The most ruthless is her

Saturday, New Year's Day.

When Ruan Mohan prepared lunch and brought it out, Ruan Qingyin was watching TV in the living room.

At twelve o'clock at noon, there is no animation, it's all news.

Most of them talk about the peace of the motherland and the New Year.

Ruan Mohan glanced at the residential houses on the TV, which were decorated with red lanterns.

She asked Ruan Qingyin: "Do you want to celebrate the New Year?"

The Ruan family never celebrated the New Year, and Ruan Qingyin didn't have any objections.

Sure enough, she turned off the TV at this time and shook her head: "I don't want to."

"New Year's is not a happy day."

This sentence is too childish, Ruan Mohan was silent for a moment, and asked: "Why?"

Ruan Qingyin thought for a while: "I remember that on New Year's Day, I was thrown on the side of the road alone, my clothes were thin, the cardboard box was wet, and it was still snowing in the sky."

It turned out to be about the day she was abandoned.

Ruan Qingyin was only three years old when she was abandoned, how could she have memories?

Yes, normally there won't be.But Ruan Mohan thought of himself, most of the past events when he was too young, but there were indeed one or two scenes that lingered in his mind, such as parents' quarrel, mother's resoluteness, those madness and laughter.

Thinking about it now, it’s like being separated by a layer of fog, which can’t be seen clearly, but you really know how real it is behind the fog.

Ruan Qingyin was indeed sent to Xiaoyan Orphanage on New Year's Day.The person who found Ruan Qingyin told Wang Nuo that the scene was consistent with Ruan Qingyin's description.

Ruan Mohan felt that she could understand Ruan Qingyin.

This is a wonderful fate between the two.

Ruan Qingyin said: "I know I was adopted, so I hate New Year."

"But we are family now." Ruan Mohan walked over and hugged Ruan Qingyin: "You won't suffer any more in the future."

Ruan Qingyin hugged her back: "Mom."

A child is a child after all, no matter how cold the expression on his face is, his embrace is still warm.

Ruan Mohan breathed a sigh of relief.

She also doesn't like New Years, doesn't like any holidays.

She remembered that on New Year's Day, her aunt and uncle would always take her cousin out as guests, and would lock her and her sister in the room before leaving.

My aunt just said: "Let you do your homework obediently and don't get distracted."

But Ruan Mohan's ears are sensitive, she could clearly hear her aunt whispering to her uncle outside: "Someone has no one to take care of him, what should we do if he enters our room and steals things? My gold bracelet is still there."

Uncle is an honest man: "Children, it's not possible."

My aunt insisted: "Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

The whole family left peacefully.Every year.

Ruan Qingyin hugged Ruan Mohan for a while, then suddenly pointed to the photo frame on the shelf and asked, "Will she not suffer anymore?"

Ruan Mohan looked over, and in the old photo with a little yellow in the frame, there was a girl with the same delicate face as Ruan Mohan, smiling peacefully.

"Yes, she won't suffer any more in the future."

Because she passed away.

Ruan Mohan could only comfort himself like this.

She suddenly thought of Jian Shuo again.

I don't know what kind of childhood memories that girl who looks like a monster has.

******

In the afternoon, Ruan Mohan sent Ruan Qingyin to the hospital and drove to W Hotel by himself.

When walking to room 1704, there were employees in the corridor changing the overhead lights, and the escalator completely blocked the passage.

A supervisor-like person stood by, holding a basket of fruit in his arms.

Ruan Mohan walked over.

The supervisor immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Ma'am, please wait for 3 minutes."

Ruan Mohan nodded, took out his mobile phone and sent Jian Shuo a text message: "Arrive 3 minutes late, leave 3 minutes late."

She said that she would not give Jian Shuo 1 minute more, nor would she give Jian Shuo 1 minute less.

Jian Shuo didn't reply.

The supervisor showed Ruan Mohan the fruit basket in his arms: "Choose one as the hotel's apology."

