Before Su Yanle could react or close her eyes, the strong smell of alcohol from his mouth spread in her mouth.
Even after a long time, when she recalled the feeling at that time, she still felt that it was fresh in her memory.
But what was that feeling?
But she couldn't say it clearly.
She only remembered that she had failed to live up to her expectations and cried. Tears flowed down her cheeks and onto Song Ziwei's face, leaving a cold trail on his hot skin.
The person she had never mentioned to anyone for so many years, the person she had always kept in her heart, had appeared just like that. He had reappeared in her life and filled the entire world in an instant.
Just like that, that person told her that he loved her. He was so close to her that she could clearly feel his breath.
She heard that familiar heartbeat again. This time, it was so close, and this time, she heard it so openly.
Song Ziwei also felt her moist tears and gently let go of her.
"What's wrong?"
He asked her gently, his tone gentle, not like a drunk person at all.
Su Yanle looked at him, shook her head, and buried her head in his arms.
Song Ziwei didn't stand on ceremony and directly held her waist. The fragrance on her body immediately entered his nose. He felt his heart beating rapidly and he seemed to have sobered up.
"Su."
he called, forcing himself to sink deeper into the dizziness and hold her tighter.
Su Yanle didn't struggle and just lay quietly in his arms.
Who would care about the future? She only knew that he was the person she had liked for so long. This person was now by her side, living with her, and they were about to get married.
This was probably the magical part of fate.
As she thought about it, she felt Song Ziwei's hot breath.
He turned over and placed her on the soft bed under him. He leaned over and looked at her. His hot breath was rushing against Su Yanle's skin, causing her face to turn red.
"Ziwei, you…"
She panted, and the words that reached her mouth became a little weak. Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Song Ziwei's lips again.
"Oh!"
Her mouth was suddenly gagged. She tried to twist her body, but it was as if she was half-bound and could not move.
Su Yanle could feel Song Ziwei panting heavily. He was like a hunting dog that had finally caught its prey, sniffing the scent of the spoils of war under him. The places on her body that were touched by his fingers instantly burned as if they were on fire.
Although she felt that something was wrong, she did not have the strength to struggle. She allowed him to be like a vampire who could not refuse despite knowing the danger. He buried his head in her neck and kissed her gently. His slightly outstretched tongue kept turning gently, as if he was eager to find a place to kiss.
Su Yanle couldn't take it anymore. He snorted and pushed Song Ziwei's shoulder weakly. Unexpectedly, with this push, Song Ziwei's face instantly turned around and moved back, once again kissing her slightly open lips.
It was a long kiss, so long that she could barely breathe. Her head, which lacked oxygen, felt a little dizzy at this moment, as if she had fallen into an abyss of temptation filled with red wine. Once she stepped into it, she would never be able to get back to shore.
Just as she was about to suffocate, Song Ziwei finally let go of her slightly. The fresh air that suddenly rushed into her nose made her feel a little uncomfortable.
She didn't dare to accept it, but she couldn't reject this drunk Song Ziwei.
His lips met hers again, as if he did not want to give her too much time to catch her breath.
Su Yanle had no choice but to caress him gently. However, a tear slipped down her face and rushed into her mouth. It also rushed into Song Ziwei's mouth, which was kissing her crazily. It was like a drop of hot oil dripping into the fire, instantly igniting the fire in Song Ziwei's body. He pressed down on her again. The little bit of rationality that he had just regained had instantly disappeared in that ball of fire.
Su Yanle also felt his powerful attack.
Let her be.
She suddenly relaxed her body as if she had fallen into Song Ziwei's caress. Her eyes gradually became blurred.
Song Ziwei, this man, she would probably be trapped in this way for the rest of her life.
As she thought about it, she finally closed her eyes.
..........
Su Yanle opened his eyes and felt pain all over his body.
She tried to take her arm out from under the blanket. There were even hickeys on her slender and fair arm.
Song Ziwei, who was wearing a tie, looked over. She quickly retracted her arm in embarrassment.
"You're awake."
Song Ziwei glanced at her, looking a little embarrassed.
Su Yanle nodded without saying anything.
"I'm sorry about yesterday."
he said quickly as he took out a suit jacket.
Su Yanle shook her head again, finding his cliché line a little funny.
"Where are you going?" She moved to the side of the bed and reached out to grab the hem of his shirt.
"Press conference." Song Ziwei said as he sat by the bed and looked at her face to face. "There's something I haven't told you. I was fired yesterday. The board of directors decided to do it.”
His voice was low, as if he was touching the darkness in his heart that could not be easily touched.
"What happened?" Su Yanle's grip on his shirt tightened. She finally understood why Song Ziwei had drunk to drown his sorrows yesterday.
"It's nothing. It's about the new project. I was framed by someone. It's also because I wasn't careful enough.”He smiled bitterly, as if he had decided to brush it off in front of her.
Su Yanle suddenly remembered the financial statements that Zhang Yiwen had stolen.
"Is it Zhang Yiwen?" She pulled him and asked anxiously.
Song Ziwei thought for a moment and nodded his head without any comment. He frowned slightly.
"I'll go with you." She gritted her teeth and said firmly. She turned around and was about to get out of bed when she remembered that she was almost naked. She quickly pulled the blanket and rummaged through the bed for her clothes.
Song Ziwei looked at her and smiled lightly. It was good that she was still by his side at this time.
"Hey, don't look at me." Su Yanle grabbed onto her underwear, but Song Ziwei was still staring at her with a meaningful smile on his face. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed and angry. She reached out to turn his rash head away and put on her clothes in a moment.
"Wait for me." She shouted at him and hurriedly put on her slippers to go to the bathroom.
Song Ziwei nodded and leaned against the bed like a well-trained puppy, waiting for his master to return. He wasn't in a hurry. It was as if the most important things were as light as a feather when he was by her side. He thought about Su Yanle's face and the smell of the air on the water tower. Finally, he reluctantly remembered the press conference today.
He had never failed at work.
Although he wasn't a harsh workaholic, Song Ziwei had always been meticulous in his work and never made a mistake. He didn't want to give Yang Jing a chance to teach him a lesson. All these years, he wanted to prove to her that even if she didn't care about him, he could still do everything well.
But now, everything had been ruined overnight. Of course, he was unwilling to accept it.
"Let's go, Song Ziwei."
Su Yanle had already finished packing up and was standing in front of him like a nimble deer. Song Ziwei smelled the fragrance on her body when she was so close to him last night and couldn't help but smile.
So be it, he thought. He stood up and pulled her out of the room.#
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