In the dining room.
Looking at the steamed buns in plastic bags and the dark porridge in disposable plastic bowls on the table, Jing Boyuan frowned indistinctly.
"These days, you eat this in the morning"
Ye Qingxin didn't realize that there was something wrong, and while taking the porridge out of the plastic bag and setting it up, she said, "No, sometimes I eat soy milk and fried dough sticks."
She set up breakfast, and handed Jing Boyuan a pair of chopsticks, "Eat."
Jing Boyuan glanced at her, said nothing, took the chopsticks to eat.
The dining room is spacious, connected to the kitchen, with a two-meter-long table and six dining chairs in the middle, and a spacious floor-to-ceiling window next to it, European lace curtains, young and fashionable style, sunny outside.
Ye Qingxin was sitting opposite Jing Boyuan, seeing him eating breakfast as usual, she felt relieved.
In Nanshan Villa on weekdays, Aunt Zhang's breakfast is obviously more nutritious and delicious than hers, and she is afraid that Jing Boyuan won't be used to it.
Obviously, she was overthinking.
After breakfast, Ye Qingxin cleared the dining table, went to the bathroom and came out after washing her hands. Jing Boyuan was sitting on the sofa with a relaxed posture, holding the TV remote control in his hand. As soon as he turned it on, the TV screen flashed for a while and jumped out of the screen. It was the morning news at eight o'clock from the local station.
Seeing his attitude of not planning to leave, she asked strangely, "Don't you have to go to the company today?"
Jing Boyuan put down the remote control, got up and walked over, "I just came back from a business trip, I'm taking a day off."
The man is tall and tall, which invisibly gives people a heavy sense of oppression. With his approaching steps, Ye Qingxin's coccyx shudders inexplicably.
She moved to the dressing room calmly, with a smile on her face, "Then you sit here by yourself, and I will go to work."
Maybe it's the sixth sense, or maybe she sensed something from Jing Boyuan's flat eyes, and she always felt like a little white rabbit being watched by a big bad wolf, dangerous and nowhere to escape.
Jing Boyuan seemed to have discovered her intention, and easily stopped her way, holding her waist with both hands, leading her back a few steps, trapping her between himself and the wall.
He bent down his tall body and looked directly into the girl's eyes, "I haven't seen you for a few days, so I don't miss you."
The voice is deep and magnetic, with a bit of hoarseness and temptation.
Breathing entangled, the smell of a mature man made Ye Qing's heart beat faster and the roots of her ears warmed up. The appearance of Jing Boyuan imprinted in her eyes at this moment was different from the steady and self-sufficient before, badass and handsome.
She raised her eyes and just looked at him like this, with shyness and coquettishness in her eyes.
Jing Boyuan's right hand moved up along the curve of her body, and finally landed on her pink lips, his rough thumb rubbed the delicate lower lip, ambiguous and indecent.
Ye Qingxin was so teased by him that her heart almost jumped out of her throat, and her palms were wet with sweat.
It's obviously not the first time, but she still gets nervous.
Jing Boyuan's gaze tightly grabbed the girl's eyes, and asked again: "Have you thought about me?"
He was extremely persistent on this question, and it seemed that Ye Qingxin must answer it with a ugly Yinmao.
Ye Qingxin's hand didn't know when to grab the shirt at his waist, and clenched it tightly, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
After a long time, she lowered her eyelashes, her eyes flickered, she nodded slowly, and said a word in her mouth like a kitten: "En."
A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Jing Boyuan's mouth, and the hand that was stroking her lips was changed to pinch her chin, slightly raised, and bowed his head to kiss her.
The thin lips rolled on her lips for a moment, and the hot tongue easily pried open her teeth, smashed in and entangled with her.
Ye Qingxin felt weak.
Jing Boyuan's tall and strong body pressed her on the sofa, and she suddenly remembered that there was no condom here.
She wanted to remind, but it was too late, the man seemed to be a little eager, and suddenly took her whole.
The weather is hot now, and it is very stuffy when you wake up in the morning. The central air conditioner in the room is almost 24 hours a day, and the air that should be cool is heating up.