Ruan Mohan casually took a bunch of blue grapes.

Seeing Ruan Mohan standing aside, the supervisor asked her, "Ma'am, are you going to 1704?"

There aren't many rooms at that end of the corridor.

Ruan Mohan nodded.

"Oh, so it's you." The supervisor said, "Yesterday, room 1704 was originally reserved by someone else. A guest insisted on staying in room 1704. I had to deal with the manager for a long time. The manager said that he had never seen such a patient person."

patience?

Jian Shuo's coquettish and lazy face appeared before Ruan Mohan's eyes.

It is really difficult to associate this face with the word "patience".

Although this "patience" sounds from the supervisor's tone, it is not a compliment.

The overhead light was finally replaced, the staff moved the escalator to make way, and Ruan Mohan walked over.

Jian Shuo came to open the door wrapped in a bathrobe.

"It's cold today," she said.

Ruan Mohan didn't think it was particularly cold today: "You don't catch a cold, do you?"

She thought of Jian Shuo holding an umbrella for Chu Xingyun in the rain yesterday, and she was mostly wet.

"Maybe." Jian Shuo touched his forehead: "I'm not sure."

She pulled Ruan Mohan over, and pressed her white forehead against Ruan Mohan's forehead: "Do you see that I have a fever?"

She held Ruan Mohan's hands, her long and thick eyelashes brushed Ruan Mohan's eyelashes lightly, her eyes were dark, as if she wanted to look into the heart of people.

Naive.A piece of sincerity.

Ruan Mohan: "I don't have a fever."

"But my forehead is hotter than yours." The tone was aggrieved, like a spoiled child.

Ruan Mohan is the only person in the world he can rely on.

Ruan Mohan would not be fooled by her, he shook off her hand and said coldly, "That's just because you took a shower."

Sure enough, the next second after being thrown away, the cold smile returned to Jian Shuo's face, and the bottom of his eyes became empty and emotionless.

Ruan Mohan thought, this is Jian Shuo's true face.

interesting.A perfect object of study.

She told Ruan Qingyin that she was doing medical research, which was not a lie.

Jian Shuo moved out of the way, Ruan Mohan walked into the room, and put the blue grape in his hand on the coffee table.

Jian Shuo walked over: "For me?"

"new Year's gift?"

Ruan Mohan glanced at her.

Jian Shuo smiled and picked up the blue grapes: "Do you want to eat?"

I picked one and stuffed it into my mouth: "It's so sweet."

Ruan Mohan shook his head: "I won't eat."

Jian Shuo walked over and directly blocked Ruan Mohan's mouth, the sweet juice of the grapes flowed into Ruan Mohan's mouth along the tip of Jian Shuo's tongue.

Jian Shuo asked vaguely, "Is it sweet?"

Ruan Mohan did not admit defeat, but instead bit the tip of Jian Shuo's tongue.

With a flick of Jian Shuo's fingers, Ruan Mohan's waist loosened, and the black narrow skirt slid directly to the ground.

The thin and see-through stockings were exposed, light black, and paired with a pair of black high-heeled shoes, the legs looked straight and slender.

But Jian Shuo didn't have the patience to appreciate it carefully, so he started directly.

She tore off the strap of her bathrobe, picked it up on her shoulder, and the bathrobe slid to the floor.

Without any shyness, he directly posted Ruan Mohan, who had just taken a shower, and his body temperature was scorching hot.

Through the thin shirt and stockings, Ruan Mohan could feel the warmth and curves of Jian Shuo's body.

Ruan Mohan is wearing a soft silk shirt today, with two streamers on his chest, which were neatly tied with a knot just now, but now they are untied early.

The long one hangs down all the time, wrapping around Jian Shuo's white fingertips, before it can be lifted in time, it turns into a forest curtain.

Ruan Mohan lowered his head, pulled the streamer from Jian Shuo's fingers, followed Jian Shuo's curly hair, and stroked the snow top.

