MTL - Wear It Until Crazy Beauty Scum a Loses Control-Chapter 74

Zuo Baixuan stood in the dim light, wearing a gorgeous dress, like a dancer walking on the stage to show herself.

Dalielie stood in the sight of Luan Yenan.

When choosing clothes, Jiang Lingdan said that cuteness is not worth mentioning in front of sexy, so he forced himself to bring this deep V.

Just taking the initiative to wear this dress with few and irregular fabrics challenged Zuo Baixuan's line of defense. This is more embarrassing than letting her stand in front of Luan Yenan without wearing anything.

Luan Yenan didn't respond and walked out of the room.

Zuo Baixuan raised her eyes and followed Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan felt Zuo Baixuan's small eyes, turned and held her: "I'll drink with you, just drink it in the living room. I'll go get some snacks to cushion you. You didn't eat much at the dinner party. If you drink again, you will not only get drunk, but also get a stomachache. Would you like to wait for me on the sofa?"

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan's gentle eyes, her uneasy emotions were eased again, and she only said softly, "Okay."

Luan Yenan walked towards another room of the suite.

She opened the cabinet door, pulled out the barrier sticker and inhibitor, put the barrier sticker on the back of her neck, and put the inhibitor in the pocket of the bathrobe.

After all preparations, I walked back to the living room with snacks.

In the living room, Zuo Baixuan was sitting reclining on the sofa, with her legs half-curled, the skirt of her dress dangled and fell to the ground.

The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him were open, and the light from outside filtered in, framing Zuo Baixuan into a painting.

Luan Yenan wanted to hug her, but felt that this was a beautiful thing, and she should be left alone in the picture to keep her beautiful.

Luan Yenan nodded, walked over, put down the snacks, and found a bottle opener and decanter.

Open the red wine and pour two shallow glasses.

She sat sideways on the floor beside the sofa, opened a package of fish fillets in her hand, and handed it to Zuo Baixuan, as if she was preparing for a relaxing time at home before watching a movie with friends. It's completely different from Zuo Baixuan wearing a formal dress.

Zuo Baixuan couldn't react, but seeing Luan Yenan's actions, she breathed a sigh of relief, took the fish fillet, the salty and sweet taste brought her a little calm.

She leaned forward, took the glass from the coffee table and drank it.

"Eh..." Luan Yenan couldn't stop him.

It seems that Xiaobaihua is really ready to get drunk tonight.

Luan Yenan looked at her for a while, then reached out and pinched her ankle.

"Ah!" Zuo Baixuan was startled by the cold touch on her ankle, but couldn't take it back, looking down at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan's eyes were calm, but she just reached out to her.

Zuo Baixuan hesitated and handed over the wine glass.

Luan Yenan poured another shallow glass for her, but instead of returning it directly, she instructed: "Don't drink too fast, it's not good for the stomach."

When Zuo Baixuan took the wine glass with both hands, she glanced down at the ankle that was always pinched in Luan Yenan's hand, as if she was locked by her side.

Long eyelashes cast shadows on the bottom of my eyes, and I can't find the time to open my eyes.

Luan Yenan was not in a hurry, and continued to open a packet of small cakes to give to Zuo Baixuan.

The tense atmosphere was destroyed by her act of feeding, and the sadness in Zuo Baixuan's eyes disappeared a lot, and his head swayed and took another sip of red wine.

The red wine melted in her mouth, and she smacking her lips. With her meager amount of alcohol, she felt that red wine was not exciting enough.

"Suddenly want to try vodka." Zuo Baixuan blurted out.

It is not intended.

Luan Yenan glanced at her when she heard it.

Drinking.

One in a bathrobe and one in a dress.

To be alone like this, a look, an expression, and a sentence, all have different meanings.

Zuo Baixuan's face was hot with Luan Yenan's eyes, she pursed her lips, and whispered, "I didn't mean that, I just wanted to drink some spirits."

Luan Yenan raised the corner of his mouth and laughed.

Wandering around with red wine in hand, sending it to her mouth.

Zuo Baixuan stared at the red liquid flowing slowly towards Luan Yenan's mouth.

She was swallowing her first glass of red wine.

When Luan Yenan poured himself wine, he said slowly, "So, are you ready to start telling a story?"

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan held the wine glass, turned her head sideways, and leaned against her leg with a faint smile on her face.

Do not persecute, suppress the dangerous sense of existence, and only be a simple listener.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Baixuan felt her scalp go numb and tightened her hand holding the wine glass.

Luan Yenan is not as good to her as she is now, but if every action does not give herself the right sense of security, she may give up revealing at any time.

