As soon as Chen Hezheng finished speaking and wanted to settle the score, he took a bite of Wen Li's neck.Neither light nor heavy, Wen Li didn't feel too much pain, but more of a moist numbness, hot and hot from the fingertips to the heart.

Wen Li's breathing was very thin and messy, she blinked her eyes, and complained cautiously: "Don't bite here..."

Biting on the neck, if there are marks left, how will she go out tomorrow?

The girl's voice was fragrant and soft, and Chen Hezheng told her to feel the heat all over her body, even her blood was hot.

He always seems to be very unsteady in front of her, just touching or looking at her can easily make his breathing deep and heavy.

But, now is not the time.

Chen Hezheng's lips were tightly pursed, and he frowned, trying his best to suppress the turbulent air pressure. In those rainforest-like dark eyes, clarity gradually emerged.

Emotionally, he couldn't leave any knots, he had to explain it to her.

The main light in the living room was turned off, only a delicately shaped floor lamp was on.

Wen Li asked Chen Hezheng to block him in front of the French windows, with nowhere to go.Behind her is the city lights from a bird's-eye view, the city layout is arranged like a checkerboard, and the traffic flow is like a Milky Way. In front of her is a shadow of a room floating with fragrance, and Chen Hezheng's dark and deep eyes.

In such an atmosphere, quiet and charming, looking at Chen Hezheng would be fatal.

That man knows how to use his perfect skin to oppress or seduce people, so that people can no longer see anything other than him.

Wen Li felt his heart beating faster, and his breathing filled his body with the smell, almost preventing the air from getting in.

She stretched out her hand, obviously wanting to push him, to make Chen Hezheng stay away from her.His fingers touched Chen Hezheng's shoulder, and for some reason, it turned into hugging his neck.

The two of them were too close, and there was hardly room for a thin piece of paper between them. Chen Hezheng put his arms around Wen Li's slender waist, rubbed the tip of his nose lightly near her earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Who knows what happened to Zhong Ying?"Told you? What did you say again, tell me."

Mentioning Zhong Ying, Qingming flashed across Wen Li's chaotic head. She subconsciously wanted to say Ye Qingshi, but felt that it was a taboo to mention this name at such a time, so she turned around and said in a pitiful voice: "II have seen hot searches."

What Ye Qingshi said to Wen Li was just a prelude, or they intentionally added to the chaos, and what really made Wen Li worry and feel a tingle in his heart came from fans who broke the news under the hot search topic.

A while ago, a topic about #Chen Hezheng is creating a new song for Zhong Ying# jumped to the fourth place on the entertainment list.Posting and interacting under the topic, in addition to the various marketing accounts of Kuang Chong Kip, there is also a group of CP fans called "Morning Bell and Twilight Drum".

What these people are talking about is Chen Hezheng and Zhong Ying's CP—mysterious cold producer X rebellious female singer.

Just putting out the characters is already extremely tense and adorable.

CP fans have great powers, not only picked up some private information of Chen Hezheng, but also found out Zhong Ying's experience before his debut.Fans said they met in Germany, a fateful encounter.

The talented super rich second generation and the female student who sang in the bar fell into beauty, loyal to talent, and instantly ignited.

The songs written by Chen Hezheng cannot be sung by outsiders, but Zhong Ying can.

Zhong Ying also abandoned the low-key principle for Chen Hezheng, stepped into the spotlight, and became a commercial female singer.

Someone even took a picture of the two together.

The background on the photo looks like an oil painting, and it should be an open-air cafe in a foreign town.Chen Hezheng was wearing a hoodie, his complexion was very fair, and sunglasses rested on his fingers. He tilted his head and said something to the female friend beside him.

The person who posted said that she took this photo by accident. At that time, she thought that the man in the hoodie was very handsome. His figure and clothes were superb!Although the temperament is a bit cold, it looks very noble.

When the photo was taken, the poster accidentally looked at him, and the impact was comparable to a cardiac arrest.The photos have been stored in the poster's mobile phone for a long time, and it wasn't until recently that he became obsessed with CP that he realized that those two people were Chen Hezheng and Zhong Ying.

This post was the top reply post in Chaohua, and it was full of excited fan comments below. Wen Li looked at each item one by one, his fingers trembling slightly.

This photo clearly and intuitively reminded Wen Li that there was five years between her and Chen Hezheng, when there was no news.

