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                                第320章
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵回到世纪名城,刚走出电梯,就看到倚在门口高大英俊的男人,她脚步一顿。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈抬眸朝她看过来,神情透着不耐烦。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “你怎么才回来?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵慢吞吞走过去,也不理会他找茬,按了指纹解锁,“滴”一声门开启,她推门就要进去。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈跟在她身后,进了门将她往墙上一推,高大健硕的身体严丝合缝地压了上去。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵手里的矿泉水瓶子掉在了地上,鼻端尽是男人侵略性极强的雄性荷尔蒙气息。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                她双手抵着他胸口,警惕地瞪着他,“你干什么?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                玄关处的灯亮起来,灯光洒落在她眼里,她眼中的防备刺痛了盛君烈的眼睛,曾几何时,他们之间的相处已经这么糟糕了?
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “叶灵,你闹够了没有?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵推着他,想让他离自己远一点,盛君烈感觉到她的抗拒,故意恶劣地松了撑着墙的力道,整个上半身都压在她身上。
                                
                                        
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                那一瞬间,叶灵感觉泰山压顶也不过如此。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                她呼吸都困难了。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                是真的困难!
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                她艰难地把脸从他胸膛处挪开,才有新鲜空气灌入肺腑,她怒道:“你......起开,我快不能呼吸了。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈将近一米九的身高,再加上他平时常去健身房锻炼,衬衫下八块肌肉肌理壁垒分明。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                他压在叶灵身上,将她肺腑里的氧气都挤没了,他垂眸盯着她脸颊因缺氧而涨得通红,他又恶劣地压了一下,这才站直身体。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “我饿了,你去做饭。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                男人弯腰打开鞋柜,拿了拖鞋出来换上,就那么大喇喇走进去了,丝毫没给叶灵反应的时间。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵背还靠在墙上,偏头看着男人修长挺拔的背影,狠狠磨了磨牙。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                仗着身高优势欺负她,算什么好汉?
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵换了拖鞋进去,就见某人支着大长腿靠躺在沙发上,那模样说不出的惬意。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                她心说别看盛君烈在外面人模狗样的,回了家和大部分男人没什么区别,葛优瘫什么的,他比谁都会。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “你不是去公园里吃自热米饭了吗,怎么,还没吃饱啊?”叶灵冷嘲热讽地说,压根没察觉自己语气里酸气四溢。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈无聊地玩着扫雷,抬眸去看她时,手指就点了个雷,看见屏幕上炸成了烟花。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                他故意耸了耸鼻尖,“家里醋坛子打翻了么,我怎么闻到一股酸味?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                酸你妹!
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵转身往厨房走去,她给自己热了一包中药,叼在嘴里喝着,苦涩的药味在舌尖弥漫,她苦得直皱眉。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                中药这东西,真是苦得要人命!
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                她从冰箱里翻出上次叶母送来的饺子,丢进煮开的水里,看着白白胖胖的饺子在锅里翻滚。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                厨房外,时不时传来踩雷的声音。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵抿紧了唇。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                她就该把某人这幼稚的模样拍下来发到公司内网上去,让大家都好好看看,平时走禁慾高冷的霸道总裁路线的男人,在家里到底是个什么小学鸡模样。

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