The plum blossom is proud, Ruan Mohan knows the profound meaning, it is the lightest and softest.

Jian Shuo's counterattack was to attack Ruan Mohan's earlobe, the tip of her tongue scraped across the earlobe, and flicked the small mole on the earlobe.

I don't know whose legs were weak, and the two standing leaning on each other fell directly on the bed.

Jian Shuo's voice was close to his ears, like Medusa's whispering: "Want it?"

"I don't want to." Ruan Mohan raised his finger: "I think you want it more."

"Me?" Jian Shuo snorted, "I can stop immediately."

She really got up, got off the bed, walked to the tea table, and went to eat the bunch of green tea.

With one hand propped on the table, legs lazily propped up, looking out the window, as if admiring the gloomy sky.

Ruan Mohan lay on his back on the bed, looking at Jian Shuo's back.

Jian Shuo was naked without a bathrobe, as if she felt that the seventeenth floor was high enough that no one would see her from the window.

It's also possible that Jian Shuo doesn't care at all.

Slim waist, full buttocks, every inch of curvature is perfect.Ruan Mohan thought, if there is a Shura who disturbs people's cultivation, it should be like Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo ate green tea for a while: "It's so hot, I'll take a bath again."

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, Ruan Mohan lay motionless on the bed, looking at the empty ceiling.

She didn't know if Jian Shuo solved it by himself while taking a shower, the two of them clearly had a very violent reaction just now.

While Jian Shuo is taking a bath, she can also solve it by herself, and no one will find out.She reached over.

Immediately, it moved away again.

Every time she endured the restlessness in her body, Ruan Mohan knew that she would gain a greater sense of satisfaction, which came from her heart and spread to her whole body.

Because she once again defeated her desire.

If she had been able to overcome her desires and emotions in this way 16 years ago, maybe everything would be different today.

******

After Jian Shuo took a shower, she came out wrapped in a new bathrobe, and looked at the time: "It's exactly four o'clock."

Ruan Mohan: "There are still 3 minutes."

She said she would leave 3 minutes late today.

She calculated in her mind that if she took a small path, she could avoid two traffic lights and save the 3 minutes so that she would not be late to pick up Ruan Qingyin.

Jian Shuo smiled lazily: "3 minutes, okay."

Ruan Mohan was still lying on his back on the bed, looking at her: "Why, do you want to continue?"

Jian Shuo shook her head, simply sat down by the coffee table, playing with the bunch of blue grapes in her hand: "Come and chat."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you think Sister Yun will like me?"

Ruan Mohan thought of the blue umbrella in the rain yesterday.Chu Xingyun stood under the umbrella with a cold face, neither paying attention nor refusing.

Ruan Mohan suddenly asked: "Have you chased many people like this before?"

Jian Shuo smiled: "A lot."

"How many were caught?"

Jian Shuo flicked her thick and curly black hair: "What do you think?"

"Those girls who fell in love with you..." Ruan Mohan asked, "What happened afterwards?"

"How do I know." Jian Shuo stared at a green grape on the coffee table.

"Once they like me, I'm not interested in them anymore."

Ruan Mohan got up from the bed and began to put on the skirt by himself.

"Hey, you haven't answered whether Sister Yun will like me."

"I'm leaving." Ruan Mohan said, "It's been 2 minutes, I spend 1 minute getting dressed, and the time is up."

"Today's New Year, can't I give you a minute?" Jian Shuo curled her lips: "The New Year's gift you gave me, besides green grapes, can also have an extra minute."

She was playing with the green grapes on the tea table.

"You haven't received any New Year gifts, have you?" Ruan Mohan asked, "Where's your sister-in-law?"

"She, her eldest brother and the old lady went to the reservoir or some other villa for vacation to raise their baby."

Ruan Mohan put on her skirt and coat, reached out and pressed Jian Shuo's head: "Eat more green grapes."

She didn't give Jian Shuo another minute, and it drifted away like a puff of fog.