A new friend walked into Chen Hezheng's life during this period, but she was not aware of it, and was even powerless to do anything about it.

What's more, Zhong Ying also has a very ambiguous Weibo profile——

"I love someone, how about you?"

This sentence once became the golden sentence in CP Chaohua, and even derived a very popular copywriting——

Every tentative inquiry hides the girl's deep love.

Wen Li only found out after reading Fan Chaochao that the source of this Internet celebrity copywriting that had appeared several times in her circle of friends turned out to be Chen Hezheng and Zhong Ying.

There are many fakes on the Internet and few real ones. Wen Li also knows that things like knocking on CP are just a form of entertainment and cannot be taken seriously.

But she was really sad, she wanted to cry but couldn't cry, it was all blocked in her heart, and it had been accumulated for a long time, even breathing hurt.

The room was quiet, Chen Hezheng turned his back to the light, and when he looked down at Wen Li, the color of his pupils was bottomless.

Wen Li couldn't help but put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, her eyes were full of astringency, and her voice was weak, she said: "I never thought of doubting you, how much A Zheng likes me, I am very happyClear. You said you never had anyone around you, I believe you. I just..."

The voice stopped here, and Wen Li probably felt that he was a little naive, so he was silent for a moment before continuing: "I just hate that many people say that you and Zhong Ying are more suitable."

As soon as these words came out, the stone that was pressing on Wen Li's heart seemed to fall to the ground together, making her eyes reddened with hopelessness.

She hated seeing the word "good match", and she was also afraid that everyone would think that Zhong Ying was more suitable to be with Chen Hezheng than Wen Li.She knew that there should be no comparisons in love, but the sourness accumulated in her chest was too obvious, and she couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

That was Chen Hezheng, the person she loved with all her youth and strength, and she couldn't stand him getting involved with others.

This lost and found relationship is too precious and fragile for Wen Li.She wanted to protect it well, and didn't want it to go through any more troubles.

Thinking of this, Wen Li suddenly felt that she was so embarrassed and must not look good, so she buried her face in the crest of his neck and refused to lift it up.

The atmosphere became more and more quiet, and the moonlight outside the window was faint.

Chen Hezheng put one hand on Wen Li's back, patted her lightly, to comfort her, and occasionally ran his fingers through her long hair, his movements and breath exuded tenderness.

"How long have you buried these things in your heart?" Chen Hezheng asked her in a soft voice.

Wen Li's eyelashes were wet, her expression was aggrieved and stubborn, she whispered, "It hasn't been long."

It's not long, but you can't mention it at all, you can't think about it, just touch it a little, and you will feel a pain in your heart.

Hearing this, Chen Hezheng moved closer to Wen Li and stuck closer to her.The body temperature of the two blended together, and they could almost feel the beating of each other's pulse.

Asking him to stick close like this, Wen Li couldn't tell whether it was hot or shy, and subconsciously hugged him tightly, and buried his fingers into Chen Hezheng's collar, touching the warm skin on the back of his neck.

"Those topics and discussions made you jealous?" Chen Hezheng kissed Wen Li's earlobe while talking, "Since you are sad and uncomfortable, why don't you come to me to settle the score? You have to bear it yourself?"

Wen Li was agitated by his kisses that were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and his breathing was a little dry. He whispered: "I don't know how to speak, I'm afraid you think I'm childish and petty, and I'm afraid you think I'm hypocritical."

Worrying about gains and losses in love always makes people tangled and powerless.

Chen Hezheng suddenly picked her up and pressed her against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The building was tall and windy, and there was nothing outside the glass window. Wen Li had an illusion of weightlessness, and hurriedly entangled him, almost crying out of fright.

The moment she screamed out, Chen Hezheng kissed her, his lips pressed against her, penetrating deeply and heavily, engulfing her more every time he turned, leaving dripping wet traces.

Wen Li made him almost out of breath, and the tears in his eyes finally fell down. While crying, he held him tightly at the same time. The lingering energy turned the moonlight into peach-like powder.

Seeing that she was crying too much, Chen Hezheng let her go, let her lie limply on his shoulders, and said to her: "It is true that Zhong Ying and I met in Germany, but it has nothing to do with talent or music.It's because we use the same therapist."

The word "doctor" accurately pierced the softest part of Wen Li's heart, she quickly looked up at him, her eyes were very red, and there were still marks of being kissed by him on her lips.

