Ye Qingxin stared at Okamoto in Jing Boyuan's hand, dumbfounded, "You, you...brought this from the capital?"
This plan is too far-reaching.
Jing Boyuan took away the wet panties from her hands that were still stained with foam, threw them aside, pulled her over to face him, his body pressed her tightly against the edge of himself and the washstand, his voice was hoarse, he lowered his head and leaned over to kiss Ye Qingxin, and said: "I ordered the housekeeper to buy them this morning."
Ye Qingxin tried her best to push away his approaching face, she couldn't straighten her tongue when she spoke, "I, I haven't had my period yet..."
Jing Boyuan pressed her two hands on the washstand behind her, staring straight at her slightly dodging eyes with deep eyes, "Xinxin, don't lie in front of me."
As he spoke, his muscular body pressed her even tighter.
Ye Qingxin's lower back was in pain from the hard edge of the washstand, "Bo Yuan... my back... hurts..."
Jing Boyuan took a step back when he heard the words, bent his tall body, stretched out his long arms, and put him in his arms on the large washstand. His heavy body followed closely, and the kiss also fell. The hard tile countertop made Ye Qingxin's back hurt, but her mouth was blocked by the man's lips and tongue, unable to speak, and could only push the man's chest with her hands.
The man thought she was trying to resist, and pressed her harder.
In the end, Ye Qingxin couldn't feel the pain in her back at all, and the kiss from the man on her body made her feel dizzy.
In a daze, she remembered the set of emerald jewelry that Jing Boyuan had photographed. She said that she was going to give it away, but he kept it secretive and didn't tell her who she was going to give it to. She was very upset.
While he was lowering his head to fiddle with Okamoto, Ye Qingxin made a defensive posture, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes looked like pools of spring water. She pouted her lips unconsciously, with a displeased expression on her face, "You haven't told me who to give that set of emerald jewelry to..."
The Okamoto bought by the housekeeper is a bit small.
Jing Boyuan raised his head to look at Ye Qingxin, his eyes were dark and deep, with a hint of composure, and the arc of the corner of his mouth made people tremble with fear, "I forgot, these few days are your safe period."
As he spoke, he threw away the plastic sleeve and reached out to control Ye Qingxin.
Ye Qingxin raised her foot against the man's muscular chest, preventing him from approaching, deliberately ignoring his ready state, and asked again: "Who is it for? If you don't tell me, don't even think about it today..."
After all, she couldn't say it.
Jing Boyuan glanced at the white foot propped on his chest, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and spoke calmly but dangerously: "Have you lost your guts?"
The next moment.
He grabbed Ye Qingxin's ankle and pulled it hard, Ye Qingxin fell off the washstand uncontrollably, Jing Boyuan hugged her body.
Ye Qingxin still wanted to resist, but just because of her small arms and legs, she was no match for Jing Boyuan, so she was soon subdued.
The moment he came in, he breathed in her ear: "My grandma loves jadeite."
This was an explanation for Ye Qingxin.
for a long time.
Jing Boyuan stopped suddenly, put his hands on the sides of Ye Qingxin's head, looked down at the girl's plain face, and said sternly, "Xinxin, you said today that you didn't agree to marry me, aren't you my fiancée?"
Ye Qingxin was wandering in space, and after a while, she finally understood what he meant.
What she said before is the truth. If he didn't propose and she didn't agree, she is not his fiancee.
She bit her lower lip, dissatisfied with Jing Boyuan's post-autumn attitude, and blurted out: "I'm not wrong..."
Jing Boyuan suddenly exerted force, but his gaze became calmer and calmer, and his voice could be described as steady: "I'll give you another chance, are you my fiancee?"
Ye Qingxin: "..."
Go up three poles the next day.
Ye Qingxin woke up on the big bed in the master bedroom of a mansion on the top of a hill in Hong Kong. Jing Boyuan was no longer there, and the place where he slept had long since lost the temperature, and the confusion after a night of fun remained in the room.
