Under the night color, in the mountains engine sounds like wild beasts roaring.
Four cars chasing each other, front and back biting, step by step pressing closely.
Inside the car, Wen Xian tightly grabbed the handrail, she almost could not see clearly the shaking scene outside the window, could only feel the light like flowing clouds flashing past, her only sense in the night color was the person beside her.
Shen Lingge’s mood was not as high as she imagined, he was still that kind of calm appearance, it was as if in the black pupils ignited a trace of flame-like light, he completely did not divide his mind to look at the car pressing closely beside.
He just concentrated calmly looking at the road ahead, until arriving at a hairpin bend, Shen Lingge only then divided his mind to say a sentence: “Xian Xian, hold tight. If afraid then call out, it’s okay.”
Wen Xian according to the words held tightly onto the handrail, she turned her head tightly looking at Shen Lingge.
His slender cold white hand was wrapped in gloves, but his movements were clean, neat, and without half a bit of hesitation.
Following Shen Lingge’s movements, Wen Xian only felt her own body almost floating up in the air.
The car lights shone on the carefully designed track, Shen Lingge after a drift surpassed the car currently ranked first, he accelerated forward rushing, leaving the three cars behind far far away.
Ling ling [onomatopoeia for clear, cold sound] moonlight shone on the rapidly galloping race car, the atmosphere inside the car was tense yet also silent.
Wen Xian even breathing was careful, she bit her lip looking at Shen Lingge who seemed to have already fallen into madness.
He did not know what was stopping, in his eyes could only see the finish line.
After several bends, Wen Xian already could not hear the engine sounds behind, on this track it seemed only they were left, speed directly soaring to 300 mile per hour, the car like a wild beast just released from the cage.
And during this Wen Xian had always been very quiet, but her heart followed Shen Lingge’s movements always hanging high, until they rushed past the finish line.
After Shen Lingge stepped on the brake, he then took off his helmet, his black pupils still had unscattered excitement, black hair muffled in the helmet already wet by sweat, he could feel his own adrenaline soaring again.
He stretched hand to take off Wen Xian’s helmet as well, the helmet was casually thrown to the back seat by him.
Next second, Wen Xian’s back neck was clasped by his big palm, a scorching deep kiss was then pressed up. Wen Xian even did not have time to breathe and was occupied by his breath, she could only snatch oxygen from his mouth.
Until the cars behind arrived one after another, Shen Lingge only then slowly released her, his warm finger pad lightly rubbed at her slightly swollen lips.
He slightly tilted his head, low and hoarse sexy voice suddenly sounded in Wen Xian’s ear: “Baby, am I okay or not?”
Wen Xian with red face leaned on his shoulder breathing in small gulps, she had some weakness and a little shyness, she said in a small voice: “Shen Lingge, I seem to have no more strength.”
Shen Lingge lowly laughed once, he raised hand to rub her head: “I’ll carry you.”
After speaking he fixedly stared at Wen Xian’s thoroughly red little face hoarsely asking: “Xian Xian, are you happy tonight?”
Wen Xian stretched hand to hug Shen Lingge, she curved her brows and eyes getting close to Shen Lingge’s ear, at his ear side quietly said one sentence.
Shen Lingge’s black pupils slightly stagnated.
In the end Wen Xian was carried by Shen Lingge leaving the race field, Chi Yanyu still like a fool following behind Shen Lingge’s butt asking: “Ge, is Saozi okay? Ge, were you too much tonight?”
“Ge, were you always letting us before?”
Not far away Jiang Min casually smoothed the sweat-wet golden hair to the back of his head, he leaned on the car side lazily glancing at the three people’s backs going far away, laughing: “See, still people rushing to go get scolded.”
Zhao Cheng sighed: “Shen Ge is really niu [literally: cow, slang meaning awesome], I Zhao Cheng in this lifetime have not admired many people, Shen Ge is one of them. You say in this world is there anything he can’t do well?”
