Chapter 15: Bastard 15

He Weiming regretted giving Chang Manjing such a dress, because she wore a good-looking dress, which would attract many mad bees and butterflies.
No, maybe it's not the skirt. She is the same no matter what she wears. Those who are attracted to her will still be attracted to her.
Putting down the cup in his hand, He Weiming looked at Chang Manjing, who was chatting with others happily beside him, with a gloomy look in his eyes. They are now on the lively big beach on Tosai Island. After nightfall, the place becomes lively, and men and women who come and go are looking for their glamorous targets in the crowd.
After eating, Chang Manjing said that he wanted to come to the big beach to have a look. He Weiming rejected her proposal to let him rest in the villa alone, and insisted on coming with her.
When they came here, He Weiming saw the eyes of several men starting to turn around Chang Manjing, and one of them saw Chang Manjing sitting on the wine seat of the open-air bar and walked over with a glass of wine. Strike up a conversation.
The man looks good, with blond hair and green eyes, a deep silhouette, full of the steady charm of a mature man. He is a familiar customer with a long history of flowers. He has a smile on his face from beginning to end, polite and gentleman and Chang Manjing to chat with.
Chang Manjing didn't have any smile on her face, but she didn't mean to refuse the man's chat. When the other person said a few words, she would also talk to each other. Under the ambiguous lights in the night, both of them were holding wine, one in a blue dress , A man wearing a blue casual shirt, talking so slowly, there is an inexplicable harmony.
But this kind of harmony can be seen next to He Weiming's chest. Even if the man is not close to Chang Manjing, the conversation between the two is not excessive, he still feels anxious beyond his control. This man is not He Xianyang. Since Chang Manjing is willing to talk to him, she shouldn't hate him.
Having lived in that circle for a few years, He Weiming clearly knows that many people in the circle are not satisfied with marriage. Without exception, these people will privately look for someone who suits their wishes to be lovers. He Xianyang and Chang Manjing have a different relationship. Okay, so, will Chang Manjing look for lovers like those people? Or, she came here just to find a lover?
Otherwise, why would she refuse him to follow when she said she was coming here?
He Weiming's uncontrollable thoughts writhed. Since two years ago, he discovered that his feelings for Chang Manjing are strange. For his nominal adoptive mother, there is no trace of the so-called mother-child affection in his heart. When she looks at it with a smile When he was, when he held his hand to teach him, when he cared about him and praised him, there was only one thing he could think of.
Press her under her body and violate her.
This kind of thinking became more and more ingrained as he grew up, and some unspeakable thought would be moved around every time he saw Chang Manjing. But he didn't know if Chang Manjing could accept this deformed relationship, so he remained silent and firmly suppressed the desire in his body.
After he realized his feelings, he paid close attention to everything about Chang Manjing, so he knew that Chang Manjing was not close to He Xianyang, and there was no other lover. All of this made He Weiming feel safe and relaxed. But now, that kind of A sense of urgent crisis reappeared in his heart.
He Xianyang is Chang Manjing's husband, but in He Xianyang's heart, he knows that Chang Manjing doesn't like him, so what does Chang Manjing like? Like the man in front of him who strikes up with her, looks mature and handsome? If Chang Manjing didn't have anyone else before, because she didn't meet anyone who could be eye-catching, then what now?
If she fell in love with someone here, what could he...what? Let her be with an unknown strange man?
He Weiming's eyes became more dangerous when he thought about it this way. He gripped the cup in his hand tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand raised slightly.
When Witte was talking with the beautiful lady in front of him, he caught a glimpse of the tall young man beside the lady from the corner of his eyes. The young man’s eyes looked terrifying like the wild wolf he encountered during his expedition in C State a few years ago. He has a strong sense of existence. It was terrible, even if he sat here and stared for a while, he felt a little hairy behind his back.
Oh, a terrible little wolf dog. Witte sighed secretly in his heart, and put his eyes on the lady in front of him. It was obvious that the boy with terrifying eyes next to him was very protective of food. If he wants to pluck this beautiful fruit, he must be prepared for revenge. ready. But he is here to relax, and he doesn't want to fight for beauty.
What's more, the lady in front of him is obviously not interesting to him. After talking for so long, every time he wants to lead the topic in some ambiguous direction, the other party will turn back very skillfully, drip-proof, without letting him take advantage, or The meaning of giving him a chance.
Veteran wandering through the flowers clearly noticed that the other party didn’t have that thought. What's more, there was a juvenile staring at him next to him. It would be useless to talk any more. It was a waste of time, so he could only give up and find another person to spend it with. This lonely night has been.
It's a pity that the lady in front of me suits his taste very well. Witte thought regretfully, ending the topic, and then the gentleman's He Chang Manjing gestured, got up and left there.
Witte returned to his previous position. There were two ladies sitting there. One of them was Witte’s younger sister, Giles, who was the same blond as him, and his cousin, Hill, who had brown hair.
Seeing her brother return without success, Jelise teased: "Brother Witte, who is so charming, has missed this time?"
Witte shrugged, "Yes, that lady doesn't like a handsome man like me." After speaking, he looked at another brown-haired girl who had been drinking, and smiled ill-intentionally, "Hill, beside that lady My boy, it looks like your food, how about it, why not try it?"
