The most ruthless is her

Ruan Mohan didn't expect that he would ask, "Where are you going?"

The girl seemed to have heard something extremely funny, and she bent down laughingly, her long black curly hair hanging down on the small round table.

Because it is too thick black, under the light, there is a kind of bewitching purple, and even the tip of the hair is shining, like fine silk satin.

The girl dragged her tone and said, "Why bother going somewhere, just go there."

She stretched out her slender fingers and pointed lazily.

Point in the direction of the restroom.

Ruan Mohan never thought that he would ask the girl, "How old are you?"

The girl smiled again: "I'm 26, sister, you don't think I'm underage, do you?"

Ruan Mohan looked indifferent, slightly surprised in his heart.

She didn't expect that the girl was already 26 years old, and she couldn't be called a girl at all.

It's just that the girl looks too demonic.

Sentimental and vicissitudes.Charming and sharp.Can't tell the age.Sometimes even gender is blurred.

It is an extreme, pure beauty.

The girl stood up and took Ruan Mohan's hand.

He lowered his head again and glanced at the hands held together by the two, with a slightly puzzled expression on his face.

What are you wondering about?Doubt that Ruan Mohan has cold hands?

Ruan Mohan was indeed born with a cold body, but if it was because of this, Ruan Mohan felt that she should be deeply suspicious.

Because the girl's hands are as cold as hers.Not only that, even the girl's fingertips are cold, without human warmth.

It is as if without all human perception and emotion.

Because of this, Ruan Mohan, who always hated being close to people, let the girl hold her hand and followed her away.

******

The girl led Ruan Mohan into the bathroom, let go, locked the door, and pushed Ruan Mohan in front of the mirror.

Standing behind Ruan Mohan, she brushed away Ruan Mohan's long light brown hair, revealing a piece of skin behind her ear.

Take a bite.

Ruan Mohan was in pain, but on the surface he didn't respond.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, it was still faint.

The girl raised her head, hugged Ruan Mohan's shoulders, looked at Ruan Mohan's face in the mirror, and said with a smile: "You look very good."

"Light and faint, like an ink painting."

Ruan Mohan looked at his own face in the mirror together with the girl.

This is not the first time she has heard the description - like an ink painting.

She looks very pale.The hair has never been dyed, and it is light brown by nature, so are the eyebrows, and so are the pupils.

The whole person glows cold and white. If you don't wear lipstick, even your lips will be pale, and your whole person will be bloodless.

The girl reached out her hand from behind and stroked her chin: "This face of yours reminds me of someone."

"I grew up, the only one who never got it."

Ruan Mohan looked at the girl lightly through the mirror.

The girl smiled: "Yes, it's this indifferent look, exactly like hers."

"People like you are really so indifferent by nature?" The girl moved her hand upwards: "Is it true that you don't even feel like doing .i?"

Her cold fingers caressed Ruan Mohan's chin, and touched Ruan Mohan's ear.

Ruan Mohan took a soft breath.

"Oh, so your sensitive point is your ears."

The girl was slightly taller than Ruan Mohan, and when she lowered her head, she just touched Ruan Mohan's ear with her mouth.

The mouth is hot as opposed to the cold fingers.

Girls seem to be such a complex of extreme contradictions.

"Where is the sexiest place? The pinna, the earlobe? Or this mole?"

The girl seemed to be playing a game, her lips gently brushed Ruan Mohan's pinna, earlobe, and finally a mole on the earlobe.

There is a small mole on Ruan Mohan's earlobe, which is very different from the black mole at the end of the girl's eyes, even the mole is light brown.

When the girl's lips touched the mole, Ruan Mohan felt a shiver.

In her 30 years of life, she had never been this close to anyone.

The feeling of her body made her feel strange.

A strong sense of unease hit Ruan Mohan, and he tried hard to control himself.

The girl was like a child looking for candy: "Ha, it turned out to be this mole."

She simply turned Ruan Mohan around, put the earlobe in her mouth, and repeatedly sucked and bit the light brown mole.

