I'm a world apart from you

Chapter 71 Every day is time smiling (1)
The two of them stayed in the not-so-spacious bathroom for a while, fearing that Wen Ge's stomach would hurt from hunger if he didn't eat all morning. Wen Shaoyuan twisted a towel and wiped her face. Seeing her wrinkled nose, he lowered his head in her lap. A kiss on the tip of the nose: "What do you want for lunch? I'll make it for you."

Wen Ge tilted his head and thought for a while, watching him bend over to wash the towel and hang it up, put his arms around him, put his legs around his waist, and muttered: "You carry me out first."

Wen Shaoyuan glanced down at her bare feet, hooked around his waist, which were made whiter and more tender by his dark black trousers, bent his arms to support the bends of her legs, exerted a little force, and firmly He picked her up and said, "Change your clothes and put on socks, don't catch a cold."

After the two of them clarified their relationship, Wen Ge relied heavily on his good feelings towards him, bent his lips against his ear, thought for a while, turned his head, and touched lightly.

The soft touch made Wen Shaoyuan stop, and he opened the distance between him and her and glanced at her.

Wen Ge and him looked at each other, retracted the hand wrapped around his neck, and pinched his ear lightly: "Uncle, let's go out to eat at noon."

She bent her eyes and smiled. After the intimacy just now, her face was still hot. The crimson color on her fair face was as lustrous as precious jade, and there seemed to be water flowing in those eyes, and the brilliance was endless. .

Wen Shaoyuan's heart couldn't help being soft, he let out a hum, lifted the hand on the bend of her leg, his eyes swept across her slightly open chest, and he coughed lightly, and suddenly said: "When will you Proposal?"

Wen Ge couldn't keep up with his rhythm for a while, so he let out a cry.

Wen Shaoyuan tilted his head and rubbed against her, but didn't speak again.

This brief moment was enough for Wen Ge to react. She let out a groan, her eyes involuntarily curved up and narrowed into crescent moons, but her mouth was serious: "Are you thinking too early? We Just decided to give it a try, how could anyone get married so soon?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Ge said again: "I'm still young, and I'll have to talk about love for a few years before..."

Before she finished speaking, her body suddenly lost weight, and she was thrown directly onto the soft big bed while protecting her back.She was blinded for a while, and as soon as she came back to her senses, he pressed down, tilted his head and bit her neck with a bit of force, and it hurt slightly.

"Wen Shaoyuan!" She cried out in fright, kicking her legs and struggling.

Wen Shaoyuan pressed her legs with one hand, but his teeth did not loosen, he just relaxed a little.Under the teeth is her extraordinarily soft skin, and her pulse is still beating in the warmth.

His eyes suddenly became blurred, as if he saw the girl from ten years ago, when she was held in his arms, she cuddled up obediently and tightly, her eyes were still a little uneasy, and when she occasionally looked at him, she was cautious and cautious. Wholehearted trust.At that time, he seemed to let her go into his world in a moment of resignation, and after that, it was even more out of control.

He let go of his mouth, looked down at the neck where he had bitten a row of tooth marks, touched his lips, and kissed, his voice was slightly hoarse because of a little lust: "I'm serious, don't question what an old man said Sincerely speaking."

He pronounced the word "old man" emphatically, as though he was gnashing his teeth.

Seeing the water in her eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, without further pestering: "Hey, go and change your clothes, I'll take you out for dinner."

Wen Ge snorted, watched him get up, and slowly buttoned back the two buttons she had unbuttoned in the bathroom just now.

During the whole process, his eyes never left her, and the complex emotions in his eyes, like a flame burning against the wind, became more and more intense.

Wen Ge was terrified by his eyes, pulled the quilt to cover himself calmly, waited to see him leave, then let out a soft breath, took the paper bag he put aside casually in one hand, looked at the clothes, It is indeed my sister-in-law's style - Yujie Fan.

The sky did not know when it was snowing again, and the snowflakes slowly floated down and piled up on the high snowdrifts.

Wen Ge held a small wine glass in her hand, and the wine in the glass was just warmed. The heat passed through the glass to her fingertips, and even the wine that entered her throat was warm enough to make her heart feel slightly hot.

