Hot Summer Night

Sorry, due to personal reasons, this book can no longer be written. It will be published today. I'm sorry everyone. Male competition｜poor body shape｜taboo pulling｜cold people go crazy for love. During Wei Qingyu's senior year of high school, he stayed at Rong's house, and the one who heard Rong Xuan complain the most was his brother-in-law Rong Chen. It is said that his brother-in-law has a cold nature and is taciturn. He is colder than the Buddha statues enshrined in the temple and more mature than his grandfather who is over sixty years old. He is the most difficult person to get along with in the Rong family and the person most feared by the younger generations of the Rong family. Reunion on New Year's Eve, she was sitting in the corner of the sofa, glanced at him by chance, and met his eyes. The man has a strong appearance, a cold temperament, and his eyes are colder than the frost and snow in the three-nine days. Although he didn't say a word, she was terrified into silence. Later that hot summer, she and he spent a ridiculous night abroad. In the luxurious suite, the man held her head with one hand, rubbed her lips and asked her if she was afraid, and quickly pulled the belt with the other hand. At that moment she realized that although they had met several times at Rong's house, he didn't know her at all. At the Rong family's birthday party, she was sitting in the corner, opposite Rong Chen, the dignified and indifferent uncle of the Rong family. He was also the man who made her cry all night on that hot summer night a year ago. She thought to herself that he must have forgotten her long ago. At the end of the banquet, the old man of the Rong family asked her jokingly if she would like to be the granddaughter-in-law of the Rong family. When she raised her eyes and met the man's dark and sharp gaze, she was so frightened that she dropped the chopsticks in her hand to the ground. In the lobby of the villa, Rong Xuan put his arm around her shoulders, walked up to the man, smiled and called: "Uncle" She lowered her head and shouted softly: "Uncle." The man looked up at her and smiled inexplicably. In the hot and desolate attic, the man held her sweaty face and gasped in her ear: "You called me brother last year, but today you call me uncle?" As soon as she opened her mouth, she was blocked by the man forcefully. There was a knock on the door, and Rong Xuan called her outside the door: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, are you in there?" Wei Qingyu bit her lip tightly and did not dare to make a sound. The man sucked her ear, rubbed her lips with his thumb and said, "Tell him, yes." Wei Qingyu's voice trembled: "... Here." Rong Xuan: "What are you doing in there? Why did you lock the door?" The man's low and hoarse voice sounded: "I locked it." PS: The age difference is ten years, the old house is on fire, and pulling is taboo. Purpose: Don't live for anyone but yourself