But she didn't.

Zuo Baixuan raised her head.

The light and shadow behind her fell on her face, blurring her outlines.

"The protagonist of the story is a girl who was born into a happy family." Zuo Baixuan looked at the ceiling.

Like Zuo Baixuan's recollection, there are clear parts and vague parts.

This is a little white flower that I don't know outside the outline, a little white flower that I have not seen before.

This is the reason why Zuo Baixuan became Zuo Baixuan.

Luan Yenan listened quietly.

Zuo Baixuan didn't hear Luan Yenan's response, but she knew she was listening, so she slowly said: "She has a mother who loves her, and another who always loves to laugh Dad. Even though they are busy at work, they still play with the little **** weekends. There is always a lot of laughter at home.”

Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan with a slight smile on her face, but her eyes were full of sadness, mixed with alcohol-impacted brain, half-dazed and half-awake, indulging in childhood In the good memories, I was pulled by reality and couldn't relax.

I only heard about the happy childhood of the "little girl", but Luan Yenan was worried about the future development.

Sure enough, the happy description did not last long, and then the plot took a sharp turn.

"However, when the little girl was seven years old, her mother's family was in trouble, her grandparents' business collapsed, and she owed a lot of foreign debts in order to pay the employees. Debt collectors chased after the door. My grandfather died suddenly of a heart attack, and my grandmother couldn’t bear the blow.”

Zuo Baixuan said this and finished the red wine in the shallow glass.

Luan Yenan still did not speak.

She just put down the wine glass and consciously filled Zuo Baixuan with new wine.

When people define ordinary people, they may use the following descriptions.

For example, in an ordinary working family with a mediocre birth and just enough food and drink, their parents could not provide a superior material basis, so they wore ordinary clothes since childhood and went to ordinary nine-year compulsory education.

For example, my IQ is mediocre, and I only managed to get into an ordinary university with hard work. I have no special experience, so I only got an ordinary diploma.

For example, she looks mediocre and can't provide any help for life and work, so after graduation, she just found an ordinary job with an ordinary salary.

Is this a normal person?

Yes.

Ordinary enough.

But lucky enough.

Because this kind of ordinary means that you have both parents, no pain in childhood, no disaster when you grow up, no illness or pain.

And she and Zuo Baixuan are not "ordinary people".

Luan Yenan sat on the sofa.

Zuo Baixuan took a breath and continued: "Grandpa's departure and grandmother's serious illness have made the little girl's mother hit hard and wanted to rely on her father. The father who loves to laugh suddenly seems to have changed a person. No, to be precise, he has not changed. He is just good at disguising. After the little girl's mother's backer fell, he exposed his original self."

Luan Yenan leaned over to Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan leaned her head on Luan Yenan's shoulder almost immediately.

"The little girl's mother has a wealthy family and was raised by wealth without suffering. The little girl's father may have promised to be good to her for a lifetime when he married her mother. But betrayal It came very quickly. It was like the moment when the load-bearing wall of a building was blown up and the whole building collapsed. Only the little girl's mother, sitting in the rubble, was bruised and bruised by the rubble, and was not willing to accept the fact."

Luan Yenan said nothing.

The warmth from the bathrobe on her shoulder made her even more speechless. He just lowered his head and kissed the top of Zuo Baixuan's hair.

Zuo Baixuan knew that Luan Yenan must be watching her emotions, so she didn't hide it, she rubbed directly on her shoulder and wiped away the excess emotions before raising her head Another sip of wine.

As if it was not enough, after Luan Yenan had another drink for her, she had to hold her to clink the glass before giving up.

Zuo Baixuan is already drunk.

Because "sober Zuo Baixuan" cannot tell this story, "drunk Zuo Baixuan" must be completely replaced.

Luan Yenan toasted with her and drank with her.

Zuo Baixuan smiled with satisfaction.

The story of the "little girl" continued in her mouth.

"The last straw that broke the little girl's mother was the death of the little girl's grandmother. The family couldn't afford the medical expenses, and the little girl's father felt unlucky, and even refused to see her for the last time. After the mother took the little girl to send her grandmother away, she went to find her father, but saw him making out with others in the hotel lobby. When the girl's father saw them, he became angry and pushed the mother and daughter away and fell to the ground. Go away."

For a little girl who always felt that she was loved by her parents, such a reversal blow was fatal.

Zuo Baixuan stopped here, she raised her head again, looking at the light and shadow on the ceiling.

This time I don’t know if the light and shadow are blurred or the vision is blurred.

Luan Yenan picked up the phone and played the piano music.

