In the top-floor presidential suite of the Zhonghai Biyun Hotel, gentle lights "shoot" on the fusion of Mediterranean sheep's "hair" carpets, and the enchanting "flower" patterns look like lively "flowers".
The air is filled with a faint "female" fragrance, and at the same time "mixed" with the sweet fragrance of green tea, which makes people feel refreshed.
Christine, dressed in a silver-gray "color" silk nightgown, draped her blonde hair, like the most perfect master sculpture in the world, and every curvilinear silhouette shows the charm of a "fascinating" person.
Sitting on a soft leather chair, Christine is holding a "fine" porcelain cup with a Yuanqing "flower" pattern in her hand, tasting Longjing green tea delivered by someone, and enjoying the tranquility of nightlife comfortably.
It’s not that Christine is the only person in the room that makes her look so peaceful, but the other "female" sitting next to Christine is silent, like a gentle lily standing upright. , It seems as if it is so.
Lin Ruoxi was sitting on the cloth spinning guest chair, holding the fragrant tea in her hand, but she didn't drink half a sip, she seemed to be sitting with some worry.
After the two of them sat quietly for a long time, Christine seemed to be finally unable to bear it. She moved the corner of her mouth and asked, "What should I call you? President Lin? Brother and sister? Or just call you Ruoxi?"
Lin Ruoxi was stunned, half-opened her mouth, and asked, "You... are familiar with him, don't you?"
"It can be said that we have known each other only for the past four or five years, but because he was only in his twenties, he didn't live long, so it should be considered long," Christine said to herself.
Lin Ruoxi felt a bit twisted when she heard it. What do you mean by "he is only in his twenties" and "he didn't live long"? Does this "female" in front of her think she is an old "milk" or "milk"? Christine's age should also be in her twenties, isn't she
But Lin Ruoxi didn't pay much attention to this, but continued: "I have never met his friend... You are the first person to appear as his acquaintance."
After hearing this, Christine couldn't help but asked in a slight surprise: "Didn't he take you to meet his best buddies? Those people should be very anxious to see you. You are his chosen wife."
"That group of people?" Lin Ruoxi asked tentatively, "What kind of group of people is it?"
Christine giggled, "I see, you are here today to find out what kind of man your dear husband is, or to know his past?"
Lin Ruoxi's face flushed slightly, she did have this meaning. In the past, there was no way, and she didn't want to ask Yang Chen directly. It would make her feel embarrassed. Now Yang Chen's acquaintance has finally come to Zhonghai, although... this person has some Special, but Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but curiosity, and came to ask Christine.
Christine laughed more and more joyously, "You are actually shy, you blush, my God, that boring guy has found such a funny wife, no wonder he chooses you as his partner, you can compare to the previous seventeen. Much more interesting!"
Lin Ruoxi was embarrassed when she heard a special name suddenly, raised her head again, and asked suspiciously: "Seventeen? Who is seventeen?"
At this time, Christine didn't laugh anymore, but opened his mouth in surprise and asked: "You don't know who is Seventeen?"
"I... should I know? Who is he? Is it important?" Lin Ruoxi couldn't help asking.
Christine frowned, and "extracted" a bit of playfulness on her immaculate face, "Tsk tsk... Didn't he even mention seventeen to you... I saw you for the first time." At the time, I thought that the reason he chose you was because you had the shadow of seventeen, your appearance, your temperament, and especially the look in your eyes, it was like another seventeen... Of course, you are better than seventeen. It's much more beautiful, but I don't think he values it too much.
Unexpectedly, he never mentioned seventeen to you... Since he doesn't mention it, then I won't say it, otherwise he will say that I am a big mouth again."
Lin Ruoxi was silent for a while, looking at Christine in her eyes, and said: "Tell me, I want to know who the seventeen is. You have no reason to hide from me, because you have already said it. I think , You are not the kind of person who likes to hide and not speak, you will feel uncomfortable, right?"
Christine was slightly surprised, followed closely, "showing" a helpless smile...
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"Kacha".
With a crisp sound, the "door" was gently closed.
A slender hand "touched" the switch on the wall, and when he flicked it, the lights in the lobby of the old-style bungalows instantly lit up.
Under the light yellow "color" light, Mo Qianni took off the "fascinating" black shiny high heels, and then pouted as if she was relieved, "kneading" and "kneading" the somewhat sore soles with her hands.
The "Jade" feet wrapped in black "color" lace "pants" socks looked extremely slippery. Mo Qianni leaned against the wall with one hand, her posture was not very elegant, but fortunately, she was just at home, she didn't care.
Every day when she gets home from get off work, Mo Qianni feels that she should hate going to work and hate work. She has even made up her mind many times that she must get home early tomorrow and have a good meal and dinner. However, such thoughts will last until the next day. It disappeared.
Now living with Qiangwei, Mo Qianni feels more and more that she has a tendency to "masochistic". Qiangwei's leisurely pace of life is completely different from her own.
Of course, people have been "mixed" in the rain of bullets and bullets until now. Although my work is hard, I don't have to risk my life anyway.
Mo Qianni finished "kneading" the soles of her feet, took off the hairpins on her head, letting her black soft hair spread out, and placed her bag on the wooden cabinet aside. After that, Mo Qianni looked up and looked at the wall clock at home. It was ten thirty in the night.
I don't know if Qiangwei has gone to sleep, Mo Qianni sighed slightly, even if she had a "roommate", she would actually live in the same way as before.
