Ye Meizi wore a lavender long skirt with a brown leather jacket on the outside. Her figure was not outstanding, only about 1.6 meters tall, but because her figure was well-proportioned, the long skirt made her look even more graceful and curvy. Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but stare at her, and then welcomed Ye Meizi in.
Ye Meizi secretly looked at the furnishings in the villa and found that the decoration was unique. She couldn't help but look at Fang Zhicheng differently. She originally thought that he was an ordinary young man, but she didn't expect that he had such a villa. Her mind inevitably changed. What she was most afraid of was that there was a difference in social status between the two of them. Now it seems that Fang Zhicheng is not penniless, so there is still some hope.
Seeing that Ye Meizi's hair was still wet, Fang Zhicheng thought that she must have just finished taking a shower and rushed here. He sighed softly, "Ye Qingrou is in the room upstairs. She is desperate to come back with me. You came at the right time. Take her back quickly."
Fang Zhicheng felt that Ye Meizi was like a divine soldier sent from heaven to help him save people from suffering. Although Fang Zhicheng could hold Ye Qingrou, he was also troubled by the evil spirit on her body. Who would want to carry a trouble around? If Ye Meizi could take Ye Qingrou away, it would be the best thing.
Ye Meizi shook her head, showing a sweet and regretful smile, and said: "I know my cousin's character very well. She will not change her mind, so don't think you can drive her away. I will stay with her for a few days..."
Fang Zhicheng sighed, tilted his head, and smiled bitterly: "I thought you were joking at first, but I didn't expect you to really live here. But I'm only staying here temporarily. The house belongs to one of my sisters. You can stay here tonight, but without her permission, it will be inconvenient for you to live here permanently. After all, I'm not the owner of this place."
Ye Meizi couldn't help laughing out loud. She originally suspected that Fang Zhicheng had deceived Ye Qingrou, but now she saw that he was only thinking of using every possible means to quickly get Ye Qingrou out of the house. She felt relieved and at the same time felt sympathy for Fang Zhicheng.
"I'll try to persuade her later..." Ye Meizi pursed her lips and pondered for a moment. She tapped her rosy lips with her fingertips a few times, sighed, and said slowly, "Are you really not interested in her?"
Fang Zhicheng raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand and said with a wry smile: "I swear, I have no illicit relationship with Ye Qingrou. I feel the same as you, why this little girl suddenly pestered me so much."
Ye Meizi shook her head helplessly and said softly: "She is actually a girl with a strong sense of loneliness. No one can easily get into her heart... You... should spend more time with her when you are free."
Ye Meizi went upstairs and knocked on Ye Qingrou's door. Ye Qingrou thought it was Fang Zhicheng, but when she saw it was Ye Meizi, her expression turned from happy to dull. She sat on the bed and sighed, "Are you ordered to supervise me?"
Ye Qingrou smiled bitterly and said, "I came here to accompany you. You are only nineteen years old. It is so dangerous to go home with a strange man!"
"It's none of your business..." Ye Qingrou said something that she herself felt was quite childish.
Ye Meizi moved lightly to Ye Qingrou's side and sighed, "Xiaorou, I understand your feelings, but he is your father after all..."
There was a hint of coldness in Ye Qingrou's eyes, and she whispered, "Because he is my father, I have endured for so many years. I didn't expect that he still wanted to send me abroad so much." After she finished speaking, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like a spring.
Ye Meizi couldn't help but hug Ye Qingrou in her arms and gently advised: "We live in an unusual family. Whether it is love or marriage, we can't achieve true freedom, so we must learn to accept it."
Ye Qingrou shook her head and said stubbornly: "You can do it, but it doesn't mean I can do it or will do it."
Ye Meizi reached out and wiped away the tears from her eyes, and said with pity: "Why are you so stupid and stubborn? Besides, I can see that Fang Zhicheng doesn't seem to like you."
Ye Qingrou gritted her teeth and said firmly: "It is precisely because he doesn't like me that I insist. Happiness will not always fall from the sky. You need to reach out and hold it tightly to get it."
Ye Meizi was slightly startled, with a helpless look on her face, and she seemed to be talking to herself: "In fact, in some aspects, you think more thoroughly than I do..."
There was a gleam of light in Ye Qingrou's eyes, and she whispered, "I don't want to be a canary in a cage."
The two sisters lived in the same room and talked about many things. Ye Meizi shared many stories hidden in her heart with Ye Qingrou, such as a senior whom she had a crush on in college and her dissatisfaction with Lin He, but she had to compromise because of her father's orders. Ye Qingrou told her many naughty stories, including how she met Fang Zhicheng in a bar and how Fang Zhicheng saw through her conspiracy in her own home and trapped her.
Ye Meizi gradually began to understand why Ye Qingrou was so persistent in liking Fang Zhicheng, because this man did have a special charm. He looked cunning and flexible, but deep down he had a sense of emptiness that was inconsistent with society.
Some of Fang Zhicheng's qualities would be difficult to be accepted by others if they were displayed openly, but he preserved them well and integrated them into the process of dealing with people and things.
