to satisfy his cravings.

After finally recovering from the shame, she went to take a shower, removed her makeup and changed into clean clothes. When she went out, she didn't expect to see Ning Xuan. Usually, he would have gone to the company early at this time.

The kitchen nanny aunt was still there and told her that her husband had kept porridge for her.

Hearing this, A Luo was finally in a better mood. Although Ning Xuan didn't understand the style, he still thought about her.

While drinking porridge, A Luo's cell phone rang, and he took it over to see that it was a call from Zhao Xintong.

"Of course, your brother Ning Xuan is terrible, I'm crying, someone came to check my bar today! They said that I was operating illegally, and all the waiters I hired at a high price were kicked out!! "

As soon as it was connected, the sound of Zhao Xintong's ghost crying and wolf howling came from the opposite side.

A Luo took the phone a little further away, and said carefully: "Uh, that... Tongtong, condolences."

Zhao Xintong: "Where did your brother Ning Xuan get so angry! He even called Du Xun away by himself. I don't know what to say. When he came back, Du Xun was almost scared to pee! He has to check the store Surveillance, I'm really convinced! Did you do something last night, he looks really terrifying today, he came to me early in the morning to get angry!"

"I didn't do anything," A Luo also felt aggrieved and said with a bitter face, "I just woke up, I fell asleep in the car last night, and then he left me on the bed alone. I didn't change my clothes or take off my makeup, he just left me dry all night!"

Zhao Xintong burst into joy: "Absolutely, where are you a husband, you just found a father!"