She stared at the high ceiling with her eyes open, and everything of last night slid past frame by frame in front of her eyes like a revolving lantern.
Jing Boyuan actually... at that moment, in that way, forced her to agree to marry him, forced her to admit that she was his fiancee.
At the auction last night, she felt that Jing Boyuan's reaction at that time was too flat. Although the gaze he looked at her was calm, it somehow made her scalp tense. It turned out that Jing Boyuan had set up a harness here to wait for her.
This man... simply... makes people hate it!
Why does someone else's boyfriend propose with flowers and balloons, kneeling on one knee, holding a diamond ring in his hand, the romantic girl burst into tears.
And hers...
Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison.
Ye Qingxin pulled the quilt over her head and tightly covered her face, feeling a gloom in her heart that she couldn't let go of.
The heavy curtains were tightly closed, blocking the sunlight outside, making it look a bit dim.
After a while.
Ye Qingxin got up, but with just one movement, the private parts of her lower body ached.
Thinking of Jing Boyuan's ruthlessness last night, Ye Qingxin bit her lip, her cheeks gradually became a little hot.
After the first time, she fell ill, and the middle-aged gynecologist taught Jing Boyuan, "Young people should exercise restraint, no matter how strong their needs are." But looking at Jing Boyuan's appearance, I'm afraid he doesn't even know how to write the word "restraint".
Being extremely tired, Ye Qingxin slowly moved her body to the bathroom, wanting to take a hot bath to relieve her fatigue.
A pair of underwear, one large and one small, were hanging on the towel rack in the bathroom, dark gray and pink, contrasting sharply.
Ye Qingxin pursed her lips and smiled, she didn't have the energy to wash after last night, presumably it was Jing Boyuan who did it.
In the past, the boss of Bowei, whom she looked up to, now actually washes her underwear. This kind of contrast relieved the depression in her heart a little.
Hot water dripped from the shower head, and Ye Qingxin touched her waist, causing her to gasp in pain, and when she looked down, she was pinched and bruised again.
It seems that not only the matter of tearing clothes should be discussed with him, but also the matter of pinching her waist should be discussed with him.
After washing, he pushed open the bedroom door, and there were still two maids outside.
Seeing her coming out, the maid bowed respectfully towards her, "Good morning, madam, breakfast is ready, madam, would you like to have breakfast first?"
Ye Qingxin nodded with a smile.
The maid led her to the restaurant one after the other.
When going downstairs, the maid who walked in front said, "Madam, there is a gentleman surnamed Qu who has been waiting for you in the living room for an hour, and he said he came to deliver something to you."
Ye Qingxin frowned: "Surname Qu?"
She didn't seem to know Mr. Qu.
The maid smiled: "Yes madam, sir, when he left in the morning, he explained that Mr. Qu will come to give you something today."
Ye Qingxin thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Jing Boyuan said yesterday that someone would send her money from selling the pink diamond necklace and the set of emerald jewelry to her home today.
Eighty-five million...
Ye Qingxin's eyes lit up, but her posture was still dignified and elegant. The smile on her lips was just right, and her tone of voice was unhurried. She couldn't hear the impatience in her heart at all, "Take me to the living room, don't keep the guests waiting."
With her current status as Jing Boyuan's wife, her words and deeds must be decent and generous, and she must not embarrass him.
The maid didn't obey her words, "No madam, sir, before he left, he told you that you must have breakfast first after getting up."
Ye Qingxin suddenly stopped in her tracks, staring at the maid's face for a moment, "What if I have to meet the guests first?"
The maid bowed her head and said in a respectful tone, "Sir, Ma'am, you must have breakfast first. Ma'am, please don't embarrass us."
Ye Qingxin: "..."
Suddenly, he realized that his status in this house was far lower than that of Jing Boyuan.
Sitting in front of the several-meter-long European-style table in the restaurant, Ye Qingxin felt a little uninspired. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She always felt that her current situation was like a canary raised by a rich man...