I don't know if it's the scent of plum blossoms mixed into the wine or the smell in this box, but the faint scent of flowers is like a ray of fresh wind pouring into my heart in this well-heated room.

She lay on the window for a while to breathe the fresh air outside the window, and just as she stretched out her hand to catch the fluttering snowflakes, he grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her back. Immediately, he also closed the window.

Wen Ge suddenly felt disappointed: "Drink to enjoy the snow scene, uncle, don't close the window!"

Wen Shaoyuan looked down at her, with disapproval in his eyes: "It's been windy for a long time, don't go back at night and catch a cold again."

"Open half, just half." She discussed and pushed the window open, fearing that he would reach out to stop him again, she took his hand and pressed it on the table.

As soon as she propped up the window, he held the hand that was holding him instead. His somewhat rough thumb lightly rubbed the back of her hand, and raised the cup to her.Those clear eyes reflected the sunlight, as transparent as glass balls, looking at her intently.

Wen Ge suddenly laughed, picked up the wine glass, and drank with him.

She doesn't drink well, so she didn't touch the glass at first, but after watching him take a few sips, she gradually smelled the aroma of the wine, which was clear and mellow, which made her greedy come out, so she fed him The wine glass that came over took a sip.

Wen Ge has always disliked spicy and bitter wine, and finds it bitter and difficult to drink, but this wine has a mellow taste, with the light fragrance of plum blossoms, it is clear and intoxicating, and after entering her throat, there is a hint of sweetness, which makes her want to move.

The more Wen Ge drank, the more addicted he became, and he drank several cups unknowingly.

Wen Shaoyuan's purpose was not to get her drunk, to make her greedy, so he controlled her and kept her from drinking too much. After she took a sip, he would fill her stomach with some food. It took two hours to finish the meal more than enough.

Wen Ge Jiu Jin felt a little drowsy, lay on the table with his hands on his pillow for a while, just squinted his eyes and fell asleep when the phone rang.

Wen Shaoyuan helped her take the phone out of the bag, and when he handed it to her, he glanced at the caller ID inadvertently, raised his eyebrows slightly, pressed down the corners of his slightly raised lips, and looked at her.

Wen Ge didn't notice the strangeness in him at all, and covered his forehead to pick it up, his voice was still a bit confused: "Hello? Yang Qiao."

Yang Qiao was bouncing on the bus at the moment, and when she finally answered the phone, her suppressed anger exploded: "Do you have a conscience? You didn't say anything when you left? If I hadn't gone to find my uncle today, I didn't even know that you went back to city A last night."

Wen Ge scratched his head, feeling a little unreasonable: "Didn't I forget?"

In fact, she didn't completely forget that when she made this decision yesterday, she thought of talking to Yang Qiao, but then Wen Shaoyuan took up all her thoughts, so she forgot about it. If Yang Qiao hadn't called , she probably will continue to forget.

"Can't you have some snacks?" Yang Qiao, with a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat, lifted his hand to his forehead feebly, looked at the foggy glass window, and pinched his brows with a headache, "Then how is your uncle's condition? "

Wen Ge subconsciously glanced at Wen Shaoyuan, only to realize that he had been looking at him, paused before answering: "It's okay."

As soon as the words finished, Wen Shaoyuan passed her hand over her shoulder, and closed the wooden window lightly.

His scented cuffs brushed against the tip of her nose, Wen Ge involuntarily closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his hands rested on the wooden window behind her.

Wen Shaoyuan's sudden approach made Wen Ge's mind short-circuited, blank, and he didn't even hear what Yang Qiao said at the other end.

He lowered his head, his warm lips moved down along her forehead and the bridge of her nose, and finally landed on her lips gently, with the aroma of wine, mellow and intoxicating.

With such a low alcohol content, he seems to be drunk at the moment, indulging in her softness.

He kissed little by little, and even heard clearly what Yang Qiao said on the phone.

"I said, you are so worried, you rushed over to look for your uncle overnight, did you see it? Let me tell you, now Wen Shaoyuan likes you and chases you all over the world. You can express yourself appropriately." Participating, it’s good if you know, but don’t be too proactive..."