Zuo Baixuan blinked, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, she turned her head to look at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan reached out to Zuo Baixuan: "Do you want to dance?"

Zuo Baixuan put her palm on Luan Yenan's palm.

Luan Yenan's body also became hot because of drinking, and her palms were hot, transferring both strength and warmth to Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan got up and leaned against Luan Yenan's arms.

Following the gentle music, there is no pattern, just rhythm, Zuo Baixuan's mood gradually calmed down.

Speak again.

"After the little girl's mother returned home, she was unhappy for a long time. During this time, the little girl's father's behavior intensified, until finally, she had a nervous breakdown and chose to take her own life. The girl's father is very powerful, has connections, and has the means to successfully shake off the little girl's oil bottle and live a happy life."

Luan Yenan frowned.

The story told by Zuo Baixuan, both at the beginning and at the end, uses the same wording as a fairy tale, but the core is completely different.

The mutation of the family in just a few months has become one thorn after another in the little girl.

Let her not believe in love, promise, intimacy, let alone fairy tales.

The environment forced this little girl who spent her childhood in fairy tales to face the cruel reality, she had to be self-reliant.

That's why Zuo Baixuan has to keep three points for good friends, and a very good personality for strangers.

Even if Zuo Baixuan takes the step of "telling a story" now, it is difficult to fully accept "the close relationship with Luan Yenan".

Luan Yenan lightly twisted the suspenders of Zuo Baixuan's dress, recalling all the information she had.

Luan Yenan understood at this moment.

Zuo Baixuan really looks like herself.

Like my previous self.

It’s not so much that I can’t reconcile with the world, it’s better that I can’t reconcile with myself.

These experiences are a thorn that cannot be removed from the chest.

Approaching and influencing are useless, and may even be counterproductive, causing her subconscious defense.

Only when she takes revenge herself, resolves this knot, and controls everything in her own hands, can she stop her extreme vigilance.

Luan Yenan also understood why the heroine who existed in the rough outline of the original text chose a background board hero who had no sense of existence, because of her past experience.

What she wants is someone who won't interfere with her, anyone, or none.

Luan Yenan's hand pressed on the back of the dress, touching the cold skin under the halter.

Zuo Baixuan's body trembled, and soon relaxed again, leaning on Luan Yenan's shoulder, and stopped for a while.

The wine is coming up, and her head is a little dizzy.

Luan Yenan's voice was vague.

"Would you like to hear me tell a story too?"

"Okay, I like listening to stories." Zuo Baixuan broke away from the previous "story", smiled and sprayed her breath on Luan Yenan's neck.

Vanilla melodious.

Luan Yenan closed his eyes and took out a barrier sticker from his pocket and put it on Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan looked up at her, Luan Yenan was unmoved, but said, "This is also the story of a little girl. At the beginning of the story, the little girl did not live in happiness, Her father beats her mother, restricts her freedom, and scolds the little girl for losing money. For a long time, the little girl even thought that this is what a normal family should be like."

Zuo Baixuan's drunkenness was dispelled by the words "beat" and "scold".

She stared at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan's eyes were calm.

It is as calm as stagnant water.

Such peace will not appear in the eyes of the storyteller, nor in the eyes of the listener, but only in the eyes of the parties.

This is not a peace of mind, nor a peace of relief. Instead, it was the peace that came from thinking about the past experiences countless times and killing the emotional self countless times.

Zuo Baixuan did not expect that under such circumstances, she would suddenly get the reason why Luan Yenan is so sensitive to "domestic violence".

["There is also a possibility that I have indeed changed?"]

Luan Yenan's words came to mind.

All the strange feelings gathered at this moment, combined with this story, Zuo Baixuan also got this exact answer.

Luan Yenan's story continues: "The little girl's mother died and was buried outside the village with her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus."

"How come?" Zuo Baixuan's nerves were stinged by the word "osmanthus" again.

That's why Luan Yenan saw Luan Xing that expression!

Luan Yenan hugged Zuo Baixuan and patted her back. After she digested all the information, she calmed down and said, "The little girl escaped from that village. , study day and night, make money day and night, but her heart has always been there, until one day, a social news caused a national sensation.

"A pregnant girl went to the police station to report to the police that she had been trafficked to a village by people. The village escaped. This kidnapping village has surfaced."

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan and hugged her warm body tightly.

Why can this person be so strong?

"The little girl has grown up and is rich. She used the means within her control to make the village that surfaced pay the price."

Zuo Baixuan's body trembled.

Same.

They are the same.

Zuo Baixuan's voice trembled with her body, she asked softly, "Why is the little girl in your story so strong?"

