"Zhicheng, put your hands down, let's have a good talk." Zhao Qingya stretched out her delicate hand and tried hard to twist Fang Zhicheng's wrist, her chest clenched with excitement. Seeing that Fang Zhicheng refused to cooperate, she moved her delicate body to the door, leaned back, put her hands against the door edge, twisted her delicate body, and tried to use the force to push Fang Zhicheng away.
Fang Zhicheng was extremely excited, his mouth and nose were filled with the aroma of shower gel. When he came into contact with Zhao Qingya's soft body, a tingling sensation flowed through his brain, and the pleasant feeling was like an electric shock, making him forget everything.
"Ah..." Fang Zhicheng woke up from his excitement. He suddenly howled in pain as if his fingers were torn apart. Then his legs softened, his center of gravity tilted forward, and he flipped forward, drawing a beautiful arc, and fell heavily on the wooden floor.
"Oh, my slender waist!" Fang Zhicheng rubbed his spine, unable to move for a long time. He stared dejectedly at the chandelier on the ceiling, gasped, and wondered how he could be so stupid. Didn't he remember that Zhao Qingya was a martial artist? How could he get close to her with his mediocre kung fu
Seeing Fang Zhicheng's frustrated look, Zhao Qingya laughed triumphantly, then sat down on Fang Zhicheng's chest, almost extinguishing the breath he had finally taken.
"Now you know how powerful I am, you little brat!" Zhao Qingya stretched out her right thumb and index finger, pinched Fang Zhicheng's left cheek fiercely, and said angrily, "You are quite courageous. Don't you know that you can't touch a woman's waist casually?"
Fang Zhicheng said angrily: "Now I know that a woman's waist is like a tiger's buttocks, you can't touch it!"
Zhao Qingya laughed and scolded angrily: "You are so rude. How can you make such a vulgar analogy?"
Fang Zhicheng found that resistance was useless, so he simply spread his hands, and his whole body turned into the character "太". He sighed helplessly: "Sister Ya, how long are you going to sit here?"
Zhao Qingya held her chin up and said cutely, "The human flesh cushion is quite comfortable. When I get tired of sitting on it, I will naturally forgive you."
"You're not going to fart, are you?" Fang Zhicheng suddenly asked, "At such a close distance, if you fart, I'll be sick from the smoke."
"Can you speak human language?" Zhao Qingya's face flushed, and she threatened in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to be so mean. I was planning to spare you, but now it seems that I have to torture you again."
Zhao Qingya had a slender figure and weighed about 100 kilograms. Sitting on Fang Zhicheng like this, he actually didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he felt his chest was warm and soft.
Fang Zhicheng looked down at Zhao Qingya's body. During the struggle between the two, a button had broken off, so a large area of snow-white skin could be seen. Zhao Qingya also realized that something was wrong. She subconsciously pinched the gap with her hand and said angrily, "What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll gouge out your eyes."
Fang Zhicheng smiled proudly and said, "As long as Sister Ya is willing, you can take out my heart."
Zhao Qingya sneered and said, "I thought you were quite honest, but now it seems that you are no different from ordinary men, you are all the same kind of people."
Fang Zhicheng pretended to be stupid and asked curiously, "Can ordinary men be as good as me? I'd rather be your meat cushion."
Zhao Qingya blushed, and said with a sneer, "You really know how to flatter yourself. You are clearly a useless guy. You can't beat a woman. You have no shame!"
"Do you really think I can't beat you?" Fang Zhicheng asked mysteriously.
"It's an obvious thing." Zhao Qingya waved her pink fist, frowned her pretty eyebrows, and said proudly.
"Then don't blame me for using the strategy of cutting off the source of the fire!" Fang Zhicheng said as he suddenly arched his chest and used the force to throw Zhao Qingya high up into the air. Then he protected his chest and turned his right palm upwards.
The two of them had been talking nonsense. Zhao Qingya obviously had not expected Fang Zhicheng's sneak attack, and she was unable to react in time to the strange action. She felt a strange tingling and numbness under her body. She screamed and jumped to the side, her beautiful eyes wide open, biting her red lips, and her face showed shame, annoyance, anger, disdain, contempt, hatred and many other emotions. She looked at Fang Zhicheng coldly.