Wen Ge laughed when he heard it, and Wen Shaoyuan took hold of him and put his hand around his waist, slowly hugging him tightly.

Wen Shaoyuan once told her that he drank Yang Qiao's vinegar for four years.

It's not very affectionate, nor is it lingering, it can even be regarded as a plain narrative, but every time Wen Ge thinks about it, he feels like a pot of water has been warmed in his heart, no matter how cold the weather is, it is always warm.

Wen Shaoyuan turned his hand to the back of her head, gently supported her, bit her lips, and slightly closed his eyes.

"Why don't you talk? Don't be ashamed of me. I'm someone who has experienced it. I tried my best when I wanted to chase you, but it didn't work out in the end." Yang Qiao sighed regretfully, and said foolishly : "But I want to make a statement. It's definitely not that I made a mistake in strategy. It's because you have your own interests that make you unmoved. Hey, I've said so much, did you hear me?"

It was too loud.

Wen Shaoyuan was a little impatient, and while holding Wen Ge's hand holding the phone, he lowered his voice and muttered, "Close your eyes."

That soft voice, lingering and lingering, neither light nor heavy, was just enough for Yang Qiao, who was in dire straits, to hear clearly on the other end of the phone.

With a snap, the phone on the other end hung up quickly and hard.

The whole world is quiet.

Hearing the beeping busy tone in his ear, Wen Ge couldn't laugh or cry.

The slightly hot mobile phone was still attached to her ear, she avoided it, and just about to speak, Wen Shaoyuan's hand on her wrist slowly grasped her palm along her wrist bone, and at the same time, she did not allow her to dodge at all He pressed her against the window, trapping her in a utterly aggressive position.

He reached out and took out the cell phone she was still holding tightly, and his tone was soft and dangerous: "Reluctant to hang up?"

Wen Ge looked at the mobile phone that Wen Shaoyuan had casually put in his pocket, and avoided the seriousness: "What are you doing with my mobile phone?"

"You're not paying attention," he pointed out, confidently.

Wen Ge's mood suddenly became a little complicated. She never knew that Wen Shaoyuan could open his eyes and talk nonsense. She was the one who answered the phone first, but someone suddenly came over and kissed her, making her unable to speak.

Seemingly understanding her eyes, Wen Shaoyuan backed away slightly and pulled her up: "Are you full? We can go."

The air was still filled with the mellow aroma of wine, and the warm liquid made her stomach feel hot.

She smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms and nodded: "Let's go home."

When Wen Ge and Wen Shaoyuan came out of the guild hall, the snow fell even harder.

The moment the door was pushed open, a bitter cold wind blew in, and Wen Ge's short hair was blown up by the wind. The coldness against her face made her shiver, and she took a step back subconsciously.

Wen Shaoyuan was one step behind her, tilting his head to listen to the manager of the guild hall, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Ge.The moment she pushed the door open, he had already noticed the situation outside. Just as he stepped forward, she suddenly backed away, and retreated directly into his arms without warning.

This kick hit the red heart, Wen Ge's heel touched Wen Shaoyuan's instep intimately, she lost her footing, and the hand that came up behind her just held her elbow firmly.

Wen Shaoyuan took a step forward and hugged her into his arms: "What's the rush?" After finishing speaking, he didn't let go, just half-embracing her and sitting down on the sofa in the hall lobby: "Wait for me. "

Wen Ge responded, saw him get up, and walked out in a few steps.

It didn't take long for him to turn around and come back. When he pushed the door and entered, the wind outside the house rolled up the hem of the coat he had draped over his shoulders.

His cold face reflected the snow, like a majestic god on Tianshan Mountain. For a moment, she could hardly keep her eyes on him.

He glanced sideways and looked over.

When he got closer, Wen Ge saw that the shoulders of his coat were wet with freshly melted snow, his scarf was wrapped around his wrist, and he held a long-handled umbrella in his hand.He bent down in front of her, his brows and eyes that were originally as cold as ice and snow softened instantly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly to look at her: "What are you doing looking at me like this, don't you know me?"

