5 Big Shots Kneeled and Called Me Mom

Chapter 146 Kiss

Hearing what he said, Gu Yan couldn't help laughing: "Did you call Lan Ting?"

Huo Jinchen's deep eyes also smiled: "Yes. I called and asked him about his current study situation. He was very evasive. After that, I said that I wanted to communicate with you. He quickly said that you were not at home and came to school. I asked in detail. After a while, he told me everything, and told me that you may have to be careful when you come to school, and let me have time to see you."

What Huo Jinchen didn't say was that his son's words were cautious, obviously trying to match him and Yuan Yuan.

When Gu Yan heard this, he naturally thought of his son's tone. Looking at the father for a while, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Lan Ting is playing tricks on you to make you smart. How could he know that mantis catching cicadas and orioles?" In the end, you just wait for his words."

Huo Jinchen stared at her smile, but asked, "Oh, who is the cicada?"

Gu Yan's face was slightly dizzy: "I don't know!"

Huo Chenchen stretched out his hand and held hers.

No matter when and where his hands were, they seemed to be cold. When his fingers interlocked, Gu Yuan struggled symbolically.

Huo Chenchen held on tightly, and she just let him go.

Huo Chenchen: "You are a cicada."

Gu Yan looked at it with a smile: "Why am I a cicada?"

Huo Jinchen smiled slightly, stared at her without speaking.

When Huo Chenchen couldn't sleep last night, he even tried to use the most rational analysis over and over again. Why? How did all this happen?

Obviously, half a month ago, she was just Lan Ting's mother in his eyes, a warm and clean little girl. He admired her and felt that she was beautiful and warm, but he could analyze it calmly and rationally, knowing that the relationship between the two Not suitable, at least he is not suitable for this little girl.

But that night in the desert, when she was frightened and held her hand, she subconsciously shook it back. At that moment, a wonderful chemical change took place.

From that moment on, he seemed to be ignited by her.

At this time, she is a cicada, perched on a tall treetop, singing in his heart, making him restless and unable to stop.

There is a longing in his heart, wanting to see her more, it can quench his thirst, and he can calm the restlessness in his heart.

His gaze was so direct that it was so hot that Gu Yan didn't dare to look directly at her. She turned her face away slightly and asked in a low voice, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Huo Chenchen held her fingers with a little strength and said, "You are the cicada."

Gu Yuan still didn't understand: "What!"

Huo Chenchen: "Because I'm an oriole."

Gu Yuan was startled for a while, but suddenly understood, his face was flushed and his ears were dry for a while, thinking how could this person say such a thing in such a serious manner, he was about to throw off his hand immediately.

Of course Huo Chenchen didn't let her get away, but with this force, he held her wrist and pulled her closer.

A strong and irresistible masculine breath rushed towards her face, it was hot and domineering, and the slightly cold hand became irresistible at this time, firmly imprisoning her wrist, and even raised her strong arm to hold her. She is in the middle.

In front of him is the broad and strong chest of a tall man, behind him is the trunk of a red maple tree that has shed its leaves, and both sides are protected by his arms, Gu Yan finds that he has no escape.

When the cold breath of winter wrapped in the hot breath of men lingered on Gu Yan's cheeks and ears, she heard herself asking herself, do you want to escape?

No, I don't want to.

She raised her face, looking up at the man shyly but bravely.

This is a man who has a sense of distance from the first time he met him. He is aloof and aloof. Even though he knows that this is his son's father, the relationship between the two is so polite that it is almost embarrassing.

She never thought that one day she would be wrapped in his arms and look up at him from this distance and this angle.

He has a sharp and angular face, elegant and perfect jawline, clear and thin lips, slightly pursed, revealing a sharp decisiveness, he has a pair of calm and deep eyes, like a cold pool, like an abyss. At that time, this pair of eyes that would never be understood by others was looking at him intently and enthusiastically.

She remembered the oriole and cicada he had just mentioned. He said he was an oriole and she was a cicada.

She could feel his deliberate suppression and restraint, and he was enduring, so that all the muscles in his body were tense, like a fully drawn bow, which might break at any time.

His strength around her slowly tightened, and the protruding Adam's apple rolled sexyly, and then he seemed to murmur, his voice sounded like a dream in the night: "I want to kiss you, is it okay?"

Gu Yan's heart was beating violently, and his palms were sweating nervously.

She raised her face, opened her eyes wide, and tried hard to see him clearly, to see clearly what it was like for the man who was once superior to say such shameful words, but she couldn't see clearly.

He had already lowered his head slowly and got close to her, so close that the hot air from his nostrils brushed her cheeks like a fiery little brush.

Gu Yan's heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, his legs were weak, and he couldn't support him at all, so he could only lean passively on the red maple tree behind him.

Through the thick winter clothes, she felt the roughness of the tree trunks in winter, and the pressure of the strong chest caused by the man in front of her leaning forward.

Never had she felt her own powerlessness so truly.