After she had finished her breakfast, the maid took her to the living room.
Walking through the long corridor, there are several oil paintings on the walls on both sides. Ye Qingxin looked at it beautifully, and took a second look before he knew it. Suddenly, a familiar oil painting came into view. The background of the picture was the Arabian palace. There were several naked women bathing and playing in the pool, and five gorgeously dressed women were sitting on the floor, chatting leisurely.
Ye Qingxin remembered this painting. The professor introduced this painting to them in a big class before. The "Terrace of the Harem" created by the famous French painter Jérôme in the 19th century had caused a sensation in the entire French painting circle and was well-known all over the world.
Ye Qingxin stopped and looked up at "The Terrace of the Harem". She only had a superficial understanding of oil paintings, and felt that this imitation was really good, and the composition and color were well handled. For a person like her who only knows a little bit, even if the imitation and the real one are put together, they will not be able to tell the real from the fake.
Thinking of this, she casually praised: "This painting is a good imitation."
As soon as the words fell, the butler came out of nowhere, and said to Ye Qingxin with a smile: "Mr. doesn't like fakes."
Ye Qingxin was stunned for a while before realizing what the butler's words meant.
She stared straight at the oil paintings on the wall, and couldn't believe it. Could it be that the private collector that the professor talked about was actually Jing Boyuan
Immediately, she felt that the aura of the painting had changed.
After a while, she said, "Just hang it like this, and you're not afraid of being stolen?"
The butler smiled: "Madam, please have confidence in our anti-theft system."
Ye Qingxin: "... What if you meet a thief like that on TV?"
The butler smiled: "Madam, please have confidence in our anti-theft system."
Ye Qingxin: "..."
The housekeeper still smiled: "Madam, don't worry, if it is stolen, sir will not care. Sir said that the meaning of this painting is to serve people, not people to serve it."
The butler's words were reserved, but Ye Qingxin understood.
What he meant was: In Jing Boyuan's view, this painting is used to pretend
Decorating a house is pleasing to the eye. If you treasure and enshrine it like a treasure, and worry about it being stolen every day, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse? What's the point of owning this painting
Ye Qingxin curled her lips. An ordinary person like her couldn't understand the thoughts of a rich person.
If she had such a picture, she would feel uneasy and feel unsafe to hide anywhere.
Seeing Ye Qingxin staring at the oil painting without speaking, the housekeeper explained: "This painting was brought back by Mr. from a trip abroad a year ago, and it has been hung here. It is also because Mr. is so careless that everyone who has seen it is like Mrs. Subconsciously thought it was just a fake."
After a long time, Ye Qingxin said softly, "Sir, did you spend a lot of money at that time?"
The housekeeper: "I don't know exactly how much it cost, but I think this painting is probably more expensive than this house."
Ye Qingxin looked away and smiled: "...take me to the living room."
After turning around and turning around, the butler led her into the living room.
On the sofa in the center of the living room, a middle-aged man sat there quietly, his body as steady as a mountain, without any anxiety or impatience.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he got up and turned his head to look over. Seeing that it was Ye Qingxin, he hurriedly handed over the box in his hand.
"Hello, madam. My surname is Qu, and my single name is Qi. I'm here to bring you something. Please have a look."
When Ye Qingxin saw the middle-aged man surnamed Qu, she was startled.
Isn't he... the middle-aged man who bid with that girl named Shanshan and Gu Jiao at the auction site yesterday
Ye Qingxin stared at him blankly, feeling a little out of her mind.
"you… "
Seeing her puzzled look, Qu Qi explained with a smile, with a tone of emphasis and respect, and a hint of flattery, "I am the vice president of Pauway Group and a subordinate of President Jing. President Jing ordered me to do what happened yesterday. President Jing said that if no one bids for your necklace, Mrs. Jing will let me take it. Of course, President Jing will pay. If someone wants to take a photo of your necklace, let me bid with others and raise the price."