Not soft, with a bit of ferocious strength.

Ruan Mohan felt a tingling pain in his earlobe, which instead formed a strong stimulus.

It's almost hard for her to stand still.

Ruan Mohan felt that this could not go on.

She tilted her head, and bit down on the skin behind the girl's ear just like the girl bit her just now.

The girl said "ha" again: "Playing this with me?"

She leaned into Ruan Mohan's ear and said, "I have a lot of experience, all these tricks are useless to me."

"is it?"

Ruan Mohan gently moved to the girl's mouth.

The soft lips are like feathers, gently sweeping over the girl's lips.

The girl wanted to bite Ruan Mohan's lips, and pried her lips and teeth open with the tip of her tongue, but Ruan Mohan avoided it.

Just like that, with her soft lips, she gently brushed the girl's lips.

Lip corners, lip peaks, and then people.

She could feel the girl's breath fluttering for a moment.

But the girl obviously wouldn't let her go on like this, so she grabbed her shoulders.

The rude tongue occupied Ruan Mohan's mouth.

Ruan Mohan was wearing a very professional one-line skirt today, the girl chuckled lightly.

Ruan Mohan did not admit defeat, and found the zipper of the red dress on the girl's back.

Hands around to the front.

Imitating the strength of touching the girl's lips just now, like a feather, sweeping lightly.

The two kissed fiercely, but both eyes were open, Ruan Mohan could see the girl frowning slightly.

Ruan Mohan really wanted to control himself, but some kind of instinct surged up.

The girl raised her hand again: "Oh, you want to."

There is a little crystal on the finger, reflecting the light in the dim light of the bathroom.

"how about you?"

Ruan Mohan also stretched out his finger.

The girl laughed playfully: "Let's see who admits defeat first?"

She put her fingers into Ruan Mohan's hair, kissed all over, and rubbed the small mole on Ruan Mohan's earlobe with her fingers.

Ruan Mohan really wanted to use force on the girl, but he knew that force was useless, so he controlled the force in his hand, the lighter the better.

It's like competing with your own instincts.

Until the end, both of them were out of breath, but neither of them said a word "think".

Someone knocked on the door outside the bathroom: "A Shuo, are you in? We're leaving."

The girl let go of Ruan Mohan: "It's interesting."

The slender eyebrows raised, lazy and sharp.

She rinsed her fingers, opened the door and left.

He didn't say goodbye to Ruan Mohan.

******

At [-]:[-] p.m. the next day, Ruan Mohan got off work on time and went to Wang Nuo to pick up Ruan Qingyin.

In a small courtyard, the words "Xiaoyan Children's Welfare Institute" are hung on the door, which means "study children's smiles".

Wang Nuo asked her: "How was listening to the music last night?"

Ruan Mohan didn't answer, but instead asked: "Tell me, is there really a person in this world who doesn't have any feelings?"

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Ruan Mohan shook his head: "It's nothing."

Wang Nuo: "I'll take you to find Yinyin."

Ruan Qingyin is in the toy room.

He had a bland face, similar to Ruan Mohan, but with a childlike alienation and indifference.

Holding a doll in his hand, he was trying to tear off the doll's eyes.

Ruan Mohan walked over: "Yinyin, what are you doing?"

Ruan Qingyin raised her head: "It lost one eye, and I helped it tear off the other eye."

Ruan Mohan thought of that strange girl last night for no reason:

"Let it die, Mao Mao. An *le* die, that's all."

Wang Nuo came over: "Yinyin is just sensory integration disorder, continue to train, it will get better and better."

Ruan Qingyin has discovered the problem of sensory integration disorder since she was a child. Not only is it difficult to concentrate, her empathy ability is also weak, and she occasionally shows a kind of naive cruelty.

Ruan Mohan: "I don't know if Yinyin has become like this because she is by my side."

She has always asked herself to have no feelings.