To give a simple example, if it were another person, he would not refuse Ye Qingrou, a girl with a good family background and sweet looks. But Fang Zhicheng remained very restrained and rational, and rejected all the temptations of Ye Qingrou.
Ye Meizi felt a little curious about Fang Zhicheng, and curiosity is the first step for a woman to fall into the whirlpool of love.
Fang Zhicheng's heart was not as peaceful as he had imagined. Two young, pretty women lived upstairs. As a normal man, it was inevitable that he would be distracted and irritable.
Fang Zhicheng tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. He pushed open the door, walked down the stairs to the corridor, glanced at the dim light coming through the crack in the door, and heard faint conversations. He cursed in a low voice, "What do these two women have to talk about? Why aren't they sleeping yet?"
Rolling back onto the bed, Fang Zhicheng began to fiddle with his phone, opening the photo album and flipping through the edited albums. Fang Zhicheng had a quirk, he liked to secretly take photos of the beauties around him, capturing that unintentional moment. Because of the poor pixel, the photos were a little distorted. He flipped through them for a while and clicked on the picture of Qin Yuming lifting up her skirt in the fountain. He couldn't help but enlarge the photo, making her face fill the entire screen, with a smile on her lips.
Qin Yuming is undoubtedly his favorite. Even though she has been married and had a man, so what? It will not affect his feelings for Qin Yuming at all. However, it seems difficult for Qin Yuming to get over that failed marriage.
There is still a lack of the final sprint between him and Qin Yuming. Although his body has pierced through that layer of membrane, there is still that last thorn in his heart. If he picks that thorn, he will be able to truly win Qin Yuming's heart.
Every time Fang Zhicheng thought of Qin Yuming, he felt mixed emotions. Cheng Bin, that bastard, always appeared before his eyes. He knew that neither he nor Qin Yuming had left Cheng Bin's shadow. He needed to protect Qin Yuming because it was the best protection for his first love in adolescence. Strictly speaking, Qin Yuming was his first love.
Unconsciously, he came across a picture of Zhao Qingya, which Fang Zhicheng took carelessly when she was having breakfast. Although she was not as pretty as Qin Yuming, her inner qualities made her a woman with a strong aura. Zhao Qingya was a goddess who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. If you only looked at her appearance, who could imagine that she was a chivalrous woman with a super high martial arts index
On the surface, he and Zhao Qingya were siblings, but the degree of ambiguity between them was probably even more unacceptable to the world than that between him and Qin Yuming. Because apart from the fact that they did not have that kind of relationship, Fang Zhicheng was like a gigolo, being kept by Zhao Qingya, living in her villa, driving the car she gave him, and unknowingly living the life of being kept by a goddess. This kind of happiness was beyond the reach of countless men.
Men also have vanity, and Fang Zhicheng is no exception. He likes the way Zhao Qingya "pampers" him, although he vaguely knows that the reason why Zhao Qingya looks at him differently is because of another man. Because of the man who only glanced at the photo, there is an insurmountable mountain between Fang Zhicheng and Zhao Qingya.
With a sigh, Fang Zhicheng continued to pull the album, revealing Lu Wanyu's youthful and pure face. In college, every man would dream of having a school beauty as a girlfriend, but unfortunately Fang Zhicheng's family was very ordinary, and he had no chance to compete with others in college, so he could only keep his dream of a joke in his heart. The key to helping Lu Wanyu in various ways was still Fang Zhicheng's love for the school beauty.
Fang Zhicheng threw his phone aside. He couldn't help but start to worry that he was too fickle. Not only Lu Wanyu, but also Xie Yuxin and even Tong Siqing, he would have a man's instinctive impulse.
There is a saying that goes, men will have sexual fantasies 70% of the time in a 24-hour day, while women will have less, but still around 50%.
Because of busy work and too much pressure, for Fang Zhicheng, 70% is a bit too exaggerated, but 30% or 40% is still possible.
Fang Zhicheng often envied those men who boasted about their luck in love. After thinking about it, he found that the reason why he did not have so many romantic encounters was that he was too timid.
For example, with Zhao Qingya, if he had been a little braver, if he had rushed in when Zhao Qingya was changing clothes on the day they first met, perhaps that membrane would have been broken long ago.
That night, Fang Zhicheng was in constant anxiety, with the figures of those women constantly flashing in his mind. He didn't know what time it was in the early morning before he fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 0123: Hidden Undercurrents in the Office
Early in the morning, after Fang Zhicheng came back from running, Ye Qingrou came down from upstairs wearing shorts, rubbing her eyes. The loose hem of her T-shirt mostly covered her shorts, revealing her smooth and slender long legs. From Fang Zhicheng's perspective, looking up the stairs, he only felt that everything was hazy in his sight. It seemed that she was not wearing anything under the loose T-shirt, so her buds were shyly sticking out. It could be vaguely seen that her shape was not very big, like a green peach, standing upright in an odd shape, making people want to reach out and lift the hem of her T-shirt to take a closer look.
"What are you looking at!" Ye Qingrou glared at Fang Zhicheng sensitively, then looked down at her chest. She thought that the T-shirt was not light-transparent, and the bulge that was slightly exposed through the clothes was not very obvious. She just didn't know that for a man, associations would be even more terrifying.