Ye Qingxin looked dazed, her heart was filled with something, sore and swollen, and after a while, she smiled slowly, "He... is thoughtful."
Reaching out to take the box from Qu Qi, she reached out and made a 'please' gesture towards the sofa, politely saying: "Mr. Qu, please sit down."
"Thank you, Mrs."
Ye Qingxin sat down opposite Qu Qi, opened the box, and there was an exquisite and beautiful jewelry box in the box, and an envelope was placed on top of the jewelry box.
She picked it up and squeezed it to know what was inside.
Qu Qi said: "The auction price of the pink diamond necklace is 85 million. Sotheby's charges a 5% commission. The remaining 80.75 million is in this card. This card is Mr. Jing's account, and Mr. Jing knows the password."
Ye Qingxin's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, the corners of her lips were raised slightly, her expression was quite calm and calm, she didn't show any excitement or excitement because of the card in her hand, which made Qu Qi's eyes change.
The last time Mr. Jing was hospitalized, he saw this little girl in Mr. Jing's ward. Later, he heard Secretary-General Mi say that Mr. Jing had ordered her to deliver meals to this little girl. He only thought that this little girl was just because of her youth and beauty, which attracted Mr. Jing's love for a while. As a man, when faced with beauty, there are always times when he can't control it.
He has always felt that, with Mr. Jing's status, those who can stand side by side with Mr. Jing in the future must either have comparable family backgrounds or have comparable abilities.
This little girl is nothing more than a plate of wild game, which is fresh for a while, and then discarded after eating it.
It wasn't until last night at the auction site that he heard Boss Jing introduce this little girl to Zhu Zigang as his fiancee not far away, that he realized that Boss Jing might treat this little girl as a dinner.
He didn't understand that this little girl was just a little bit more attractive, not to mention that Boss Jing never lacked good-looking women, how could this little girl have this ability to gain a firm foothold in Boss Jing's heart
And it is said that this little girl was not born well.
But at this time, an immature little girl who was not born well and just turned 20 didn't show any joy in the face of such a fortune. This indifferent and calm disposition surprised him.
Perhaps it was because Qu Qi's gaze was too direct, even if Ye Qingxin didn't raise her eyes, she was aware of his scrutinizing gaze. This kind of appreciative gaze made her feel like a vegetable waiting for someone to choose in the market, which was very unpleasant.
Slowly, she looked up at Qu Qi, grinned at her, and said, "What you did at the auction last night, did your Boss Jing tell you to keep it a secret and not let me know?"
Qu Qi's expression froze.
Ye Qingxin understood, her smile became brighter and her voice was gentle, but what she said made people's heart tremble, "Aren't you afraid that I will tell you Mr. Jing? If he knows that your mouth is so loose, he might be unhappy."
Qu Qi's face turned ugly instantly, "Madam..."
He wanted to say something, but Ye Qingxin didn't give him a chance to speak. She put the box in her hand on the coffee table, and said casually: "There is a gazebo in the rose garden. It's very windy today. It must be cool over there. Would you like to go to enjoy the coolness, Mr. Qu?"
It's past ten o'clock now, and it's extremely hot outside. She's not going to enjoy the shade, she's clearly giving an order to evict guests.
Qu Qi is also a fine person, how could she not understand Ye Qingxin's voice-over, and got up to say goodbye.
Before he walked to the door of the living room, he thought about what she said just now about suing, and thought about the consequences of Mr. Jing's anger. He couldn't help shivering, and turned his head to look pitifully at Ye Qingxin: "Madam..."
Ye Qingxin smiled: "Mr. Qu, don't worry, I'm not a person who doesn't know what to say."
Qu Qi: "..."
As soon as the gate of the independent house came out, Qu Qi wiped the cold sweat off her head.
I've just learned the lesson, as expected of the woman Mr. Jing has his eyes on, her mouth and temperament are exactly the same as Mr. Jing's.
Slowly driving people into a dead end, and then letting them out of the dead end with irony and sarcasm, makes people feel grateful and can't generate resentment.