Luan Yenan shook her head: "She is not strong. She heard from the girl who escaped that there were sweet-scented osmanthus flowers all the way out of the village, and the girl just smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus from the mountain. escaped.

" And this little girl, since she escaped from the mountain, she couldn't smell the sweet-scented osmanthus, and she couldn't see the sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus. As long as she touched the things related to the sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus, she would have a splitting headache. Dare to go back to that village to pay homage to my mother."

Zuo Baixuan hugged Luan Yenan and felt cold for a while, and hot for a while.

Luan Yenan soothed her and whispered, "I'm willing to help you, I can help you with whatever you want."

Zuo Baixuan didn't respond for a long time as if she hadn't heard it.

Luan Yenan felt that Xiang Ruan, who was lying still on her body, was getting hot, and pressed Zuo Baixuan's shoulder abruptly.

It's too late.

The unbridled vanilla scent flies over the barrier stickers.

Zuo Baixuan pulled Luan Yenan's bathrobe until all the belts were loosened before speaking: "Luan Yenan, mark me."

This is Zuo Baixuan's blurred eyes, asking for intimacy with Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan just wanted to run away.

Zuo Baixuan is entering a fever period while drunk!

Zuo Baixuan held Luan Yenan tightly, and at the same time tore off her own barrier, and reached out to reach Luan Yenan's.

Not even pulling.

A large amount of vanilla had already captured Luan Yenan's unsatisfactory glands and devoured it.

The vodka broke through the barrier, and when the fingertip touched the barrier, it was cut from the gland.

A large number of pheromones covered the two completely.

A wrap that is as gentle as a newborn, but with amazing concentration.

This mark will definitely break through the reproductive cavity uncontrollably.

"Zuo Baixuan, are you sure?" Luan Yenan paid attention to Zuo Baixuan's expression. The time she could suppress the beast was only a few seconds.

That's a permanent marker.

Unlike a temporary mark that disappears, it becomes a lifelong imprint. Even going to the hospital for cleaning surgery is an extremely painful process.

Frightened, Luan Yenan hurriedly hugged Zuo Baixuan to the sofa.

In New York City, when she used pheromones to push back the maliciously approaching Omega, she fell into a coma.

Luan Yenan quickly confirmed Zuo Baixuan's breath, Zuo Baixuan just kept exhaling alcohol from her mouth, which made her feel a little more at ease.

She took out the inhibitor again from her bathrobe pocket and gave one to herself and Zuo Baixuan to complete the injection.

Stand far away, and when the pheromone calmed down, Luan Yenan carried Zuo Baixuan into the master bedroom.

The two-meter large bed in the master bedroom makes Zuo Baixuan so small.

Zuo Baixuan, who was sleeping peacefully, was not at all prepared, not showing her teeth and dancing her claws, and being careless.

Luan Yenan helped her tuck the quilt, went to the living room to get a wine glass, sat on the floor beside the bed, shook the wine glass, and thought for a long time.

She has a better understanding of Zuo Baixuan.

This understanding made her feel even heavier.

If they are not in this capacity, how wonderful it would be to meet in this way. But if you don't pass through, you may not even have the chance to meet.

Luan Yenan raised a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth, laughing at the useless thinking of paradoxes in his mind.

But a crazy idea formed in my mind.

Sit back and drink a glass of wine.

When she lowered her head again, her eyes sparkled with clarity and determination, she made a new decision.

I don't know if my pheromone situation will get worse, and it will be as annoying as a time bomb.

Even the moment when Zuo Baixuan wanted to accept the permanent mark was cleverly stopped by some force majeure.

Since the outline plot and Zuo Baixuan's plan are written to divorce them.

Okay, isn't it a divorce?

Then divorce.

After walking through the outline plot and completing all Zuo Baixuan's plans, divorce.

The pheromone in the room has completely dissipated.

Luan Yenan got up, lay down on the quilt, and held Zuo Baixuan in his arms.

Zuo Baixuan was awakened by the strange feeling on her body, snorted softly, and looked up at Luan Yenan.

There is a hot fire burning.

There are crazy people doing things.

"Why..." Zuo Baixuan pinched Luan Yenan's shoulder.

Luan Yenan leaned in her ear and said, "It's okay, ask for some interest first."

But Zuo Baixuan can't understand what this interest means.

The author has this to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: Qiqi not violent Y1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 12 bottles of Jess-fan; 10 bottles of Mon, Anti. Xiaochen open box, AAAA4 paper; 8 bottles of sugar-crazy children; 5 bottles of Lilili; 1 bottle for the wind and night;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!