I Struggled To Survive In the Girl Group

Wen Ling always felt that gaining is the beginning of losing.

Especially something that is full of variables like feelings, is illusory, unbelievable and dependable.

Her parents are a good example.

Parents who are related by blood are still like this, not to mention lovers in this fast food era.

Only money is something that can really be held in her hands and give her a sense of security.

So Wen Ling set a goal for himself - before the age of 30, save 10 million, and then live according to his own wishes.

She doesn't have high material desires, and with this money, how can she live her life in peace and stability.

But what Wen Ling didn't expect was that things went much smoother than she imagined. Just half a year after forming a group, her goal has been achieved, and there is even a faint trend of doubling it.

But money is a thing, of course, the more the better. In this way, when the girl group disbands, she no longer has to go to the company to work. She is not used to such busy days, she needs to rest.

Besides money, another aspect of this job that made her feel that it was worthwhile was the inexplicable ambiguous relationship with Yi Zhuo.

Yi Zhuo is a very good teammate and a very good bed partner. She will put on a coat for her in winter and hold an umbrella for her in rainy days; she will give her medicine and take good care of her when she is sick, and she can play various tricks with her when she is bored, while satisfying psychological and psychological needs. physiological needs.

Wen Ling sometimes wondered if Yi Zhuo had any special feelings for herself. If so, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she had to keep a distance from each other in time.

But every time she tried to speak, she ended in failure.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

The door was gently knocked twice and then pushed open, and a familiar voice floated in.

Wen Ling regained his senses and saw Yi Zhuo striding in, holding a stack of insulated lunch boxes in his hand.

Inexplicably, she felt guilty for a while, sat up against the head of the bed, wrapped the fleece blanket tightly around her, and looked up, "It's nothing, I'm a little tired."

Her cheeks and lips were bloodless, and she did look a little weak.

Yi Zhuo frowned and sat down beside the bed.

She took Wen Ling's hand and put it in her palm, then sighed, "I went out to buy a meal, but you stole ice cream again?"

Wen Ling was very calm: "I didn't."

Yi Zhuo grinded his back molars, "What's the matter with the empty ice cream box in the trash can under the coffee table in the living room?"

Wen Ling: ...

Yi Zhuo: "Don't say it was An Qing's food, she and Yu Tingbai didn't know where to go, and they never came back."

Wen Ling blinked and looked at her suspiciously: "Why are you looking at the trash can?"

At this time, they were in the suite of a five-star hotel in F City, and the national tour concert was about to start.

The reason she threw the empty box into the trash can in the living room was that she thought Yi Zhuo wouldn't notice it, but she was discovered anyway.

"Don't I know you yet?" Yi Zhuo looked down at her, holding her fingers hard, "so why do you have to eat ice cream with an upset stomach?"

Wen Ling looked at her and smiled, "I want to eat."

Dissatisfied, Yi Zhuo leaned over and bit her lips as punishment.

Then she turned around, opened the insulated lunch boxes one by one, and placed them on the bedside table next to them.

"You still have to cherish your body." Yi Zhuo whispered and put a pair of chopsticks in her hand, "It's easy to digest, eat a little less."

Why should you cherish your body? Wen Ling couldn't understand.

It's not that she is tired of the world and wants to die, just that it doesn't matter.

To live thirty years or fifty years, for her, there is no big difference.

Looking at Yi Zhuo's focused look, she almost blurted out something in her heart.

Why are you being so nice to me?

She wanted to ask, but she couldn't ask.

"Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and eat."

A spoonful of soup was brought to his mouth, and Wen Ling subconsciously opened his mouth to eat it.

The fragrance is light and not greasy at all, which suits her very well.

Wen Ling smiled, "It tastes good."

Forget it, talk about it later.

Yi Zhuo never confessed to her, not even a word of liking. If she took the initiative to ask, it would be too self-indulgent.

"It's delicious." Yi Zhuo's expression softened a lot, and he emphasized again, "You can't steal it again in the future... Forget it."

She sighed lightly and smiled helplessly, "It's not enough to rely on self-consciousness, let me look at you."

Yi Zhuo did what she said and stayed in her room that night without leaving.

To be precise, she has become a frequent visitor here since I don't know when.

Except when the two places are separated, Yi Zhuo will come every night. Sometimes go to bed, sometimes it's just a simple chat.

Yi Zhuo turned off the light, got into the quilt, hugged the person beside him skillfully, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Wen Ling responded, put her fingers on her arm, and put her face on her neck.

Yi Zhuo's heart softened, and she lowered her head and kissed her forehead lightly, "After the rehearsal tomorrow, if you don't feel uncomfortable, I'll take you out for a ride, but the weather forecast says it's raining, so we won't be outdoors..."

"Yi Zhuo." Wen Ling said suddenly, interrupting her, "I'm going home tomorrow."

Her tone was very light, but Yi Zhuo still heard a hint of solemnity.

Yi Zhuo was taken aback: "Go home? Is your home here?"