When she came to the kitchen on the first floor of her house, Mo Qianni opened the freezer compartment of the refrigerator and took out a lot of quick-frozen food in large and small packages. She planned to cook some wonton dumplings. She didn't have much energy to cook another dinner.
Just as she was about to take apart a pack of frozen dumplings, Mo Qianni suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind...
"Don't eat well, what quick-frozen food to eat?" There was some blame in the tone, but more pity.
Mo Qianni suddenly turned and turned her head, and she saw that the bad man who hadn't seen her for many days was standing three steps away from her!
Yang Chen was wearing cotton pajamas, as if he was in his own home, leaning lazily on the "door" frame, looking at Mo Qianni with a smile on his face.
"You... why are you here?" Mo Qianni couldn't help asking, if it wasn't for the sound that was too familiar, she suspected that someone had robbed the house.
Yang Chen stepped forward, stretched out both hands, and squeezed Mo Qianni’s tender face, "Xiao Qianqian, don’t you think you should just rush into your man’s arms at this time, and say a few words’ "I miss you", "You scared me" and so on, how can you ask why I am here so coldly?"
Mo Qianni gave him a white look, and smiled and patted Yang Chen's "chest", "I'm not so "flesh", isn't it just scaring me? You can come whatever you want, I don't bother to ask. is you."
In fact, Mo Qianni thought about it carefully. With Yang Chen's ability, it seemed that there were countless ways to enter her "door".
"It is said that marriage is the tomb of love. I am not married to you either. How can I feel that all the sentiment is gone all of a sudden," Yang Chen pretended to be distressed.
Mo Qianni groaned: "I haven't seen anyone for three days or two, and I can't see each other for more than a week at any time. Do you still expect to see you as an emperor?"
Listening to the words that sourness can sore out people’s teeth, Yang Chen hurriedly retreated and said with a good smile: "I’m also busy with things, don’t you know, recently the star of "Jade" Lei Things made me dizzy. I don’t have such a strong working ability as Xiao Qianqian. After a little longer, I’m exhausted."
Mo Qianni snorted and smiled: "No? I still want to hear you praise me."
Yang Chen said in a straightforward manner, "I won't say anything false, so let's do it, I will give my beloved Xiao Qianqian a sumptuous supper."
"Supper?" Mo Qianni looked around and said unhappily: "There is nothing else here except the quick-frozen food that you look down on. Do you want to cook? I'll starve to death."
Yang Chen shook his finger and said with a smile: "Of course I am not so stupid, baby, wait here obediently, and I will come as soon as I go."
After speaking, Yang Chen flashed away and went to the hall to open the "door" and rushed out, leaving Mo Qianni standing in the kitchen staring.
After a while, Mo Qianni came back to her senses, stomped her feet, and said: "What supper, it will be gone after a slip of smoke!"
Seeing that the "door" in the hall was opened again, Mo Qianni had to walk to the door depressed and wanted to close it. However, as soon as she walked to the "door", Yang Chen's figure appeared in front of her again.
Only this time, Yang Chen suddenly had two more plates in his hand.
"Hey, how about it, this is the spicy chicken "chicken" and the teppanyaki beef "meat" that Wang’s mother made for dinner. You also know that Wang’s mother’s habit is definitely more than we can eat. This dish is basically not eaten. , I brought it to you directly, you can eat it as soon as the stove heats up," Yang Chen said proudly.
Looking at the two spicy dishes in front of her, Mo Qianni swallowed her throat and asked in surprise: "Did you just...Did you go home to get the vegetables?"
There was only a dozen seconds in between. This man actually ran back and forth between the two houses and brought two dishes with him! ? You know, you have to span a distance of tens of meters in the middle, and you have to climb over the fence to get in and out of the room!
Yang Chen nodded, walked into the house, put two dishes on the table, and said: "You go and heat it first, I'll bring you some rice, soon."
After all, Yang Chen ran back again.
Mo Qianni's gaze followed Yang Chen out of the "door", and she turned her head to look at the dishes on the table, it was like a dream.
A complex and unspeakable warmth fills my heart... Delicious food turns out in a blink of an eye. Perhaps, this kind of "wave" can only be brought to myself by this unusual man.
After a while, Yang Chen brought a large bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables. Originally, he wanted to get some more, but Mo Qianni stopped him. This kind of silent and interest-free transportation of food, in fact, think about it carefully. Still a little weird.
After heating up the food in the Wei "Bo" stove, Mo Qianni ate a midnight snack at the table that did not look like a midnight snack, while Yang Chen sat on the opposite side with great interest, as if watching the "female" people eat it. Not bad fun.
In the hall, except for the swaying sound of the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall, Mo Qianni was very hungry, but she did not make too much noise during her meal. Yang Chen was staring at her for dinner, and she felt a little sweet in her heart. Itchy.
Nearly twenty minutes later, at the request of Yang Chen, Mo Qianni ate two bowls of rice, burped rare and made a blushing face.
Yang Chen sent the food back with "good service". As for whether Wang Ma will be scared when she sees that the food is wiped out tomorrow morning, it is not his concern.
Mo Qianni saw that Yang Chen took away all the food. She thought that he would not come back again. She was about to close the "door", but she didn't want to, Yang Chen turned back in front of her.
"You... Why are you back again?" Mo Qianni asked with a pouting mouth.
Yang Chen asked with a smirk: "Be good, are you full?"
Mo Qianni curled her lips, "Can you not be full, I'm stuck by you."
"Since I'm full, I should have plenty of energy." Yang Chen's smile became more obvious, "Why... do some exercises to help digestion?"