Fang Zhicheng turned over like a well-behaved cat, propped up his chin with his left hand, patted his leg with his right hand, and said proudly: "Sister Ya, how about my move just now?"
"Bitch!" Zhao Qingya commented shamelessly.
Fang Zhicheng rolled over and sat up straight, crossed his legs, scratched his head, and explained with a harmless expression, "If we don't use such a cheap trick, how can the serfs turn over and become masters?"
Zhao Qingya spat softly, "You have quite a few evil ideas. I was really blind and made a mistake in recognizing you before."
Fang Zhicheng chuckled and said, "I wasn't like this before. I was led astray by you, Sister Ya."
"Bah, bah, bah!" Zhao Qingya said unhappily, "Stop throwing dirty water around!" After saying that, she shook her body like a weak willow and turned around and left the bedroom.
Fang Zhicheng stood up and rubbed his spine, thinking that he had been too rude just now. He was so bold and reckless as to want to take advantage of Zhao Qingya. He was undoubtedly blinded by lust. He had seen with his own eyes that Zhao Qingya fought hand-to-hand and beat up ten evil men. It would be easy for her to deal with a scholar like him who was not even capable of tying a chicken.
Fang Zhicheng did some stretching exercises, and the pain in his body was slightly relieved. Then he came to the living room and found that Zhao Qingya was nowhere to be seen. The door of the study was closed. Realizing that Zhao Qingya had hidden inside, he could only sigh helplessly.
At about half past ten, Zhao Qingya pushed open the door of the study and saw Fang Zhicheng sitting in the living room with his legs crossed, eating grapes and watching TV. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying softly, "Someone will come over for lunch at noon. How is your cooking? If it doesn't work out, I'll ask my secretary to arrange a meal at the hotel."
Fang Zhicheng snapped his fingers and said confidently: "Don't worry, if it doesn't taste good, you can eat me then."
"You're talking nonsense again!" Zhao Qingya threatened, "If the food you cook is not tasty, I will throw you 20 times."
Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the pain in his spine.
At about 11:30, Fang Zhicheng prepared lunch, including fried hot and sour potato shreds, cold cucumber salad, crucian carp with basil and pickled peppers, salt-fried meat, and seaweed egg soup. Zhao Qingya tasted every dish in advance and couldn't help but look at Fang Zhicheng differently, because she didn't expect Fang Zhicheng's cooking skills to be good.
Another five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Zhao Qingya opened the door and a hearty laugh came, "Xiaoya, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to invite me to dinner?"
Zhao Qingya helped the tall man get a pair of clean slippers and smiled faintly, "It's mainly because I'm not good at cooking, so I can't do it. Today, there happens to be a cooking expert at home, so I'll borrow his flower to offer you a good meal."
The tall man walked into the restaurant, stared at Fang Zhicheng, who was wearing an apron, and glanced at him casually. His face was cloudy for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Are you Fang Zhicheng?"
Fang Zhicheng reacted very quickly. From the similarities between his eyebrows and eyes and Zhao Qingya's, he vaguely guessed that this was Zhao Qingya's brother Zhao Guoyi, and said softly, "Governor Zhao, hello!"
Although Zhao Qingya never mentioned her elder brother's name to Fang Zhicheng, Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but be curious and searched privately. The man in front of him was Zhao Guoyi, the youngest deputy ministerial-level official with real power in Huainan Province and the executive vice governor. However, compared with the resume photo on the Internet, Zhao Guoyi looked much older, especially his gray hair, which was not known whether it was because he spent too much brainpower or dyed it deliberately.
Fang Zhicheng looked at Zhao Qingya with deep meaning, but she was calm and didn't make eye contact with him. Although he thought that Zhao Qingya would introduce Zhao Guoyi to him one day, he didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly. What an honor it is to have a meal with the executive vice governor
Fang Zhicheng's current rank is only deputy section level. If things develop normally, he will most likely never be able to speak a word to Zhao Guoyi in his entire life, let alone sit at the same table to eat with him.
Zhao Qingya took out a bottle of Feitian Moutai from the storage room and said with a smile: "Today is the weekend, Governor Zhao might as well have a drink to relax."
Zhao Guoyi pointed at Fang Zhicheng and smiled, then sighed, "Today I am taking advantage of you, Xiao Fang. She used to be the one who was most against me drinking."