As long as Boss Jing doesn't know that he slipped his tongue, it doesn't matter if he gets ridiculed by his wife.
Comparing the two, it is more frightening that Mr. Jing is angry and blames him.
After Qu Qi left, Ye Qingxin returned to the master bedroom with the box in her arms, took out the bank card and looked at it up to the light, filled with the unreal feeling of a poor man becoming rich.
All of a sudden, she changed from a poor person to a millionaire, this feeling is like a dream.
The curvature of the corner of her mouth became deeper.
In fact, she understood what Qu Qi said to her just now.
There is such a big gap between her and Jing Boyuan, they are people living in two worlds, I am afraid that many people can't understand how they came together, sometimes she is also confused, why she climbed onto the high branch of Jing Boyuan in a daze.
After being dazed for a while, she took out her wallet and carefully stuffed the card into it.
Turning her eyes to see the jewelry box on the coffee table, she walked over to open it. The emerald and diamond necklace and earrings were dazzlingly beautiful under the light, noble and luxurious.
The style is relatively old-fashioned, suitable for older people to wear.
Thinking of the phrase "My grandma loves jadeite" whispered in her ear when Jing Boyuan came in last night, it turned out that this was a gift he gave to Madam Jing.
Ye Qingxin pouted and gave it to Mrs. Jing, why didn't he tell her so mysteriously last night, which made her think wildly, thinking that he was going to give it to other women...
She was not happy, but her subordinates carefully covered the jewelry box, and then carefully stuffed it into Jing Boyuan's suitcase, so as not to forget it when leaving.
The phone rang suddenly.
Ye Qingxin looked at the screen, it was Dou Weier.
"Xinxin, are you having fun in Hong Kong?"
Ye Qingxin replied with a smile: "I've been staying in the room and haven't gone anywhere."
"What, Hong Kong is a paradise for gourmet food and shopping. It's hard to go there, but you're staying in the house? Is there a mistake? I want you to bring me something..."
Ye Qingxin vaguely remembered that before falling asleep last night, Jing Boyuan said that he still had a lot of business to deal with today, and he had to catch the 8:00 pm flight back to the capital.
I'm fine in the afternoon, so I can go out for a stroll, so I asked, "What do you want to buy? I'll go out and look for you."
Dou Wei'er was so happy that her voice was several decibels higher, "Then I will send you the things I want to buy on WeChat later."
Ye Qingxin: "...how much do you want to buy?"
Dou Weier: "Not many, just twenty or so."
Ye Qingxin: "... Can I go back on my word now?"
Dou Weier fiercely: "No!"
Ye Qingxin: "..."
The two chatted for a few words, and Dou Weier suddenly hesitated, "Xinxin..."
The maid brought a plate of fruit, Ye Qingxin ate it with a fruit stick and asked, "What's wrong?"
Dou Weier hesitated for a moment, and said: "Shiying... She said she just accepted a TV series, and she can help me get an audition opportunity for the second female lead from the director. Do you think I should... try?"
Ye Qingxin faltered in putting the watermelon into her mouth, "Do you want to enter the entertainment industry? Do you know how to act? Also, why did Shiying help you? Isn't she pregnant with He Jifan's child? He Jifan is obviously interested in you, but there's something wrong with your eyes. How can she help you? Don't tell me she is kind-hearted. She can make a name for herself in the entertainment industry, but she is not a good person."
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after a few months.
One dark and windy night.
The ground is covered with red roses and filled with heart-shaped candles.
A certain uncle knelt down on one knee, holding a pigeon egg in his hand, looking up at the dazed girl, his voice was unprecedentedly solemn, "Xinxin, if my bride is not you, I would rather not get married in this life, Xinxin, I... love you."
A certain heart burst into tears.
A certain Yao's face was full of insiders: "Uncle Jing, didn't you agree that you don't need to talk about love, but only use actions to express love? Why don't you follow the routine I set?"
Uncle X: Get out.