Hill flirted with his wavy brown hair and red lips, "Asian people look a lot younger than their actual age, and the boy looks like a minor."
"Oh my God." Witte pretended to be surprised, "Hill, when do you care if the other person is a minor? As far as I know, you were intimate with a fourteen-year-old for a few days last week."
Hill glanced at him and spoke with contempt, "Witt, the who slept with the little girl at the age of thirteen, has a standpoint about me?" Turning the glass, Hill glanced in the direction of the boy, and then Sighed: "I really wanted to try it. I like the scar on the boy's brow. It looks cool, and his temperament also makes him have an urge to watch him go crazy...Unfortunately, the boy's eyes Here, there is only the lady next to him."
Jielisi also looked over there, and looked at the brothers and sisters on both sides puzzled, "Really? Why can't I see? The two people over there are in a relationship?"
Hill stretched out a finger painted with black nail polish and shook it with a mysterious smile: "It's not a couple, it's easy to see it, but I can see the ambiguity between them. Look, no matter what the boy is doing, his eyes are looking at the lady, and he is much gentler and more relaxed than when he looks at other people. This shows that the boy loves each other very much."
"And have you noticed that his eyes will occasionally fall on the lady's ears, near the neck, and the direction and position he sits. There is a faint feeling of wanting to surround the lady. The lady has a deep possessive desire, and is very eager to have further communication with her. Tsk, it seems to be a little bit cruel." Anyway, the distance is so far away that the other party can't hear him, so Hill said very casually.
After listening to Hill’s words, Jelise looked over again, and she could faintly notice some strange feelings. She looked at her sister in awe,
Sister Hill, you’re so amazing. You can see that. You deserve to be with your brother. The same prodigal son!"
Hill was amused by his cousin’s admiration, and simply went on to explain,
I guess the relationship between the boy and the lady must be different. The boy is suppressing himself. Looking at him, he rarely makes eye contact with the lady, probably He is afraid of being seen, and he often looks at the lady's hand. This represents two possibilities. One is that he has a special affection for that lady's hand, and the other is that he has any concerns and needs to be suppressed. I can't completely suppress myself, so I can only focus my eyes on the most special hand in body language."
"When a man likes a woman, why should he exercise restraint and tolerance?" Hill tapped on the armrest of the sofa. "Of course it is because he is not sure of the other person's ideas, afraid of being rejected, or because of differences in identity."
Jielisi asked curiously, "What about that lady? Does she like teenagers? I don't think she can tell... She doesn't go to see the teenager often, it seems she doesn't notice anything..."
Hill laughed again. She shook her head and said, "It's like dancing tango. When you get close, the breath comes from the other person. The heartbeat and pace are heavy and fast. When you separate, it seems that if you let go, you will leave immediately. , Closing and releasing are the temptations between two people. That's right, it's the kind of temptation that is looming and leaving. This is the most charming moment in a relationship."
Hill sighed, "In a dance music, the dominant and subordinate parties have the same feelings, but this kind of subordination is not always the case. After all, no one knows who loves more and who loves less. Because this is something that words can't express, even the eyes can't tell...Jelise, do you think that lady doesn't like that boy?"
"Well, I'm not sure." Jielisi replied somewhat confused.
Hill: "But in my opinion, that lady is testing her knight, or guiding patiently..."
Hill suddenly paused when she said this, because she saw the protagonist in her words suddenly look over here, the elegant lady smiled and raised a toast to her. Hill also raised his glasses, and then the two of them crossed their eyes.
Putting down the wine glass, Hill no longer went to see the young man over there. Instead, he spread his hand and said, "Well, Jelise, I can be sure that it is not only the young man who has exclusive desires, the elegant and calm lady, also does not Allow others to covet her possessions."
Although some of the men and women who are hunting for beauty here can see clearly, there are more people whose eyes are not so sharp, so when Chang Manjing withdrew his eyes, another man came to strike up a conversation.
It seems that an elite man with a successful career has the same Asian face. This man also has great conversation skills. He cleverly amused Chang Manjing and talked about something that interests her.
"Is there a small deserted island near this island?" Chang Manjing asked following his words.
The man with a hearty smile nodded, "The last time I took a steamboat out to play, I drove it for about two hours. It was in the southwest. The small island is not big. It measures two to three hundred square meters. There are only a few trees on the island. And the reef, nothing else, the beach was pretty good, I had a comfortable nap there. But there was nobody disturbing it, it was quiet, if you are interested, I can show you."
"Perhaps you can leave me a number." Chang Manjing said.
The man's eyes lit up and he left the number with pleasure.
The opposite of that man's expression is He Weiming, his expression turning his head suddenly is cold and heavy.
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After sitting at the big beach for more than three hours, there were no fewer than ten people who came to talk to Chang Manjing, and some came to invite He Weiming to drink. He Weiming didn't drink much, and sat there blankly. Chang Manjing drank a lot. After the two returned to the villa, He Weiming, who was silent for a night, helped him back to the room and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of water.
Chang Manjing still had a bit of consciousness. She drank half a glass of water and lay back, but not only did she not feel sober afterwards, she felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. The last thing she saw was He Weiming standing in front of the bed with a water glass.
He was carrying the light, unable to see his expression.