Jing Boyuan clasped Ye Qingxin's shaved shoulders with his backhand, sweat dripped from his chin.
As soon as it was over, the phone vibrated suddenly.
Ye Qingxin was still panting on the sofa, his consciousness drifted in the distant time and space and hadn't returned yet, but Jing Boyuan had already picked up the phone, talking about work with the person on the phone without blushing and panting, his voice was calm and sounded very reliable.
When Ye Qingxin recovered from the affair just now, Jing Boyuan had already closed the line.
The T-shirt and underwear on her body were pushed up to her neck, her jeans were hanging on the arm of the sofa, and two pairs of underwear were scattered on Jing Boyuan's trousers on the ground.
She sat up, and there was a sticky place in her lower abdomen that was uncomfortable. Thinking of the previous scene, her face couldn't help but get hot. She stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower. The pain in her lower body made her sprain her feet and almost fell. Jing Boyuan quickly reached out to catch her with his sharp eyes.
"Slow down." Jing Boyuan's voice seemed a little helpless, as if she was an extremely worrying child.
Ye Qingxin raised her head and glared at him, "It's all because of who?"
Seeing her shy and angry little face, Jing Boyuan smiled unconsciously, stretched out his arms and picked her up horizontally, and walked into the bathroom.
Although she has been frank with each other for countless times, she can't do Ye Qingxin to take a bath in front of a mature man, and the posture of washing some places is really shameful, and she can't do it in front of Jing Boyuan.
"Well, can you go out for a while and come back after I wash it?" She discussed with him.
Jing Boyuan took off the only piece of clothing on his body slowly, and threw it into the laundry basket. Hearing this, he glanced over with the corners of his eyes, and said casually: "I want you to take it off for you."
It was obviously a question sentence, but he forced him to speak in an orderly and domineering way.
Ye Qingxin struggled silently for a while, then took off the only T-shirt and bra she had on her body.
The shower room, which was thought to be quite spacious before, became crowded because of the addition of a tall man. It seemed that even the air had become thinner. Ye Qingxin felt oppressed and suffocated.
After coming out of the shower, Ye Qingxin had just put on her clothes when the doorbell rang, accompanied by the sound of banging on the door, and Dou Weier's ghostly cry: "Xinxin, open the door, I have a piece of clothing that I can't cut properly, please help me."
Ye Qingxin ran to open the door, passed the living room, saw that the clothes on the sofa hadn't been tidied up, tidied up the sofa, ran back before opening the door, and said to Jing Boyuan while closing the bedroom door: "You stay here and don't come out."
Then slam the door shut.
Looking at the ruthlessly closed door, Jing Boyuan frowned slightly.
After opening the door, Dou Wei'er looked unhappy and came in while complaining: "Why did it take so long to open the door."
Entering the living room, she sniffed, "What's the smell in your living room? It's weird. Why don't you open the curtains."
Ye Qingxin walked over as if nothing had happened and opened the curtains of the living room, and opened the window by the way, letting the hot air from outside pour in, "Does it smell like no?"
Dou Weier's eyes fell on her hair again, "You just took a shower"
Ye Qingxin brushed her wet long hair, said with a smile, "Well, I just ran downstairs and sweated a lot."
Dou Weier glanced at the scorching sunshine outside, "It's such a hot day, you go for a run"
Ye Qingxin felt guilty, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was still calm and calm, "Staying under the air conditioner every day, I feel uncomfortable all over, and sweating is good." Suddenly thinking of the purpose of Dou Weier's visit, she hurriedly said: "Didn't you say that some clothes can't be cut well, I'll show you."
As he spoke, he pushed Dou Weier out of the door.
Seeing that the two were about to walk out of the living room to the entrance, the door of the master bedroom opened suddenly, and Jing Boyuan came out with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the cuffs were rolled up, and two buttons were unbuttoned at the neckline, as if he was at home casually.
Her short hair was wet, and she had obviously just taken a shower.
