Chapter 537

Chapter 537

Lian Mei left, and Murong came in. She looked at Wang Guohua with complicated eyes, stood at the door and hesitated before coming in.

Wang Guohua thought that this matter must be resolved, otherwise it will lay the foundation for disaster. Then he waved his hand and said: "Come and sit down."

Murong nodded and came over, sitting next to each other without saying a word. At this time, Murong's mood was quite complicated. The God of Jiu Kuang had tasted the delicacy of ascending to heaven. He knew clearly that continuing this was not a problem and he should leave decisively. But he was reluctant to let go of that kind of thing.

It's an indescribable taste. It's like a person who is addicted to alcohol. He knows that drinking has all kinds of disadvantages, but it is still difficult to give up. He knows that this matter will have no results, but it is difficult to let go of the secret pleasure brought by it.

of pleasure.

"Don't you want to say something?" Wang Guohua could only take the initiative, otherwise Murong would not take the initiative.

"What did you say? Are you saying that you are my first man in ten years? Or are you going to cry and seek death?" Murong blurted out with a sense of resentment. After finishing speaking, he looked at Wang Guohua complicatedly. That look was really difficult to use.

The language is clear.

"Why didn't you say that the old house was on fire - it was burning fast?" Wang Guohua didn't have time to argue with her, and simply wanted to break her psychological defense. As expected, this very precise sentence made Murong feel embarrassed and angry, and he stood up and turned his head.

When he was about to leave, his hand was grabbed and pulled back, causing him to fall into Wang Guohua's arms.

"Let me go." Murong tried hard to break free, but was unable to break free. Instead of breaking free, he was pinned in front of him. Murong gave up struggling and said without moving, "What do you want?"

"This is what I want to ask too." Wang Guohua replied, and Murong fell silent, lying still and not speaking.

Lian Mei came over and knocked on the door. When she saw this scene, she said: "Breakfast is ready, come out and eat."

Murong struggled to sit up, but Wang Guohua didn't hold her down this time. When she was arranging her clothes, Murong said: "I'm older than you."

Wang Guohua stood up and said calmly: "I have known it for a long time. If you are willing, you can live with Lian Mei and the others. I can only give you food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Murong raised his eyes and glared: "I don't care about that!"

Wang Guohua looked back straight and said: "I know you don't care about it, but you can't refuse the things I gave you. Otherwise, you can pack up and get out, and we will never have contact with each other from now on."

Murong lowered his head and angrily said nothing. After a while, he said, "You know what I want."

Wang Guohua said: "You can come to me at any time, and the same goes for them."

After Wang Guohua came out, Lian Mei came over and asked, "How's it going?" Wang Guohua shook his head and said, "I don't know. Anyway, I don't have any objection to her choice. I'm a bit wicked about this matter."

Upon hearing this, Lian Mei covered her mouth, turned her eyes and smiled, stretched out her hand to push Wang Guohua, and whispered: "Do you still know that you are wicked?"

"It's a bad virtue, but I don't want to do things like doing sex work and erecting memorial arches at the same time. Well, it seems a little different from her." Wang Guohua added as he spoke, Lian Mei couldn't understand the true meaning of Director Wang at this moment, thinking

Others have gone up.

After waiting for a while, Wang Guohua had a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun in his stomach. Murong waved from inside and whispered: "Wang Guohua, come here." Director Wang put down his chopsticks. Murong lowered his head and dragged Wang Guohua to his room and closed the door.

He put a hand on his chest and gasped for breath. After a while, he stared at Wang Guohua and said, "I'm going to be hungry, you have to keep me fed."

Wang Guohua couldn't help but burst into laughter. He didn't expect that Captain Murong, a top royal sister, would have such a gray and humorous side. "Don't laugh, I'm telling you the truth. I'm not greedy for your money, and I won't destroy your family. Only

This requirement.”

The room was not big, with a bed, a wardrobe, and a table. There was almost no space. Wang Guohua wanted to sit on the chair, but found that there were some female personal belongings piled on top. When Murong hurried over to clean it up, Wang Guohua had to sit on the bed.

When her back is turned to Wang Guohua, Murong's good figure can be regarded as having a local best arc. Wang Guohua was surprised to find that if we had to make a comprehensive comparison, the one with the best appearance from the front is Chu Chu, and the one with the best appearance from the back is definitely

It belongs to Murong. The simple back view of putting away the clothes can actually release a strange effect. How should I put it, it makes people have the urge to reach out and touch it.

So Wang Guohua stood up and did this. Murong stiffened for a moment, and soon gave up resisting. He endured it silently and packed up all the scattered clothes. When he found that there was no further movement behind him, he turned around and said, "I'm going out to eat."

Early.”

There was actually a cassette player on the table. Director Wang fiddled with it a little boredly and put a tape in it.

"Who is knocking on my window, who is playing the strings..." Tsai Qin's voice was a little out of tune, and the tape effect was not very good. Wang Guohua couldn't help but be a little curious, how could such an ancient thing be preserved?

.

Wuwuwuwu, the tape seemed to be twisted. Director Wang had to press stop and looked at the layout of the room in boredom. The room was not big and there were not many things, but I just felt that this was the residence of an elegant woman. From the color of the curtains to

The bedsheets and other things looked a bit messy, but they felt very comfortable.

There is a black and white photo pressed under the glass on the desk. It shows a young version of Murong posing with a sword in his hand. Judging from his demeanor, Murong in the photo is very happy and of course very young.

Wang Guohua once again felt the ruthlessness of time, and black and white photos were always so sentimental.

I don’t know how long I have been looking at the photo blankly. I don’t know when there was someone behind me without even noticing.

"It was so good when I was young!" Murong's voice was slightly distorted, with a certain pitch that was similar to the sobs she could not restrain when she climaxed.

Wang Guohua looked back and saw Murong's face turned away slightly, he handed over a computer bag and said: "Someone gave you this, just drop it and leave."

"I have to work, go and make me a cup of tea." Director Wang took the computer and turned it on smoothly. After waiting for a while, there was no movement. After a while, it was running normally. Murong still had no intention of moving. Wang Guohua

Looking back, Murong's face looked a little unwilling and confused.

"What's wrong?" Wang Guohua asked casually, and Murong said quickly: "Nothing." He left a little flustered. I don't know why, but when Wang Guohua said that just now, Murong felt like a couple living at home.

Director Wang's writing is more than enough for a theoretical manuscript. He skillfully created the document and selected the intelligent input method. Then he silently started to recall some things in front of the computer. Director Wang soon became disappointed because of his poor memory in this area.

There really aren't many.
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