Wang Nuo persuaded: "You also know that sensory integration disorder is a brain dysfunction, and it has nothing to do with you."

Ruan Mohan squatted down and asked Ruan Qingyin: "I'm going to visit someone's house with me on weekends, okay?"

Ruan Qingyin resolutely refused: "Not good."

Wang Nuo was surprised: "Whose house are you going to be a guest?"

Ruan Mohan has no friends other than her for so many years.

Ruan Mohan explained: "It's the tradition of listening. Every new mid-level and high-level employee will be invited to the president's house as a guest."

"The president's wife seems to be such a thoughtful person."

Wang Nuo nodded: "Then go with Yinyin. It should be good for her to get in touch with more people."

Ruan Mohan: "The doctor also suggested the same, but Yinyin is not willing to contact people."

"Isn't it?" Wang Nuo smiled helplessly: "I've known me for so many years, but I'm still not close at all."

Ruan Mohan let Ruan Qingyin get into the car first.

Before saying goodbye to Wang Nuo, he confessed: "I will transfer the 6 yuan this month to your card tonight, remember to check it."

Wang Nuo asked: "You sponsor the children's living expenses every month, will the burden be too heavy?"

Ruan Mohan shook his head: "No, that's why I joined Listening."

"Really? I thought that you chose to join the job when listening to the crisis was in order to repay the past."

"You're overthinking." Ruan Mohan said indifferently, "If I join the job at this time, they can offer me more salary."

Wang Nuo smiled: "I know, money is very important to you."

Ruan Mohan carried Ruan Qingyin away.

******

On Saturday, Ruan Mohan took Ruan Qingyin to the president's house of the listening group according to the address given by the personnel.

A house with a red wall and a pointed roof, a three-story independent small western-style building, German style, which is really rare in Beicheng.

Lingyin Group is a comprehensive group that develops and markets various medical equipment. The founder, Jian Ke, is the grandfather of the current president, Jian Ming. He started from focusing on the research of hearing aids, and gradually made Lingyin an absolute leader in the medical equipment industry.

The Jian family, which owns the listening group, has a lot of financial resources.

Ruan Mohan rang the doorbell.

Soon someone came to the door: "Director Ruan? Welcome, I am Jian Ming's wife, Bai Jingxian."

Ruan Mohan handed over a cast iron kitchen knife: "This is a gift."

Bai Jingxian was taken aback.

As for what gift to bring to the door, Wang Nuo once suggested sending flowers, but to Ruan Mohan, that handful of plant growers was really useless.

Might as well send something practical.

Bai Jingxian is used to the world, and soon her expression returned to normal: "Is this a Japanese cast iron knife? Director Ruan has great taste, thank you."

She took it, then looked down at Ruan Qingyin: "Is this your daughter?"

Ruan Qingyin hated meeting strangers, and when Bai Jingxian noticed her, she began to hide behind Ruan Mohan.

Bai Jingxian showed goodwill and smiled at Ruan Qingyin, to Ruan Mohan's surprise, Ruan Qingyin started to cry.

He reacted more intensely than usual when seeing strangers, as if he was afraid of Bai Jingxian.

Ruan Mohan explained on behalf of Ruan Qingyin: "Sorry, she is afraid of strangers."

Bai Jingxian shook her head and smiled, "What's the matter, children love to cry."

She leaned over and said softly to Ruan Qingyin, "You like to cry? Then come to my house and cry."

"I'll play the piano to accompany you, okay?"

Ruan Qingyin always liked to confront others, but now she stopped crying and hid behind Ruan Mohan, staring at Bai Jingxian.

Ruan Mohan: "Ms. Bai, you are very good at getting along with children."

Bai Jingxian smiled: "I have experience, right? Please come in and talk."

Ruan Mohan walked in with Ruan Qingyin.

Old creaky wooden floors.An old piano with slightly yellow keys.Antique wooden furniture covered with valances.

Time seems to slow down in this house.

Ruan Mohan said to the house in his heart: It's been a long time.