Dou Weier turned around subconsciously when she heard the movement, and when she saw Jing Boyuan, her eyes were straightened, and then she looked at Ye Qingxin, full of disbelief.
A guilty gleam flashed across Ye Qingxin's face.
Jing Boyuan nodded slightly towards Dou Weier, his attitude was distant and polite, then he passed by the two of them, went to the kitchen to get a cup, and poured a glass of water, as if his appearance was just a casual incident.
"Xinxin, don't tell me that Boss Jingda took a bath because he went for a run with you." Dou Weier couldn't wait to criticize her as soon as she entered the house, "I said why you draw the curtains in broad daylight, and the strange smell in the living room, it's terrible, Xinxin, I didn't expect you to look pure and cute on the surface, but you are so open in private."
Dou Wei'er has also gone through personnel affairs, and for some things, a little thought can lead to a Tianxiang Tower in series.
Ye Qingxin's face flushed with embarrassment.
Just now she was afraid that Dou Wei'er would see Jing Boyuan and make such a fuss like now, but she still didn't hide it.
Jing Boyuan is also true, they are all going out, can't they wait two minutes before coming out
"Hey, I have a question for you." After entering Dou Wei'er's home, she pulled Ye Qingxin and asked with interest: "I'm curious, a man like Jing Boyuan is better than other men in every aspect, so is he also very good in bed?"
It's not just men who talk about pornography in private, but also girls who talk about pornography in private.
Ye Qingxin blushed and gave Dou Weier a white look, "You called me here to ask this"
"Oh, tell me, there is no one else here, how do you feel good?" Dou Weier suddenly thought of something, and said, "It should be very powerful, I remember that you were sent to the hospital by him once before, and the doctor said you had too much sex."
Ye Qingxin turned to leave.
Dou Weier hurriedly grabbed her, and begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, ok, come and help me see if there is something wrong with my calculations on this piece of clothing, and I can't always cut it well."
It was eleven o'clock before I knew it.
Ye Qingxin looked at her phone and asked Dou Weier: "Let's have lunch together later"
Dou Wei'er kept working on the bust model without raising her head, and said, "I don't want to be an electrician.
Bulb, I'll just order a takeaway later. "
Ye Qingxin did not force herself.
When I got home, as soon as the door opened, the food smelled delicious.
She was taken aback, walked a few steps inside, passed through the hallway, and saw the man in the restaurant serving soup to the table.
There are three dishes on the table, two meat and one vegetarian.
Ye Qingxin was surprised, this was the first time she saw Jing Boyuan cooking, the previous two times, he cooked noodles.
Jing Boyuan looked up and saw her, his expression didn't move, he just said plainly: "Wash your hands and eat."
That tone, as if this scene has happened countless times.
Ye Qingxin smiled, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came out, there were two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table. Jing Boyuan sat on the side of the dining table without moving his chopsticks, as if he was waiting for her.
The man's hair was not gelled, and it lay neatly on the side of his head. The white shirt on his body was clean and tidy, without any oil or water stains. If it wasn't for the fact that the cuffs of the sleeves were not the same as before, Ye Qingxin almost wondered if he changed into a shirt after cooking.
The taste of the food is very good, although it is not as good as a five-star hotel chef, but it is much better than the home cooking of ordinary people.
Jing Boyuan ate quietly and elegantly, unlike some young people who feel that they have worked hard after cooking a meal, and claim credit in various ways. A man like him is as calm as a mountain and does not float.
After dinner, Ye Qingxin rushed to wash the dishes, but Jing Boyuan didn't compete with her, and sat casually on the dining chair, with his long legs crossed, one arm resting on the back of the chair, and the other lightly resting on the dining table, his deep eyes followed the busy and thin back of the girl.
After washing the dishes, Ye Qingxin remembered that the clothes she changed last night and this morning were still unwashed. She went into the bathroom and saw that the laundry basket was empty, and went out to look at the balcony, where men's and women's clothes were neatly hung.
"You washed it." Ye Qingxin looked at Jing Boyuan, feeling inexplicable in his heart, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
Jing Boyuan came out of the kitchen, holding the teapot in one hand and the teacup in the other. Hearing this, he nodded lightly, and said nothing else.
