After Zhao Wanqing left, Ning Chen quickly found Zhao Sanjia's room, picked out a bathrobe to wear on his body, and then returned to his bedroom.

The accident just now, Ning Chen, as a young man with strong blood and blood, was almost caught on fire, but fortunately, Zhao Wanqing turned around and ran away at the critical moment.

Otherwise......

"Zhao Sanjia must have deliberately arranged me and Zhao Wanqing together, this cunning guy is so anxious to send his granddaughter into the tiger's mouth, it's crazy."

"No, I'm a sheep, and Zhao Wanqing is a tiger."

Ning Chen sat in the bedroom, back and forth, muttering and complaining to Zhao Sanjia for a while, and only then did he feel that his body gradually became normal.

But at this time, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

Ning Chen was surprised, Zhao Wanqing came again.

Did she regret it just now? Now take the initiative to give it a hug?

Why did this female tiger miss her little sheep?

Ning Chen thought, if Zhao Wanqing really wants to bow hard to his overlord, then ...... He had no choice but to give up struggling.

Just as Ning Chen, who was in a daze, opened the door and found Zhao Wanqing, who was wrapped in a purple bathrobe, handing over a set of underwear with an expressionless face, "Change it when you rest at night, so as not to catch a cold." ”

Caring so much about yourself?

Ning Chen bared his teeth, squinted his eyes, and smiled like a 250-pound child.

Zhao Wanqing looked at Ning Chen's annoying expression, her face froze, and she turned her head and was about to flee again.

Ning Chen's body fell, his arm supported the door frame, and said with a hippie smile, "The night is long, and I have no intention of sleeping, why don't we talk about life, love, and posture, how about it?" ”

Zhao Wanqing was surprised, talking about life and love, she could understand.

What the hell is posture?

"Ahem." Ning Chen raised his voice softly, looking unfathomable.

In fact, the reason why Ning Chen pestered Zhao Wanqing was, in the final analysis, not plotting against him.

Since Zhao Sanjia told him about Zhao Wanqing's single-parent background and the injury she suffered in college yesterday, she can't help but feel sympathy, plus she lost her soul in the restaurant tonight, and she looked like she had no owner.

Ning Chen felt that Zhao Wanqing still couldn't let go of his heart.

So I wanted to take the initiative to talk to Zhao Wanqing, in between, they could talk about the future, talk about the beauty of this world, and naturally talk about the wonders of men's bodies.

thus made Zhao Wanqing regain interest in men.

Zhao Wanqing frowned, originally thinking of turning around and leaving, but Ning Chen, as a guest, was so cold, he was suspected of being inconsiderate.

"Okay." Zhao Wanqing agreed, and it just so happened that she also had some questions she wanted to ask Ning Chen.

Ning Chen brought a chair to Zhao Wanqing, and he sat on the bed.

At this moment, Zhao Wanqing, who is full of fragrance, has beautiful eyebrows, soft skin, and her expression is as old-fashioned and serious as ever, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice.

"You're sick." Ning Chen waited for Zhao Wanqing to sit down and get straight to the point.

Zhao Wanqing, "......"

"You're sick, your whole family is sick." Zhao Wan glanced at Ning Chen innocently, said that she would chat, and scolded people when she came up, what do you mean?

Ning Chen, "......"

"Well, in other words, in your current situation, because of the incident in college, which led to the illusion of extreme disgust with men, judging from a psychological point of view, this is indeed a disease, a heart disease." Ning Chen explained.

"I'm disgusted with men, it's your business?!" Zhao Wanqing retorted.

Ning Chen, "......"

Ning Chen was speechless, how do you listen to this, I'm not a man? So it's none of my business?

"Can you have a good chat?" Ning Chen spread his hands and felt his head big.

"Neuropathy." Zhao Wanqing dropped a sentence and got up to leave.

Ning Chen stood up, quickly blocked the door, and hurriedly defended, "I'm really thinking about you, don't get me wrong." ”

"Get out of the way." Zhao Wanqing said.

Ning Chen stiffened his neck, with a resolute expression that he couldn't do.

After all, he had already promised Zhao Sanjia, as Zhao Sanjia's only baby granddaughter, Ning Chen certainly hoped that she could get out of the psychological shadow, so as to let go of her defenses and regain interest in men.

Ning Chen was already thinking about it at this moment, should he defy the law?

Zhao Wanqing really didn't understand, what was going on with this Ning Chen, so he was talking about this kind of topic.

Over the years, I have indeed had the potential to resist and even dislike men when dealing with the issue of gender relations, but what is the matter with Guan Ningchen about this kind of private problem?

Could it be that this guy has some undeserved feelings for himself?

She remembered that Liang Jing said that when a man starts to care about your life and mind your past, then there is a ninety percent chance that this man has fallen in love with you.

"He's in love with me?" Such a word flashed in Zhao Wanqing's mind, and then her cheeks, which were as cold as frost, gradually flushed.

In her heart, there was a sudden warm current, slowly walking through every corner of her body.

Is this love?

Doesn't seem like it's been in years?

But reason told herself that it was impossible for her and Ning Chen.

So she gritted her teeth, raised her head, and stared at Ning Chen in a daze with a pair of eyes like autumn water, and after a long time, she said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, we are not suitable!" ”

This sentence was said firmly, but in the end, it was a little hesitant.

It seems that he made up a lot of determination to say these eight words.

Ning Chen was stunned, what's the matter with this girl? How can such a sentence come out in a good way?

Zhao Wanqing naturally didn't know Ning Chen's thoughts, she saw Ning Chen's confused eyes with a little stunned, and she had a guilty conscience, so she lowered her head and wanted to get under Ning Chen's arm.

Ning Chen realized Zhao Wanqing's attempt to escape.

But the words haven't been said clearly, how can you leave in a hurry? The body moved its position, just blocking Zhao Wanqing's fragrant head in his warm chest.

Zhao Wanqing raised her head with a sad expression, "Let me go." ”

Ning Chen was surprised, this look, this look, was really pitiful, like a child who suddenly lost his most precious toy, sad and lonely, and at a loss.

"How long has it been since you've been kissed?" Ning Chen asked suddenly.

Zhao Wanqing's body was stunned for a moment, her stiff head seemed to be frozen, and she looked at Ning Chen in such a demented manner.

Ning Chen leaned over, raised Zhao Wanqing's chin with his right hand, and moved gently, "Tell me, how long?" ”

Silence for a few seconds.

Zhao Wanqing was like a ghost, and suddenly bit Ning Chen's mouth domineeringly and unexpectedly, and then the tip of her tongue was gently raised, opening Ning Chen's lips.

"Sure enough, the overlord is the bow." Ning Chen babbled and muttered to himself, and at the same time, a soft tongue burrowed into his mouth, like a fish entering water, turning over the river and the sea.

Ning Chen pandered presumptuously.

His free left hand stroked Zhao Wanqing's waist, then pinned his bathrobe and cautiously leaned in.

One of the warm and fragrant soft flesh that stood tall immediately gave Ning Chen a full texture.