Mu Tingchen regarded her confusion as hope. The anger in his eyes became stronger. He clenched his hands into fists, then quietly let go, and finally slammed the door and left.

As the car drove away from Mu's house, Wen Yan sat on the cold floor with his back against the edge of the bed, burying his face into his knees. This loneliness may not be so strong...

Liu Ma came back three days later: "Yanyan, why did the young master go on a business trip during the Chinese New Year? You don't talk about him... You can leave work for a while, how deserted you are left alone."

Wen Yan leaned on the sofa without talking, and the phone suddenly rang. It was a blessing message from Lin Sa, plus an employee welfare red envelope.

She confiscated the money, replied with a smile, attached a letter of resignation, then put down her cell phone and returned to the magazine in her hand. There will be an art exhibition in Haicheng tomorrow. She wanted to go, but she decided to go. In this life, she would always go on a trip that she could just go.

When she left, Wen Yan just told her mother that she was going out. She didn't know how many days she would come back. Liu mother asked her to relax and didn't say anything else.

She didn't have many clothes, just two sets, one suitcase was enough to hold. When she walked, she brought almost all her belongings.

She turned off her phone when she was in the car. This was the first time she went out alone as she wanted. She just wanted to feel the feeling of freely pursuing what she liked, and she didn't want to be disturbed, and Mu Tingchen wouldn't look for her...

It was past eight o'clock in the evening when she arrived in Haicheng. Wen Yan booked a hotel and slept. It was three o'clock in the morning when she woke up. She took out a magazine about the art exhibition and did some basic guides. This art exhibition included works by her favorite painter. She decided to resign because she suddenly decided to start doing what she wanted to do. Life was short, so don't have time to end up.

After dawn, Wen Yan went to the painting exhibition for a day and his enthusiasm for painting was once again sparked, burning like a raging fire.

Haicheng is not like the imperial capital, it will not snow, the temperature is slightly higher, and the streets are also very lively at night. It is almost eleven o'clock when I returned to the hotel after shopping.

Facing the closed hotel room, fatigue swept over almost instantly.

As she had been used to many years, she still dragged her tired body to take a shower. As soon as she lay down, the knock on the door suddenly rang, and it didn't look like a knock on the door, as if someone had hit the door.

Wen Yan was a little scared and walked to the door and asked softly: "Who?"

There was no movement outside the door. She took out her phone and turned it on, trying to prepare to call the police at any time. However, the countless missed calls from Mu Tingchen appeared on the screen.

Wen Yan didn't expect him to look for her at all. She was at a loss. She returned the phone, but the phone ringtone rang outside the door. She was so familiar with it. It was Mu Tingchen's phone ringtone!

She gritted her teeth and opened the door and was ready to welcome the storm. But what came towards her was Mu Tingchen's tall body. She was hugged tightly in his arms. She could clearly feel the hotness and weakness of his body...

"Do you... think I can't find you?" His questioning was a sick and depressed tone, and lost his former momentum.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Yan struggled to bear his weight, and his feet were already unstable.

He did not respond, his arms gradually slid down from her.

Wen Yan was panicked, gritted his teeth and struggled to stroke him to the bed. Every step he took was shaking. Just as she approached the bed, she finally couldn't stabilize her body and fell on the bed with him.

Before she could come back to her senses, Mu Tingchen rushes up and blocks her lips. A slightly hoarse voice spreads between each other's lips: "I don't allow it, you are not allowed to leave! You are not allowed to leave my sight!"

Wen Yan wanted to explain that he just came out to see the painting exhibition to relax, but he didn't give her a chance, and the tip of his tongue swept her voice out of nowhere.

Mu Tingchen was sick, she could feel it, and she was very sick.

His consciousness was a little blurred, but his body was very "awakened". Under his suppression, she had no ability to resist. It was not until she was about to suffocate that he transferred the kiss to her neck...

She gasped and breathed unsteadily: "Mu Tingchen... You are sick, let's go to the hospital... Don't do this..."

He ignored it, as if he couldn't hear her speech. He tore open the bathrobe on her body with his big hand, and his fingers eagerly pulled open his clothes, heading straight to the point...

At that moment, Wen Yan's face turned pale with pain, and his mind was filled with fog. After all, he had "touched" her... Will he think she was dirty when he woke up?

After the storm subsided, he finally fell asleep and remained in a position pressing against her.

She felt breathless and her body seemed to be about to fall apart, especially her lower body, which felt that it was not her own.

When the strength came back, she carefully pushed him away from her body and helped him adjust his comfortable sleeping position.

Mu Tingchen's high fever had not subsided. Wen Yan took out the cold medicine that had not been finished from his suitcase, looked at him, his face felt a little hot, he took the medicine into his mouth, and fed him water in the same way.

After confirming that he had swallowed, she dragged her extremely uncomfortable body to clean the room. When she saw a touch of red on the sheets, she said in her mind, yes, she woke up that night with Shen Jie three years ago, and there was nothing she felt when she woke up. Compared with today, the difference was so clear, so... nothing happened to her and Shen Jie? It was just that she was young at that time, and she had no idea and didn't understand anything...?!

I can't tell what I feel in my heart. The first time she gave it to Mu Tingchen...

Knowing that he had a virility, Wen Yan cleaned the blood on the bed and waited until it was air-dried before lying down to rest.

When she woke up the next day, she opened her eyes and saw Mu Tingchen smoking a cigarette while sitting on a chair not far away. There was already a thin layer of smoke in the room and the ashtray was half full.

She said subconsciously: "You have a cold, have a fever last night, and your throat is a little hoarse, so you need to ban smoking..."

It seems that every winter when he is here, they will catch a cold together. She is not surprised at all. But this time his cold is worse than before, maybe he is too tired...

Mu Tingchen ignored it. Under the refraction of the light, he couldn't see the expression clearly from his side, and there was a hint of coldness in the corner of his lips.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing more. She moved her body. A feeling of soreness came. Thinking of last night, her face began to get hot again... It was the first time they treated each other sincerely...

After smoking a cigarette, Mu Tingchen spoke in an orderly tone: "Go back."
Chapter completed!