“I said, what are you doing moving?” Gong Yu sat on the sofa of He Siming’s house, swaying leisurely with a red wine glass in his hand, not understanding his move.
This villa was so quiet that it was suitable for He Siming to live. The key point was that he had been living for many years, so he suddenly suggested moving.
The thief looked at his increasingly cold face and was not affected by his strong aura at all. He smiled and teased, “Is it for the beauty?”
He Siming sipped his wine and glanced at Gong Yu without saying a word.
If Gong Yu wasn’t a child, he might have been thrown away by He Siming.
“Alas… alright,” Gong Yu waved his hand. He was quite clear about He Siming’s character. As long as he didn’t want to say anything, no one could make him speak. “Then you have to tell me what type you want.”
“Follow you,” He Siming couldn’t stand Gong Yu chattering non-stop. He spat out two words and left.
Gong Yu downed all the red wine in his glass and squinted with satisfaction. He looked at He Siming’s back and said, “Since you’re interested in Wen Shuyue again, I’ll help you as a friend.”
“Yueyue, we have a new neighbor. We have time to pay a visit,” Wen Long remembered that he heard the movement next door today and taught Wen Shuyue, “As the saying goes, far away is better than close neighbors. You must go.”
Wen Shuyue, who was cooking in the kitchen, couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She was impatient by Wen Long and responded to her well, but her heart couldn’t help but frown. She didn’t know who her neighbors were.
However, her father’s life was hard to break. The next day, she knocked on her neighbor’s door with a basket of fruit.
“…He Siming,” Wen Shuyue’s eyes widened in shock and she asked in surprise, “You new move?”
He Siming looked at her indifferently. He also knew today that when he saw the woman’s cute appearance, he nodded calmly and casually took the fruit basket.
Wen Shuyue, who reacted to her exaggerated behavior, smiled apologetically and said, “Will you not disturb you?”
She wasn’t sure if it was because He Siming was wearing his home clothes, but she felt that he was different from usual today. His expression softened a little and she followed him in like a demon.
Staring at Wen Shuyue’s back, He Siming smiled and seemed to have a little smile in his eyes.
Wen Long asked curiously, “Who is the neighbor?” I heard you say that it’s good. I also invited you to his house for tea.
Wen Shuyue gave Wen Baobao a chopsticks and carrots. Her father didn’t like to see He Siming now, but it was only a matter of time for him to know that his neighbor was He Siming.
“My neighbor is He Siming. He only found out today that we are his neighbor.”
She sneaked a glance at Wen Long. Sure enough, his face darkened and she made an excuse. “I’ll go to the kitchen to add a bowl of soup for myself.” Before she could reach the kitchen, she heard Wen Long complain, “I only found out today that I saw him doing it on purpose. You are stupid enough to surround him and not leave. Just let you do it. Don’t suffer losses.”
“Grandfather, my mother is very smart. Don’t worry,” Wen Baobao comforted Wen Long and said coquettishly, “Besides, you already have such a cute Wen Baobao.”
Her family trusted her and loved her, so she would protect them herself.
“Mr. He will meet again if he is fated.”
At the entrance of the hotel, He Siming endured the giddiness in front of him and said goodbye to his partner, “Come on.”
As soon as he arrived in the car, he pinched his eyebrows and felt hot at home.
The darkness hid his figure. He Siming opened the cold water in the bathroom and stood below, still unable to suppress the heat in his body. Even his eyes were red.
A dangerous thought flashed across his mind. The only thing he couldn’t figure out was that everyone in the city knew his strength, so who would drug him in the not to know good from bad?
After taking a cold shower, the heat that had just been suppressed started to creep all over his body bit by bit. His veins bulged and he smashed everything in the living room like crazy.
It was late at night and Wen Shuyue couldn’t say anything about it. In fact, the soundproofing effect in this room was very good, but it was just that she had a light sleep.
She turned around and listened carefully to her worries. Why was He Siming smashing things in the middle of the night? She sat up and looked at the bedroom door hesitating whether to go and check.
However, He Siming had always been protected by bodyguards, and there was a group of people around him who cared about him at any time. What if she saw an incomparably warm picture in the past?
Her worried eyes became disappointed.
“He Siming?” What’s wrong with you? Wen Shuyue knocked on the door worriedly. There was no light in the house, but the sound inside frightened her. She was afraid that something might happen to He Siming, so she could only smack the door.
The sound in the room suddenly disappeared and she closed her ears in confusion.
“Ah!” A short cry of surprise was heard as Wen Shuyue was pulled into the house by a domineering force. Her hand touched her body temperature and felt a familiar breath.
Wen Shuyue didn’t dare struggle and asked carefully, “He Siming, why don’t you turn on the lights?” What’s wrong with you?
He Siming buried his head in her fair neck and exhaled unusually hot, burning her rationality. She pushed him slightly, but he hugged her even harder.
“Let me go…” Wen Shuyue was shocked by his hot body temperature and couldn’t break free from his embrace. She could only talk to him like a child.
“Let go of me first, let me see you. Your temperature is a bit high,” Wen Shuyue patted his back gently.
Her rationality was on the verge of collapse. He Siming didn’t want to hurt Wen Shuyue, but his body couldn’t suppress the heat, and her gentle words were add fuel to the flames.
“Mmm…” Wen Shuyue’s eyes widened. She was stunned and was attacked by He Siming. She struggled desperately to lose her strength and held his shoulders tightly.
The clothes were lifted up and the cool breeze entered. Wen Shuyue shivered and she returned to the cage.
“Hiss…” He Siming took a deep breath and the smell of blood spread in his mouth. His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he stared intently at Wen Shuyue.
“Help me,” he whispered with her forehead lowered.
Wen Shuyue couldn’t stand still. She was shocked by his words and forgot to resist. When she came back to her senses, she and He Siming had already fallen on the bed.
She was unwilling to fall back but she couldn’t refuse. He Siming’s low and hoarse voice made her shiver and she could only sleep all night.