Chapter 485: Self-denial and righteousness, the voice-controlled professor fell in love online with his neighbor, the widow who killed her husband (25)
"As long as I have it."
Zhuang Ninghe had never thought that she would guess it.
It all comes down to him being shy.
Her admiring and infatuated look just now made him feel ashamed, but he couldn't control his brain and kept thinking...
If you look at it again, something bad may happen.
"Who could be Wan Cheng's friend? The one with the surname Chen?"
The smile in Zhuang Ninghe's eyes disappeared instantly, "No..."
She squinted her eyes in pretending to be annoyed, "I've met a lot of people, but who knew you were looking at me secretly."
"There is one person I always see, and that's my neighbor."
"Hey, it seems my neighbor is also a teacher. It seems you two are from the same school..."
"Why don't you ask him?"
"Or are you him?"
"But I don't think my boyfriend would be that bad."
"We meet every day but you never tell me the truth..."
As she spoke each word leisurely, Zhuang Ninghe's originally calm expression changed unpredictably, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the skin under the black V-neck.
The next second, the girl in the camera stood up, wearing a long white down jacket, wrapped like a dumpling.
"Where are you going?"
"Guess?" Lin Muqing returned the words to him and then walked out.
The video call was not disconnected.
Zhuang Ninghe's expression changed slightly, showing a bit of helplessness and haste. He got up from the bed and hurriedly put on his shoes.
The bell outside the house rang.
If he had opened the door he would have seen it.
As the man stood at the doorway, hesitating, he heard her mutter, "It's so cold."
“Crack.”
The door opened.
"Why don't you put on some clothes and hide it from me?" Leaning against the door, her face flushed with cold, full of energy. She looked into his eyes with a look of surprise and as if she had expected it.
Just put it on like this.
Zhuang Ninghe said nothing, his eyes darkened, and he held her shoulders and led her in.
I quickly closed the door to block out the cold air outside.
He pulled her to the sofa in front of the fireplace and pressed her to sit down.
I saw her wearing only a pair of white socks and furry shoes, over her down jacket, holding her legs up and moving them to the sofa.
The tall figure bent down, looked into her eyes as she lay flat on her back, and then he grabbed the black coat on the sofa and covered her with it.
"Next time it's cold don't go out, even the one next door."
He didn't ask the reason, just said a word of concern.
Lin Muqing lay obediently on the sofa, and the heat in the room gradually became warmer.
"Boyfriend." She reached out and tugged at the hem of the man's robe as he turned around. The silk robe was very elastic.
She accidentally used too much force, and Zhuang Ninghe seemed to be tripped, with his hands resting on the raised armrest of the leather sofa above her head.
He lowered his head and pinched her soft face through the gauze, that was all.
"Hmm? What do you want to say?"
Looking down, he became even more nervous.
"I want you to take off your mask." She gently touched the man's hand above her head.
Zhuang Ning closed his eyes and took off his glasses, revealing a face with outstanding features. Unlike the cold and indifferent look of the past, he now had a helpless smile and tenderness beneath the tenderness.
She smiled slightly and took off her scarf.
He asked, "How do you know it's mine?"
Lin Muqing said bluntly: "It should be one day in the elevator. I sent a message and your phone just happened to ring. Then you just said that we often meet. I remembered that you both taught in the same place..."
Listening to her mumbling, Zhuang Ninghe carefully observed her delicate features.
In fact, I still haven't recovered from the encounter just now.
"You guessed it right."
"But the reward... is only valid in the video."
There was a hint of lust in his eyes, but she still saw it.
Just like the time before, I had been trying to restrain myself from touching you through my down jacket or silk scarf.
I didn't touch her skin at all.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Zhuang Ninghe stared at her, his eyes were pure darkness, and there was an ambiguity between the two of them.
"Well, I'll say it earlier next time."
He quickly stood up and put his hands on the belt around his waist, fearing that it would fall off.
Zhuang Ninghe turned around and sat on the coffee table, legs crossed, nightgown hanging lazily down to his calves, facing the girl who suddenly sat up on the sofa, and remained calm.
But he didn't expect her to stand up and hug him, snorting coldly, very unhappy.
"You're so cold, not at all like a boyfriend meeting his girlfriend, huh."
"I..." Zhuang Ninghe's legs sank as she sat on the coffee table, and her soft body wrapped in a down jacket sat up.
He should have reached out and hugged her waist, but his hands were stiff.
Afraid of overstepping the boundaries and also afraid of making her unhappy.
"Okay, I'll hold you. Don't be angry." He coaxed her in a low voice and held her in his arms through her down jacket.
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