Fang Zhicheng scratched his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel wrapped around his arm, and sighed, "Don't wear this in the future."
"I only act like this at home. Humph, I didn't expect you to be so disgusting." Ye Qingrou knew Fang Zhicheng's bad intentions. Her face turned red to her ears. She hugged her arms subconsciously to cover her chest, and then walked to the bathroom.
Fang Zhicheng smiled helplessly and reminded, "Isn't there a bathroom upstairs? It's right next to the bedroom you live in."
Ye Qingrou was slightly startled, realizing that she had done something stupid, but she was still quite fierce and muttered, "I like to use the bottom one, what do you care about me?"
Fang Zhicheng was sweating from running and was eager to take a shower before going to work. The longer Ye Qingrou stayed in the bathroom, the more irritated he became. Ye Qingrou seemed to know what Fang Zhicheng was thinking and deliberately stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
About ten minutes later, Fang Zhicheng finally couldn't bear it anymore. He knocked on the bathroom door gently and sighed, "My sister, are you done yet? I'm waiting to take a shower and then go to work!"
Ye Qingrou smiled playfully and snorted, "You can't call me sister, at least you have to call me...wife..."
"Don't be funny!" Fang Zhicheng looked up at the clock in the living room. Time was passing by. If he was late, it would be bad. He said in a deep voice, "Ye Qingrou, come out quickly. I don't have time to joke with you."
“Hua La La… The sky is raining… Hua La La… The clouds are crying… Hua La La La… Dripping into my heart…” Ye Qingrou smiled slightly, singing and humming the melody while hissinging. Suddenly she stopped and said proudly, “If you don’t shout, I will definitely not come out.”
"You are so cruel!" Fang Zhicheng had no choice but to go upstairs.
There was no bathroom upstairs, so Fang Zhicheng wiped his body with a towel. Thinking of Ye Qingrou's stubbornness, he shook his head repeatedly and thought that he must find a chance to drive Ye Qingrou away.
After leaving the bathroom, thinking that Ye Qingrou might have returned to the room, Fang Zhicheng pushed the door. The door was only half-closed. Ye Meizi was lying quietly on the bed, her soft figure half-twisted, her slender body turned sideways, with her back to the light. Her cotton pajamas were a little bit transparent, and one could vaguely see the snow-white flesh color and bright red underwear that were purer than the cloth.
If you look closely, you can see the pubic bone covered by the lace edge of the red panties, revealing fine black curly hairs, and because the fabric is very thin, you can even see the shape of a butterfly.
Fang Zhicheng couldn't help swallowing and quickly closed the door. Although he wanted to take a few more looks, his subconscious told him that he couldn't look any longer, otherwise something serious would happen.
After leaving the room, Fang Zhicheng found Ye Qingrou with her hands on her hips, staring at him with indignation on her lips. She whispered, "Why did you come out? Do you want to go back in? The bed is big. How about sleeping with me and my cousin for a while?"
“Okay, okay…” Fang Zhicheng knew that Ye Qingrou had misunderstood him. Thinking back to being blocked outside the bathroom door just now, he felt angry, so he simply gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.
"Go to hell! I didn't expect you to be such a super pervert!" Ye Qingrou raised her legs and kicked Fang Zhicheng's calf.
Fang Zhicheng rubbed his calf for a while, and when he saw that the bedroom door was closed, he said angrily: "Open the door if you dare. Now I will let you see what a pervert looks like."
Ye Qingrou climbed onto the bed, and Ye Meizi was awakened. She grabbed the quilt tightly, covering most of her white chest, and asked nervously, "What's going on?"
Ye pouted softly and snorted, "Nothing? Go back to sleep."
Ye Meizi sighed, turned over and went back to sleep.
The two of them slept until about nine o'clock. Ye Meizi washed up first, and after that she found a note on the dining table, "There's porridge in the rice cooker, and there are side dishes in the refrigerator. Just heat them up in the microwave, and they'll be ready."
Ye Meizi thought to herself that Fang Zhicheng was quite considerate and served porridge to Ye Qingrou.
Ye Qingrou stretched lazily and saw Ye Meizi heating up dishes in the kitchen. She asked in confusion, "Did Fang Zhicheng do this?"
Ye Meizi nodded and said softly, "Yes. Let's go back. If we stay here, it will cause him a lot of trouble."
Ye Qingrou snorted and said angrily, "We live here just to make him enjoy himself. Two beauties live with him. Others can't enjoy this kind of treatment."
Ye Meizi shook her head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Are you planning on not going to class again in the morning?"
Ye Qingrou sat on a chair, drinking rice porridge, tilted her head and thought for a while, sighed, and said helplessly: "Or... let's go..."
When I arrived at the municipal party secretary's office, Tong Siqing was cleaning and asked in surprise, "Today is Tuesday, why are you here?"
Fang Zhicheng put his bag on the table, took the broom from Tong Siqing, helped sweep the floor, and said with a smile, "I have something to tell the boss."
Tong Siqing nodded, took out a rag, and went into the inner room to wipe the table. He Yang walked in at this time and saw Fang Zhicheng sweeping the floor. A layer of cloud flashed across his face.
Fang Zhicheng looked up and greeted him with a smile: "Good morning!"
He Yang snorted indifferently: "Morning!"
He Yang has always been hostile to Fang Zhicheng. Fang Zhicheng is now studying part-time. He Yang subconsciously regards himself as the secretary of the municipal party secretary. Naturally, he is dissatisfied with Fang Zhicheng's inactivity. Moreover, Fang Zhicheng is very young, and the office has not publicly assigned positions. He Yang has worked with Song Wendi for a period of time, and his self-confidence has swelled. His bad nature has been revealed. He subconsciously thinks that he is the boss of the outer room. He Yang usually feels uncomfortable when he sees Tong Siqing smiling at Fang Zhicheng. He wonders why Tong Siqing is so friendly to Fang Zhicheng, who is just a young man who has been working for less than a year.
Fang Zhicheng could see He Yang's dissatisfaction. Although he didn't show it on his face, he was still very uncomfortable inside. He was thinking about giving He Yang a lesson when he had the chance.
This is how the officialdom is. If you are not ruthless enough, others will not be afraid of you and will treat you as a soft persimmon.
A good horse is often ridden, and a good person is often bullied. This is the truth.
Ten minutes later, Song Wendi entered the room. He Yang was the first to stand up and shouted with a smile, "Hello, Secretary!"
Song Wendi nodded, glanced over, saw Fang Zhicheng, smiled, and said, "Xiao Fang, why are you here today?"
Fang Zhicheng stood up and said softly, "I have something to report to you."
Song Wendi hummed and waved, "Come in and talk."
He Yang heard the door being locked, thinking that he was completely ignored by Song Wendi, and couldn't help muttering: "Why does the boss think so highly of this kid?"
Tong Siqing heard He Yang's complaints in the front row and couldn't help but frowned, reminding him: "He Yang, you should pay attention to your status. You and I are both seconded to the municipal party secretary's office. Xiao Fang is the official secretary of the municipal party secretary. Now he is studying part-time, so the organization arranged for us to assist him in his work. You should pay attention to your duties as a person."
He Yang is a few years older than Tong Siqing. He felt his ears were irritated when he heard Tong Siqing criticize him mercilessly. He sneered, "You have a good attitude." Then he said no more.
Fang Zhicheng entered the inner room and began to make tea for Song Wendi. Song Wendi took a sip and sighed, "Tong Siqing's way of making tea is exactly the same as yours, and she also uses the well water you brought, but the taste is indeed very different."