She was indeed a cicada, a cicada struggling to death in the winter, with its wings hanging down feebly, and even breathing became difficult.

A sigh came out of his throat unconsciously, what kind of sound was that, like a longing when he was dying, when this sound came to his ears, Gu Yuan bit his lips tightly in shame.

How could she make such a sound.

However, at this moment, he suddenly lowered his head.

His lips caught hers precisely, and he used his lips to pick her teeth apart.

His movements are actually clumsy, but urgent and eager.

...

After an unknown period of time, when Gu Yan opened her eyes again, she found that the world had changed.

Something seemed to be falling gently from the sky, and landed on the red maple tree that had no maple leaves.

Her mind was blank, and her mind was in a daze.

She thought that all her emotions and all her spirit had been sucked away by him.

At this moment, something fell on her eyelids in a trance, and she felt a cool moist feeling.

Is it snow, is it snowing?

The man supported the limp girl in his arms with his arms, preventing her from slipping from the tree trunk, lowered his head and gently kissed her eyelashes with his lips, and kissed away the snowflake on it.

The snowflakes had already melted on her eyelashes, and his lips kissed the water on them, which was damp and warm.

"Am I too impulsive?" The man's low voice was hoarse and moist: "Did it scare you?"

"Fortunately..." Gu Yan turned his face away and said vaguely.

The lips he kissed wantonly seemed to be no longer his own, and Gu Yan could hardly find his voice.

His eyes were focused, he stared at her blush and alluring cheeks, and whispered: "Then do you like it?"

Gu Yan raised his eyes and looked at him.

The once distant and unattainable cold man pursed his lips, his jaw was tight, his expression was focused, his eyes were fiery, and his breathing was almost stagnant. He was staring intently at her, waiting for her answer.

It seems that the answer is very important, related to life and death.

She also saw that his slightly curly short black hair hung down on his forehead, and fine beads of sweat permeated from that forehead.

It was already snowing on such a cold day, but he was sweating.

She couldn't help pursing her lips and smiling, and looked at him with a smile: "Are you hot?"

Huo Chenchen's expression was still tense, he pursed his lips, and shook his head slightly: "It's not hot."

Gu Yan stretched out his hand from his arms, lifted it up, and touched his forehead.

He was tall, even though she was actually tall, she was still petite in front of him.

He stared at her with deep black eyes, not knowing what she was going to do, but lowered his head to bow down to her.

When he lowered his head like this, Gu Yan thought of a word, so good.

Gu Yan reached for his hair and put his hands into his hair.

Thick, soft, short black hair, wet at the roots.

She smiled and blinked: "You're sweating."

A smile appeared in Huo Jinchen's eyes, and his tense expression just now relaxed. He looked at her helplessly: "I'm nervous, okay?"

Gu Yan: "Why are you nervous?"

Huo Chenchen felt that there was a hint of naughtiness in her eyes in his arms at this time, and he was silent for a while before saying, "I'm afraid you don't like it, and I'm worried that you think it's too abrupt."

Gu Yan wondered, "Why don't I like it?"

Huo Jinchen paused slightly.

Gu Yan caught the flash of embarrassment in his eyes.

Gu Yan thought of the rumors about him, and somewhat understood in his heart.

She heard Camille say about him, and she listened to it as gossip and a story about a wealthy family. She even once said that anyone who wants to marry such a man as a widow is a fool.

But now, she was caught in it.

I didn't think about this problem before, but now that I think about it carefully, it's actually not a big deal.

When she was terminally ill at the age of eighteen, her life had deviated from the track of normal life. After sleeping for twenty-five years, she woke up and had five sons. It was impossible for her to fall in love, marry and have children like ordinary people. .

In Camille's words, what kind of man do you want if you have a son?

There is no longing, no expectation, everything is just as you like.

When love spreads its wings and lands in front of her, she goes with the flow.

It doesn't matter if you are poor or rich, it doesn't matter if you are beautiful or ugly, and it doesn't matter whether you can have a normal married life like a normal person.

As long as we are happy together, why think so much?

Gu Yan, who wanted to understand this, looked at Huo Jinchen again, and asked with a smile on purpose: "Is it because someone didn't like your kiss before that you are so unconfident?"

Huo Jinchen flatly vetoed it: "Of course not.

The voice was a little loud, and the speed of speech was so fast that Gu Yan felt that he should have been very repulsive.

Gu Yan tilted his head: "Why is that?"

Huo Jinchen frowned slightly: "I've never kissed anyone, nor held any woman's hand like I do now."

He stared at Gu Yan, with a slightly difficult tone: "You should have heard of my rumors, right?"

It was related to his privacy, Gu Yan nodded slightly, and said vaguely: "Oh, I probably know something..."

Huo Chenchen looked down at the intertwined fingers of the two.

The girl's fingers were slender and slender, and when he held them, he held the girl's fragility firmly in his palm.

Thinking of the past, his expression became distant and indifferent, and his voice became cold.

"That's my story, let me tell you."