The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and I couldn't see the road clearly at night.

Nie Ziyang and several others were trapped.

The car stopped on the side of the road.

Nie Ziyang, however, was not troubled by being trapped at all, and looked excited: "What do you think, can Ninth Brother and Little Sister-in-law be together tonight?"

If it works, at least I'll have a golden medal of immunity from death when bombs explode in the future.

It's better to have a boy at once, which is safer.

"You think Brother Nine is you, beast."

"Hey, why are you still swearing?" Nie Ziyang punched Tang Jun.

Feng Yilin in the back row smiled faintly, "I think my sister-in-law is not completely uninterested in Brother Nine."

If he saw correctly, Meng Mingxuan's face should have turned red when he called her sister-in-law.

"It's interesting that Brother Jiu has been waiting for so many years? And Yin Ting, that guy... that guy intervened in the middle of the game?" Nie Ziyang was annoyed. He didn't expect Yin Ting to be Yan Yuting. As a result, he couldn't help but call Yan Yuting a bastard.

"Nineth brother was right in treating my sister-in-law, and it's no wonder that my sister-in-law was seduced away by someone else. Don't you think that Yin Ting back then was very similar to my ninth brother when he smiled?" Feng Yilin still smiled faintly.

Nie Ziyang thought so too. Ninth brother treated his younger sister-in-law with the attitude of a head of the family. How could his younger sister-in-law have any romantic feelings for him?

"My baby is still the easiest to coax. No matter if she's angry or sad, I can just hold her down and give her a kiss." Nie Ziyang grinned.

"You've left me alone for three years and you haven't fallen in love with someone else? Do you want me to check for you?" Feng Yilin struck with precision.

Tang Jun glanced at Feng Yilin, then at Nie Ziyang.

It was no secret that after Nie Ziyang was exiled to Lincheng, his fiancée almost became someone else's.

There is a hidden contradiction between the two.

Feng Yilin said this to remind Nie Ziyang that there might be something hidden behind this and he should find out more.

“…”

Nie Ziyang felt bored when the conversation turned to himself, so he asked the driver to start the car, "Let the rain stop, drive back slowly."

"Yes, Master."

…

In the Koi Garden, Meng Mingxuan had just completed the difficult task of undressing.

When she was about to get clean clothes for Yan Mojiu, Yan Mojiu pulled her back into his arms.

"Who are you?"

"?"

Are you drunk? Don't even know her?

"Why do you look like me..." Girlfriend.

Yan Mojiu's lips were covered by Meng Mingxuan.

Meng Mingxuan's face turned from red to pale.

Like who?

Who does she look like?

Yan Mojiu pulled her hand and turned around.

Meng Mingxuan felt her body spinning, and in a second she was lying on the bed, with Yan Mojiu, who was drunk, on top of her.

She was almost intoxicated by him.

"bright……"

Yan Mojiu's voice was as light as a feather, brushing across Meng Mingxuan's heart.

The last word was spoken too softly. Meng Mingxuan tried hard to hear it clearly but failed.

Maybe she heard it.

It was just that she subconsciously wanted to block it out and didn't want to hear clearly.

Meng Mingxuan secretly felt disgusted with her own thoughts.

Yan Mojiu lowered his head and looked at Meng Mingxuan, who was being unnaturally obedient beside him. There was no resistance in her eyes.

He supported her back with one hand, raised his right hand, and used his fingers to push aside her dry hair.

The air conditioning temperature is just right.

He felt hot.

Meng Mingxuan watched Yan Mojiu lower his head, and his handsome face slowly approached her.

he……

When the warmth and softness came up to her, Meng Mingxuan unconsciously grabbed the skirt at her side.

His breathing was heavy, but his kisses were light.

After only a few seconds of kissing, he fell on top of her and seemed to fall asleep.

Meng Mingxuan's heart was beating wildly, "boom boom" as if it was going to jump out of her chest.

After a while, Meng Mingxuan came back.

"Yan Mojiu, you ruined my first kiss." She complained in a low voice.

놌The first kiss she had imagined was nothing like it was.

It's a bit regrettable.

When she was about to escape from the man, she seemed to wake him up.

He raised his head again, clasped the back of her head with his palm, and stared at her with eyes so dark that they made her panic. "What are you moving around for?"

“…”

He is so heavy, why don't you let her escape?

Just when Meng Mingxuan was about to say that she felt uncomfortable being pressed down by him, he lowered his head again.

This time the kiss was domineering and fierce.

It was so possessive and fierce that Meng Mingxuan could hardly breathe.

But he seemed to be very skillful. When she could hardly keep up with the rhythm, he would leave slightly to give her enough time to catch her breath.

After she took two breaths of fresh air, he quickly came closer and continued to kiss her like a storm.

His fingers slowly pried open her fingers and held her hand tightly, palm against palm, pressing on top.

Their breaths blended together, and she opened her eyes helplessly to look at him, but was immediately burned by the heat in his eyes and closed her eyes again.

The black hair that had already sprouted in my heart began to sprout completely.

In the end, Yan Mojiu still didn't change his clothes.

Meng Mingxuan was kissed by him until she was completely exhausted, and she just fell asleep in his arms.

She didn't even know how she fell asleep.

She only knew that when the morning sun shone into the room, she subconsciously hid in a place where there was no sun.

Last night, I forgot to draw the curtains.

When her cheek touched the warm skin, she woke up immediately.

"morning."

The man's low and hoarse voice, which was unique to the morning, sounded above her head.

Meng Mingxuan realized belatedly that the warm skin belonged to Yan Mojiu.

She quickly withdrew from his arms and regained consciousness.

"……morning."

"I'm going to the company. What are Mingxuan's plans for today?" Yan Mojiu got out of bed and planned to take a shower first.

Meng Mingxuan looked at his back and said, "No arrangements."

Doesn't he remember what happened last night?

Yan Mojiu tilted his head and said, "You can take your bodyguard to Kyoto for a stroll. I'll send you a message when I'm done and have dinner with you."

"Why did you drink so much last night?" Meng Mingxuan didn't care about shopping or eating.

"Thinking of some past events, I couldn't help but drink a few more glasses."

Yan Mojiu was silent for a moment, then said, "Mingxuan, there is something..."

A layer of mist appeared in Meng Mingxuan's beautiful eyes.

“……”Looking at Meng Mingxuan like this, Yan Mojiu couldn’t tell her about that matter.

Let's do it again.

He walked back to Meng Mingxuan and sat down.

"What's wrong?" He held her in his arms.

"Have you forgotten what happened in the past?" Meng Mingxuan wanted to grab his clothes, but he was not wearing them.

So her fingers slid along his waist.

Yan Mojiu's body trembled, and there was something strange about it.

"Let's forget about the past, okay?"

She had liked someone else, and he had liked someone else too.

Yin Ting doesn't like her.

My sister doesn't like him either.

She was into the play.

She hoped he would join in the fun.

"You are my only love." Meng Mingxuan hugged his waist tightly with red eyes, "Meng Mingxuan is my only love."

Yan Mojiu thought of what Grandpa Yan said to her. Did she realize something?

But she didn't want to pursue it, or even listen to it.

She only has him.

She didn't want to break up with him.

"good."

Yan Mojiu hugged her tightly and agreed hoarsely, "Let's forget about the past."