He was sitting on the sofa, apparently wanting to spend a leisurely afternoon here.
Ye Qingxin stared at him for a moment, then ran over in small steps, hugged Jing Boyuan's neck from behind, and leaned back on the sofa between them.
The girl's head is very light, resting on his shoulders, it doesn't weigh much, and the breath she exhales has a faint girlish fragrance, mixed with the smell of shampoo.
"Thank you, Mr. Jing."
Ye Qingxin said and pecked Jing Boyuan's cheek.
Whether it's voice, intonation, or movements, they are all playful, with a pair of big black and white grape eyes, smart and cute.
She looks like this, which is the state that a young girl should have.
Jing Boyuan remembered that when he first met her, she was like a woman in her thirties, calm and detached, polite and courteous, as if a thousand sails had passed, and she was depressed.
I don't know if he was infected by her, but he also felt joking, grabbed the back of her head with his backhand, kissed her lips deeply, and then let her go and asked, "Since you think I've worked hard, shouldn't you reward me?"
Ye Qingxin's cheeks were flushed by her kiss, her winking eyes were like silk, and she asked, "What reward does Mr. Jing want?"
There was a smile in Jing Boyuan's eyes, "How about a promise with your body?"
Thinking of the night when he confessed his love, Ye Qingxin couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Jing forgot that the little girl is already Mr. Jing's, how can I promise you with her body again?"
In the next moment, she felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and she didn't know what Jing Boyuan did. By the time she realized it, he had already been pressed on the sofa by him, and the kiss was hot and lingering.
The man's body was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.
I don't know how long it has been.
Seeing that the morning scene was about to happen again, Jing Boyuan's phone vibrated.
He got up to answer the phone without avoiding it.
Not knowing what to say over there, Ye Qingxin heard him reply with one word: "En."
After hanging up the phone, Jing Boyuan said: "Grandma asked us to go back to have dinner at night, she said she missed you."
Ye Qingxin smiled: "Okay, I miss grandma too."
In the afternoon, Ye Qingxin was busy with her own work in the clothing room, while Jing Boyuan was watching TV outside. Ye Qingxin came out to go to the toilet, and saw the meticulous old man on the financial channel on the TV screen, talking a long series of long and boring words and sentences to the complicated and difficult data graphs.
The door of the dressing room was left open, and occasionally, the voice of a man talking on the phone could be heard.
At half past five in the evening, the two set off.
Master Lu was waiting downstairs in a black Cayenne.
The moment the black Cayenne drove out of the gate of the community, a silver car drove into the community from the other side of the driveway with the windows open. For a moment, Ye Qingxin seemed to see He Jifan's face from the corner of her eye. When she took a closer look, the two cars had already crossed.
She tugged at Jing Boyuan's shirt cuff, turned her head and chased after him through the windshield behind, "Boyuan, is that car owned by He Jifan or the silver one?"
Jing Boyuan pulled her back and sat upright, "It has nothing to do with you."
Hearing his tone, he seemed to know that He Jifan would appear here.
Ye Qingxin thought of her and Dou Weier's house, and suddenly had the feeling that these two men were simply fighting together.
She tilted her head and squinted her eyes to look at Jing Boyuan, "The reason why He Jifan bought the house next door to Wei'er was because of your idea that you were trying to please Wei'er for him?"
Jing Boyuan held her little hand and rubbed it lightly, "I'm not interested in meddling in other people's affairs."
"and you"
"It's not good for you to live with her."
Ye Qingxin was puzzled, "What's wrong? Wei'er and I have such a good relationship, we can take care of each other when we live together."
"It's not convenient for me to go there." Jing Boyuan suddenly leaned over and whispered in her ear, when he spoke, hot air blew into her ears and eyes, numb and itchy, she couldn't help but flinch.
Ye Qingxin suddenly thought of those absurd things on the sofa during the day, her ears felt hot, she turned her head and gave Jing Boyuan a coquettish look.