Jiang Min from afar glanced at Wen Xian in Shen Lingge’s arms: “I think still has.”
At this moment, Shen Lingge who was holding Wen Xian was in a very good mood, letting Chi Yanyu and following behind him chirping, he just treated it as if he did not hear, at the corners of his eyes and brows all was written spring breeze pride.
They did not return to the stands, but changed clothes, took a bath, and went to the private room to eat.
Before eating, Wen Xian went to the restroom once.
In the car, her makeup was almost all kissed off by Shen Lingge, when she showered she simply removed her makeup, taking advantage of the time while the dishes were being served she slipped to the restroom intending to touch up her lip makeup.
When Wen Xian opened the lipstick cap, at her ear came the crisp sound of high heels, followed by a faint fragrance, in the rose smell there was a light raspberry scent.
A very soft smell.
Then at the washbasin beside her, the sound of water rang out, Wen Xian lightly applied a layer of water-red lipstick, she was already white-skinned, the water-red on her lips made her lips appear delicate and lustrous, as if dripping.
Just as Wen Xian capped the lipstick, she heard the woman beside her use a gentle voice praising: “You are very beautiful.”
Hearing this, Wen Xian turned her head to look, this was a woman completely different in style from Song Jinghong, she had a head of black long hair natural and smooth, her facial features combination looked very gentle, her makeup was also very light.
She was wearing G family’s private haute couture, the bag in her hand was also custom-made, the pink long dress very suited her temperament.
Wen Xian curved her lips toward her: “You are also very beautiful, the dress really suits you.”
Jiang Xinwan the first moment she saw Wen Xian knew this was a girl who grew up in pampering from young, the innocence between her brows and eyes was too obvious, completely different from people like them.
After introducing herself, Jiang Xinwan very considerately introduced to Wen Xian the origin of this club, as well as what they usually gather here to play.
Wen Xian toward Jiang Xinwan’s warmth, however, could not really bring up mood to respond, she felt that that race consumed most of her energy.
Since that kidnapping incident, Wen Xian’s mental state had always not been very good.
But she still patiently listened, until they walked to the private room door, Jiang Xinwan only then stopped the topic, she lightly said: “I’m very familiar with Mingcheng, if you want to go shopping, anytime you can find me.”
Wen Xian lightly nodded her head, she was about to say something, but first heard the man’s low voice from inside the private room: “Xian Xian, come over.”
Jiang Xinwan’s gaze slightly paused, she smiled: “Go in, the food here tastes pretty good.”
After Wen Xian entered the door, Jiang Xinwan only then slowly followed behind her to come in, she just picked up the wine glass at the bar side and then met Song Jinghong’s inexplicable gaze, Jiang Xinwan smiled toward Song Jinghong.
Song Jinghong glanced once and then moved her sight away.
She frowned and asked Zhao Cheng beside: “You’re sure this is the blind date partner Aunt Mingxi found for Shen Lingge? The moment I saw this woman I didn’t like her, still not as good as Wen Xian.”
Zhao Cheng choked once, he hurriedly glanced at Shen Lingge, then lowered his voice and said: “Jie, you better lower your voice, don’t let Shen Ge hear, he’s rarely this happy.”
Song Jinghong unwillingly shut her mouth.
On the other side.
Shen Lingge stretched out his hand to hold Wen Xian’s hand, he raised his eyes to stare at her little face for a while, suddenly smiled and said: “Went to touch up lipstick? Today Xian Xian’s lipstick is strawberry-flavored, very sweet.”
Wen Xian: “……”
She sat down beside him and muttered in a small voice: “What’s with you tonight? Still outside, don’t always talk nonsense.”
Shen Lingge stretched his arm and pulled her into his embrace, he glanced at the dishes on the table, turned his head and asked: “Is there anything else you want to eat? Dessert will be brought later, but not allowed to eat cold things.”
