Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Winnie this sleep is very deep, until the sunset, only slowly turn awake.

She stretched out and felt much more comfortable than before.

At that moment, Channing's voice came from beside him, "Better."

Winnie froze, then nodded, "That's better."

Channing's palm was over her forehead and the temperature was normal.

He said, "Don't blow any more wind after you drink."

Winnie silent, there is no possibility that it has nothing to do with drinking and blowing wind, but last night too much

sweat it ......

Of course this is not something she could have said out loud.

Winnie sat up slowly, "Let's go out to dinner, I want to go for a walk after sleeping all day."

Channing said, "Good."

As night falls, the heat fades from the entire city and the evening breeze is cool and comfortable.

As Winnie and Channing walked down the street, she tilted her head, pulled down her mask, and took a deep

breath, "Finally it's not as hot as it was before."

Channing said, "It's fall."

"Yeah oh, I forgot about that."

But no matter what, this hot summer is considered to be over.

Not far ahead is a long night market, probably because of the cooler weather, which is bustling with people again.

Winnie pulled Channing along, and along the way, the lights were bright and the stalls on either side were filled with

new and interesting things.

Channing turned his head to look at her, "I thought you wouldn't like crowds."

Winnie said, "Who said I don't like it? In the past, it was because there were always private students and the media

following me, so it was inconvenient to go to crowded places, and I was afraid of being recognized, so I had to stop

going."

"Now what?"

"There's not much media following me now, and it's generally not easy to be recognized at night ......".

Before Winnie could say anything, someone next to her whispered and discussed, "Is that Winnie?"

Companion echoed: "A little like eh, she lives around here?"

"I don't know, why don't we go ask."

Winnie: "......"

She immediately pulled Channing and ran off at a faster pace.

It shouldn't be, she used to come here by herself at night to hang out, and not once was she ever recognized.

Winnie looked at the tall, handsome wolfdog beside her, even with a mask and hat on, and thought the problem

must be with him.

It's too attention-grabbing.

Noticing her gaze, Channing met her gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Winnie withdrew her eyes and coughed, "It's almost time to go, let's go back."

When I got home, it was still early too.

Winnie was just about to say she was going to read the script for a while when Channing said, "You promised me

last time that you would watch the movie with me."

She did forget.

Winnie sat down in the couch and turned on the TV with the remote control, "What do you want to watch."

Channing took the remote control from her and selected a foreign romance film.

This film is a classic, and there are even more ambiguous moments in it.

Winnie was watching without distraction at first, but gradually, the sound of tiny gasps on the TV, filled the entire

living room, and she couldn't sit still any longer.

She made an excuse to avert her eyes, "I'm going to get a glass of water ......"

However, Winnie had just gotten up when her wrist was yanked.

The next second, she was sitting on Channing's lap.

Winnie's eyes widened slightly, "You ......"

The rest of the unspoken words were swallowed up in full.

Channing palms her back and presses her against himself, his teeth nibbling delicately at her lower lip and sucking

gently again.

But after a few moments, Winnie felt overwhelmed, craning her neck up as his thin lips moved downward, her

fingers clenched together.

The movie behind them is still playing, and it has come to the point where the hero and heroine are forced to break

up and tear their hearts out, but ...... no one cares anymore.

Channing's voice sounded next to her ear, his breath warm and implacable as he said, "Would you make a movie

like that, sister."

"I ...... I didn't shoot it."

Winnie is still quite professional ethics, if there is a need in the work for the art of this degree of dedication, she can

shoot, but now the scale is becoming more and more stringent, even if the shot can not pass the trial, so have not

encountered such scenes ......

"What about later."

"See the director's request at ......."

She almost broke into tune.

Winnie fingertips are trembling, her hand weakly on his shoulder, breathing disorderly: "You ...... you do not bite

......"

His voice was a little slurred, "Ouch?"

"No. ......"

Winnie felt like she was going crazy, trying to get him to stop, but was completely unable to get him to do anything.

She struggled to stay awake and calm, her fingers clenched, barely speaking: "It should not be filmed, not now, and

even less in the future."

Hearing this answer, Channing seemed satisfied and finally let her go.

Winnie exhaled, feeling like she had gotten her life back, dripping with sweat.

Channing said, "How many days are left in your play performance?"

"Not for a few days, the weekend."

"Can I go visit the class."

"...... can't." Winnie was afraid he would mess up again, her body shrank a little into his arms and whispered, "I'll be

back in a few days, and you can have time for Noah, Lala and Lele."

"They don't need my company."

Winnie said without thinking, "Yes! You're their uncle, how can you not go see them all the time."

Channing asked again, "So how many days will you be back."

"A week? Five days? Or three or four days ......"

"Two days for the play, and I'll pick you up if you're not back on Monday."

Winnie: "......"

Channing took the remote control and turned off the TV and carried her back to her room.