She has known Wen Ling for so long, and the other party has never mentioned anything about her family. She only thought that Wen Ling had a bad relationship with her family, and she never asked much.

Wen Ling said, "Well, it's not far from this hotel."

Yi Zhuo took a breath and asked tentatively, "I'll take you there?"

As expected, Wen Ling rejected her.

"No, I'll go by myself."

Yi Zhuo looked at her stubborn appearance and felt inexplicably distressed. She wrapped the people in her arms tightly and replied in a low voice, "Okay, then you can call me if you have anything."

Although Wen Ling said that she did not need to follow her, the next day, Yi Zhuo insisted on asking for the address and drove the car to a nearby parking lot to wait for someone.

The weather forecast was very accurate. Not long after she stopped, it started to rain outside the window.

Raindrops hit the glass, making a crackling sound, forming trickles on the windows. The scene outside the window gradually blurred. Yi Zhuo looked away, turned on the music, and listened to the song while leaning on the seat.

Just when she thought Wen Ling wouldn't look for her again, the phone rang.

Yi Zhuo answered in seconds: "Hello, captain?"

The other end of the phone was so quiet that you could even hear your breathing.

Yi Zhuo was worried for a while, "What's the matter, are you alright?"

After a while, she finally got a reply.

"Yi Zhuo, I miss you, come pick me up."

***

When Yi Zhuo met Wen Ling again, she was standing at the intersection with a black umbrella.

The heavy rain poured down, and large water droplets rolled down along the umbrella surface, forming fine rain lines.

Wen Ling's coat and hair were soaked with a lot of rain, and her face was pale, looking fragile and embarrassed.

The door opened and closed, and Wen Ling sat on the co-pilot.

She threw the wet umbrella under her feet, leaned her head back on the seat, and let out a tired sigh.

Yi Zhuo pursed her lips, leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt, and took out a tissue to help her wipe the water marks on her hair. She asked, "Didn't I ask you to wait for me at the door? What are you doing running so far in such a heavy rain?"

Wen Ling took a breath and suddenly reached out to hold her wrist.

"I want to see you soon," she said.

Yi Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

It's not that she doesn't believe it, Wen Ling has too many previous records. When you encounter a question that you don't want to answer, you either just talk nonsense in your head, or choose an answer with a small number of words.

Just like now, Wen Ling would not explain to her what unpleasant things happened at home, so she just said soft words to dismiss her.

"You perfunctory me again." Yi Zhuo reached out and touched Wen Ling's forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

She started the car, "Go back to the hotel first, take a hot shower, and then have something to eat."

It was very warm in the bathroom. Wen Ling took off his clothes one by one, and was about to turn on the shower, but he put his hands back.

She walked to the door of the bathroom and said, "Will we wash together?"

Across the door, Yi Zhuo didn't hear what she said, but he came over quickly, "What's the matter, captain?"

Wen Ling simply pushed the door open a crack, "I said, do you want to wash together?"

Delicate snow-like skin emerged from the crack of the door, and Yi Zhuo took a breath uncontrollably.

She said, "Captain, you should rest today..."

Before she could finish speaking, she had already been pulled in.

In line with the principle of taking care of the patient, Yi Zhuo tried to control herself and did nothing but helped her take a bath as calmly as possible.

However, the patient was not honest, she insisted on being polite, and taking advantage of the opportunity to apply the shower gel, she almost made her legs soft. With his last reason, Yi Zhuo took off the disobedient hand and whispered: "If you are sick, take a good rest. Don't think about these things."

Wen Ling paused, then suddenly picked up Yi Zhuo's hand and placed it on his chest.

"Doctor, I'm fine."

She stared at those long and narrow eyes and raised the corners of her mouth frivolously, "If you don't believe me, why don't you help me check my body?"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Zhuo kissed him.

Wen Ling hooked her neck and responded enthusiastically to her. The lips and teeth were intimately entangled, the breath blended, and the porcelain-white skin gradually became a light pink.

At a certain interval, his feet suddenly became empty, Yi Zhuo picked her up horizontally, walked out of the bathroom in three steps, and carefully placed her on the bed.

Wen Ling's eyes darkened, she held her shoulders and pressed him down.

She held Yi Zhuo's thin waistline down slowly, kissing every inch of her skin little by little.

Yi Zhuo bowed her body and tightened her fingers, acquiescing to her aggression.

The disobedient patient struggled for more than an hour before he chose to follow the doctor's orders and stopped reluctantly.

Yi Zhuo let out a long sigh and reached out to fetch the man.

Wen Ling leaned over, pushed back the wet hair sticking to her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Actually, what I said is true."

Yi Zhuo was still immersed in the afterglow just now, and didn't hear her clearly, "Well, what?"

"It's nothing." Wen Ling smiled and rubbed her thigh, bringing a sticky touch.

Then she let out a light breath in the other's ear, her thin lips parted slightly, "Doctor, I'm hungry."

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