Wen Ge shook his head, pursed his lips and lowered his head, but said a completely irrelevant sentence: "The winters I spent in the United States for those four years were really too cold."

Wen Shaoyuan had just folded the scarf and wanted to put it on for her. Hearing this, he stopped his movements, glanced at her, and hummed: "From now on, it will be a warm winter every year."

Wen Ge sat cross-legged on the sofa and watched the news. She was peeling an orange in her hand. The fragrance of the orange filled her fingertips.

There are reports of snowstorms on TV.

This year's cold winter happens once in a hundred years, and the heavy snow seems to never tire, and it keeps falling, making people not even have a chance to breathe.

Wen Ge bit a sour orange, frowned and looked out the window.

At night in City A, the lights are on, and from Wen Shaoyuan's living room, one can see the bright lights in the city center, like gems inlaid, shining dazzlingly.

Wen Ge has lived in Wen Shaoyuan's apartment for several days. Due to the heavy snow and inconvenient transportation, he has to be careful even when going out, so he simply nests in the room and waits for Wen Shaoyuan to come to feed after get off work every day.

Because of her presence, Wen Shaoyuan always arrives late and leaves early these days, but today is the annual meeting of Shengyuan Hotel. As the top decision maker, he must stay at the annual meeting until the end.

Originally, Wen Shaoyuan wanted He Xing to deliver the meals, but Wen Ge thought that there must be a shortage of manpower for the annual meeting, how could He Xing run around in this kind of weather, so he insisted on cooking noodles by himself.

After eating now, listening to the sound of the TV, watching the lights of thousands of houses in City A outside the window, Wen Ge's heart is at peace like never before.

Talking on the phone with Xu Liqing, Wen Ge waited in the living room until after ten o'clock, but Wen Shaoyuan hadn't come back yet, so she stared at the phone screen for a while, and went back to bed with a blanket.

When Wen Shaoyuan came back, Wen Ge was already asleep, curled up in a ball, with her cell phone beside her head, and the breathing light was flickering continuously.

He took the mobile phone and put it on the bed, then shook off the quilt that was under her feet and covered her.The room was a bit stuffy, fearing that she might not be able to breathe well, so he opened a window that couldn't blow to her to take a breath.

After doing this, he still didn't want to leave.

For the annual meeting, he got up very early and only had time to cook her breakfast. He stayed in the hotel all day and didn't come back until now. He didn't see her all day.

Wen Shaoyuan sat down beside the bed.

Almost at the same time, the person who was still sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and looked over, vigilant and defensive. When he saw him, he immediately relaxed again: "I felt someone coming in, and I was shocked."

"What are you afraid of?" Wen Shaoyuan raised his hand and touched her forehead, "Keep sleeping, I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving."

Wen Ge turned her head, held his hand, rolled sideways to his side, and rested her head on his lap: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you didn't come back, so I fell asleep."

"Hmm." He looked down at her, pinched her face restlessly with the hand she held, and when she avoided it with a smile, he pinched her nose again.

After playing such a childish "hands-on game" for a while, Wen Ge put his head on his side and put his arms around his waist: "Don't move, don't move..."

The hand that was supposed to land on her earlobe paused in the air, and landed on her back instead. He patted it lightly: "Sleeping, huh?"

Wen Ge shook his head.

Although I didn't sleep for a long time, but now I woke up and played with him for a while, the sleepiness was gone long ago, how could I fall back asleep so quickly.

Her soft hair rubbed against his palm, and his heart felt indescribably soft.

He looked down at her for a while, raised his hand and slowly picked her up, hugged her in his arms, and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Tomorrow," he said suddenly, "shall I take you back?"

Although the tone seemed to be asking for opinions, but Wen Ge knew him well, and he had already made this decision in his words without any ups and downs.

She raised her head to look at him: "Tomorrow?"

"Well. I'll go there with you. That's your home after all. Before I marry you, I can't be too rude, so..." Wen Shaoyuan moved his hand to hold her, and he With a low laugh, "So I'll go back with you and formally meet the parents as your boyfriend."

(End of this chapter)