Ever since last time Song Mingxi mentioned once about physiological period, Shen Lingge had been indirectly asking Duoduo, recently he also secretly observed Wen Xian’s mood changes, her physiological period was near, he had to coax her as much as possible.
When Wen Xian started moving her chopsticks, Shen Lingge only then inconspicuously glanced at Jiang Xinwan once, just now she came in together with Wen Xian from outside, not knowing what she said to Wen Xian.
Shen Lingge looked at Wen Xian’s slightly puffed cheeks, he stretched out his hand pinching her chin, turning her head over to look for a moment. The little girl opened her deer eyes looking at him inexplicably, as if not understanding what he was doing.
Shen Lingge carefully stared at her for quite a while, seeing that she wasn’t unhappy, only then letting her eat by herself.
During the period, quite a few people came over to offer toasts. Shen Lingge, seeing Wen Xian did not speak to stop him, drank them all. Today was rare for him to be in such a good mood.
Wen Xian sat beside him watching him, expression calm as he talked with others. This was very much like his usual state, but faintly there was also something different. The other hand he placed under the table had been holding hers all along.
The warm palm pressed against hers.
When Shen Lingge had a bit of drunkenness, he then no longer drank. He knew tonight his emotions were somewhat high, alcohol would speed up the burning of his rationality.
If he let himself keep drinking like this, he feared tonight he wouldn’t be able to sleep together with Wen Xian.
Not far away, Jiang Xinwan looked at Shen Lingge who already had some drunkenness, she swept her gaze once again around the private room and found Song Jinghong. She was sitting alone in the corner lowering her head drinking.
This entire night, everyone could see how much Shen Lingge doted on Wen Xian. This night he had almost not let go of Wen Xian’s hand, occasionally even leaning over to softly coax her.
No matter how you looked, it was Shen Lingge who had fallen.
At eleven o’clock in the evening, Shen Lingge stood up preparing to take Wen Xian to leave. Normally at this time they were already preparing to go to bed, ever since she got sick he hadn’t let her stay up late.
Wen Xian, worried he was drunk, raised her hand to support him. Shen Lingge’s slightly hot black eyes fell on Wen Xian’s obviously worried little face, he lightly laughed once, suddenly bent down and carried her horizontally.
Wen Xian was dazed for a moment, then immediately asked: “Shen Lingge, are you still okay?”
Shen Lingge’s steps paused, he lowered his eyes looking at the Wen Xian who didn’t understand anything, and sighed lowly: “Xian Xian, from now on don’t say this kind of thing, especially after I’ve had alcohol.”
Wen Xian, afraid he was exerting himself, raised her hand to wrap around his neck. She quietly asked: “I’m just worried about you, afraid you’re uncomfortable. Tomorrow we still have to get up and go to work.”
Shen Lingge carried her walking toward the car, until placing her onto the seat, then pinched her chin lightly kissing once at her lips.
He rubbed her hair, responding: “I’m not uncomfortable, after we go back and shower we’ll sleep. Tomorrow I’ll take you to the company to play. Has Xian Xian never seen the Shen Corporation building?”
Wen Xian thought for a moment. Before, she rarely came to Mingcheng. She honestly shook her head: “Never seen it.”
The corner of Shen Lingge’s lips slightly curved, his voice carried rarely seen arrogance: “From now on, that’s also your empire.”
The car slowly started.
Third floor of the club.
In Song Jinghong’s hand burned a cigarette, she looked with an unclear expression at the luxury car gradually going far away under the night color. Tonight, the Shen Lingge she saw was completely different from the cold man in her memory.
So it turned out he also knew how to love, only he didn’t love her.
The crisp sound of high heels came from behind, someone stood still beside Song Jinghong.
Song Jinghong turned her head glancing sideways, within swirling smoke, that gentle-faced woman lightly laughed: “Go have a drink?”
The moon in the night sky gradually was covered by clouds. The figures of the two of them also gradually disappeared from the window.