Parting March, there are too many things to say, a dinner, a full hour and a half.

Tang Wanqing's boarding school was originally going back to school. But even at the request of Tang Xueqing and Tang Shiqing, she was still reluctant to go back to school.

But because he was at home, Tang Wanqing didn't sleep with Wang Bing in the end.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, Tang Wanqing washed and lay on C, while Wang Bing sat on the side of C, helping her fix her hair very patiently.

Tang Wanqing grabbed Wang Bing's arm and was reluctant to let him leave at all.

"Put your hand under the covers, cold!"

It's already mid-December, and the temperature outside has dropped to single digits. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, the temperature was not high, Wang Bing put Tang Wanqing's hand in the quilt, but it didn't take long for Tang Wanqing to reach out again and grab Wang Bing's hand.

Wang Bing could only shake his head, Tang Wanqing's hands were a little cold, but his face was flushed, and his big eyes looked at him blinking, looking very smart.

Feeling the scorching temperature in the air, Wang Bing almost couldn't help it, and directly corrected Tang Wanqing on the spot.

"Bad uncle, no, it's at home!"

Seeing that Wang Bing had set up a tent in a certain position, Tang Wanqing's face became more and more red, and he quickly withdrew his hand, and the whole person hid in the quilt.

Although she had already had a relationship with Wang Bing, in her opinion, if her two sisters found out that she was doing this kind of thing with Wang Bing, she would definitely be scolded to death.

She obviously didn't know about Tang Shiqing and Wang Bing, and if she knew, she wouldn't know how to face it.

"Evening love, how have these three months been?"

Tang Wanqing buried half of her face in the quilt and snorted: "It's not good, it's not good at all!"

Wang Bing scratched his head and asked, "Then tell me, who bullied you and made our little princess have a bad time?"

"You haven't answered the phone for three months, you don't know how to message, you haven't heard from me at all, how can I live well!"

Wang Bing sighed, he was also helpless. If he made a phone call to Tang Wanqing and had her contact, he was afraid that Tang Wanqing would be emotional, and he himself would not be able to help but want to come back at that time.

Once that's the case, in March, the battle between him and Li Xuefei will not be certain.

Wang Bing still didn't tell Tang Wanqing, but he was guilty and entangled in all his emotions.

Looking at Wang Bing's melancholy face, Tang Wanqing also felt very uncomfortable: "Okay, okay, I forgive you!"

"Thank you, Evening Love!"

Wang Bing didn't expect that Tang Wanqing would not be entangled like this, if she had her previous character, she would have to break the casserole and ask to the end.

"Uncle, I'm so sleepy now!"

Tang Wanqing yawned, and then pulled the quilt up a little.

"Then you go to bed early! I wish my little princess a sweet dream tonight, good night!"

Wang Bing lowered his head and kissed Tang Wanqing's forehead lightly.

Tang Wanqing suddenly shrank into the quilt, and Wang Bing could only cry and laugh at her sensitive reaction.

He walked lightly to the door, and when he was about to leave, he turned around again and found that Tang Wanqing had stretched out half of his head again, looking at him.

Wang Bing smiled, and finally opened the door and walked out directly.

Maybe only when he is with Tang Wanqing, he can be so relaxed. He can live the most unlike himself, but also the most like himself.

Leaving Tang Wanqing's room, Wang Bing forcibly calmed down his emotions, and then walked towards the room where Tang Shiqing was.

Her room was on the third floor, and when Wang Bing walked over, he found that the light was still on.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Bing knocked directly on the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened. Tang Shiqing was wearing a pink wide pajamas, and her snow-white calves were exposed to Wang Bing's sight.

"Bing...... Brother Bing!"

Seeing that Wang Bing was really here, Tang Shiqing was still a little caught off guard. After all, most of them were cultivated with Wang Bing because of injuries before, but now they are really ...... because they want to.

"It's cold outside, let's go in first!"

Wang Bing smiled, directly hugged Tang Shiqing's waist, and walked to the room.

The main color of Tang Shiqing's room is pink, and no one would have imagined that she is such a powerful and indifferent police flower, but she is such a girlish in private.

The two sat opposite each other on C, looking at each other but silent, and the ambiguous breath in the air was constantly heating up with the scorching gas released by the central air conditioner.

Finally, Wang Bing couldn't help but wrap his hands around Tang Shiqing's waist and press her under him......

Outside the window is the cold winter of December, but behind the wall, there is the hottest in the world.

In the endless heat, the diffuse darkness gradually released the original darkness.

Wang Bing didn't know when he returned to his room, he was lying on C, and he felt that it was already dawn after a few minutes. However, as a martial artist, he only needs to absorb the aura between heaven and earth, and the fatigue will not be so obvious.

Hearing the sound of breakfast, Wang Bing was about to go downstairs, but the next moment, his mobile phone was gone.

Wang Bing frowned, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and found Shi Dalong calling.

"Hey, Brother Bing!"

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Bing, just now a man in black came to the company, left a letter and left, I called her several times to leave without stopping, I looked at the content of the letter and was a little inexplicable, so I decided to tell you. ”

The voice of the dragon on the other end of the phone was a little confused.

Hearing this, Wang Bing said, "What is written in the letter?"

"Wait, I'll go get the letter and read it!" There was a squirming sound on the other end of the phone, and then I heard the voice of the big dragon, "At twelve o'clock tonight, Qilian Mountain in the north of the city! What is this, I haven't even said anything!"

"Twelve o'clock tonight, Qilian Mountain in the north of the city!" Wang Bing muttered this sentence in a low voice, thinking in his heart, today is the March appointment, it seems that Li Xuefei has not forgotten, but still remembers it very clearly.

(End of chapter)