This man thinks far enough.
She suddenly felt that she was the monkey grandson, and no matter how much she tossed about, she couldn't escape the Tathagata Buddha's Five Fingers Mountain.
Passing by a fruit supermarket, Ye Qingxin got out of the car and bought some fruits to take with her.
Although the gift is light, it is a thought anyway.
When the car arrived at the Jing family's old house, it was already dark.
Ye Qingxin followed Jing Boyuan into the porch, chattering and laughing bursts from inside, listening to the sound, it seemed that there were guests.
"There are guests at home?" Jing Boyuan casually asked the servant.
The servant handed over two pairs of indoor slippers and replied, "Master Yan and Mrs. Yan, as well as Mr. Sheng and Mrs. Sheng are here."
Jing Boyuan nodded.
Ye Qingxin, Mrs. Yan, has a crush on her. Ever since Mrs. Yan asked for her number for the second time, she would always call or send a text message a week. Although the content was always asking her how she was doing, she was grateful in her heart.
Mrs. Yan gave her the illusion that she was really her grandma.
As for Mrs. Sheng, Ye Qingxin doesn't have a deep impression. Even if she has an impression, it is also related to Yu Qingyou. It's not that she doesn't like Mrs. Sheng, but her relationship with Yu Qingyou is so stiff, I don't know if Mrs. Sheng will have any opinion on her.
The two entered the living room.
Mrs. Jing, Mrs. Sheng, and Mrs. Yan were sitting on the sofa chatting. The faces of the three of them were filled with smiles from the heart. Seeing Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan coming in, Mrs. Jing spoke first: "Xinxin, come and sit with grandma, A Yuan, you go upstairs to play chess with your grandfather."
Jing Boyuan greeted Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Sheng respectively, and then went upstairs.
Ye Qingxin imitated Jing Boyuan's address and greeted Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Sheng. Just as she was about to go to Mrs. Jing's side, Mrs. Yan stretched out her hand to hold her, and at the same time moved aside, saying, "Xinxin sits here with grandma."
Ye Qingxin looked at Mrs. Jing in embarrassment, as if asking for her opinion.
Madam Jing smiled and said, "Your Grandma Yan likes you, so you can sit with her for a while."
Only then did Ye Qingxin sit down as she said, and Mrs. Yan couldn't help joking to Mrs. Jing: "Your granddaughter-in-law listens to you."
Mrs. Jing laughed, obviously very satisfied with Ye Qingxin's well-behaved and sensible.
Ye Qingxin sat for a while, and she couldn't get in the mouth when the three old people were talking. She noticed that there was only tea on the coffee table, and while the three old people were talking, she suggested, "I bought some fresh grapes when Boyuan and I came, and I'll wash some for the three grandmas."
Madam Jing smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."
When she got up and went to the kitchen, Mrs. Yan said enviously: "I really envy you. Not only do you have grandsons and granddaughters, but you also have such a sensible and well-behaved grandson-in-law."
Mrs. Jing knew that Mrs. Yan was thinking of sad things again, so she comforted her, "It's fine if you don't have a beautiful and capable granddaughter. From now on, I think Jiaojiao is also a filial girl."
After hearing this, Mrs. Yan's melancholy became even more intense, and tears slowly welled up in a pair of cloudy old eyes, "After all, it's not my own. I still think about my poor little granddaughter. If she is still here, she must be as sensible and beautiful as your granddaughter-in-law."
Mrs. Sheng seemed to be affected by melancholy, her expression was slightly depressed, she sighed and said to Mrs. Yan: "I was also blamed back then, I shouldn't have asked Wen Jun to come back in the rain with Tong Tong and Xin Xin, otherwise there wouldn't have been a car accident."
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small theater:
A certain heart: Boyuan, can't you wait for Wei Er and I to go out before you come out to drink water? She misunderstood.
A certain uncle calmed down: Is it a misunderstanding
A certain heart overflows: it's true
A certain uncle os: You close the door and don’t let me out, I’m so shameless that I want to come out, I don’t care, I just want the status