Chen Hezheng lowered his head, kissed her tearful eyes again, and continued: "During the years in Germany, my condition was not good, and my body needed constant reconstruction. The process was very painful. Most importantly, II miss you so much, I think about it like crazy, but I can't come back to see you, because we have broken up."

As if a dagger had pierced through his chest, Wen Li was so painful that he could hardly breathe, his face was drained of blood, but his eyes were full of water.

She called his name, wanted to say sorry to him, and remembered that what he hated most was her guilt, so she kissed his lips instinctively.

The tight kiss, Wen Li's tears wet both of them.

Chen Hezheng lowered his head, put his forehead against Wen Li's, and continued: "At that time, I couldn't write a song, and I couldn't even fall asleep, so I had to see a psychiatrist. The first time I saw Zhong Ying, she had a scar on her wristThere is a particularly deep scar that has not fully healed, and the gauze is soaked with blood. The two people who escaped from death probably have a sense of sympathy for each other."

The word "death" is too cruel, even Wen Li felt scared when he heard it.

She couldn't make a sound, and she didn't even have the strength to shed tears. She just wanted to hug him and confirm repeatedly that Chen Hezheng was real.

He's not gone, he's here.

"Don't be afraid," Chen Hezheng kissed Wen Li's forehead and cheek tenderly, "I'm not telling you this to scare you. Both Zhong Ying and I have people we like, and they are both unwavering.Zhong Ying is Tang He's contracted artist, and she is very popular. I can't talk about her private affairs casually, so I didn't tell you. As for the rumors on the Internet, I was negligent and made you feel wronged."

Wen Li shook her head immediately, she was sweating from crying, a few strands of hair stuck to her neck, her complexion was white, soft and fragile.

She was a little choked up, holding Chen Hezheng's clothes tightly with her fingers, and said: "I am not wronged, A Zheng has never made me feel wronged.

Speaking of this, she paused weakly, and the tears hanging on her eyelashes fell down, along her cheeks, all the way to her collarbone, and fell into that soft depression.

"In the future, I will change it," Wen Li breathed timidly, and whispered, "In the future, I will not be so stingy."

"Why change?"

Chen Hezheng cut off her voice, turned his head to kiss her shoulder.

The white skirt on Wen Li's body was a suspender style, with thin and delicate shoulder straps, and two small pearls dangling from it, which looked very beautiful.

Chen Hezheng's breath crossed the slender tie and landed on Wen Li's skin, creating an astonishing heat.

"I like your stinginess, jealousy, you care about me, I like these." He said, "But I don't like you keeping everything in your heart."

Wen Li was burned by his breath, trembling slightly, his head was groggy, and he became more and more unconscious.

Chen Hezheng held her with one hand, and touched the switch next to her with the other.The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows came down layer by layer, first the light and light white gauze, and then the light gray blackout part.

The moonlight was blocked outside and couldn't come in, and the room became darker and darker.

Half of Wen Li's body was sunken in the layered curtains, and the light gray soft cloth slid over her cheeks, as well as her collarbone, which was cool and silky in texture.

She felt itchy and wanted to struggle, but Chen Hezheng hugged her tightly, occupying her breath with kisses.

It was another long grab.

Wen Li's heartbeat was so fast that she finally waited for him to stop. She heard Chen Hezheng say in a hoarse voice: "In the future, if you encounter unhappy things, you must communicate with me in time. I will correct the things I did wrong. There are misunderstandings."I will explain it to you properly. Forbearance and silence are not a good habit."

When he said these words, Chen Hezheng was surprisingly gentle and meticulous, and Wen Li felt in a trance that even his heartbeat would be crushed by him.

Wen Li hugged him tightly, and repeatedly promised in his ear that I will never get angry secretly in the future, and tell you everything on my mind.

"In the future, I will definitely be more obedient." She said this, her tear-filled eyelashes trembling slightly.

At the same time as the voice fell, the zipper of the skirt also fell down.

Wen Li subconsciously tensed up, put his arms around Chen Hezheng's neck, looked at him timidly, and whispered, "You're playing tricks again."

Chen Hezheng lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple slipped, as if he was enduring, he asked her, "Do you want it?"

The temperature control in the living room was probably broken, the air was unbearably hot and dark.

Wen Li plucked up her courage, leaned over, leaned on his shoulder, and said softly, "Don't take too long, I'm so tired."

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