Ye Qingxin followed Gu Jiao upstairs, but they didn't hear the conversation downstairs.
Going upstairs, Ye Qingxin withdrew her hand without a trace, Gu Jiao didn't care, walked towards the study room based on her memory, and said casually: "I came here with my grandparents a long time ago, I'm not familiar with this place, there are so many rooms here, I don't know if I can find the study room"
Ye Qingxin didn't speak, and silently followed behind.
After walking into the aisle for a while, Gu Jiao stopped in front of a wine-red solid wood door, "It should be this one."
Talking to herself, she raised her hand and tapped lightly.
After a while, a male voice came from inside, "Come in."
Listen, it looks like Jing Boyuan's.
The corners of Gu Jiao's lips curled up, she turned her head and said to Ye Qingxin, "Go in." Then she opened the door and went in, it seemed that she was more like the host, while Ye Qingxin was the guest.
On the tatami mat by the window in the study room, there were two chess tables, Mr. Jing and Mr. Sheng were in a group, and Mr. Yan was in a group with Jing Zong. Jing Boyuan sat behind the desk with his long legs crossed, holding a French classic in his hand, and it was the kind of book that didn't have a single Chinese character in it.
The layout of the study room is full of cultural atmosphere, very quiet, and several chess players are staring at the chessboard intently.
Gu Jiao nodded to Jing Boyuan as a greeting, then went to sit next to Mr. Yan.
Ye Qingxin walked towards the desk.
The wine red solid wood desk is very heavy and calm, which complements Jing Boyuan's temperament.
"What are you looking at?" Ye Qingxin asked.
Jing Boyuan kept his eyes on her.
The girl was wearing a simple white T-shirt, jeans, and summer indoor slippers on her feet. Her pink, round and white toes were exposed, and she moved as she walked, cute and cute.
She came over and got close to him, pinching the side of the back of the chair lightly with one hand and two fingers, one hand in the pocket of her trousers, slightly bent over, a pair of black eyes staring curiously at the book in his hand, her high ponytail slid down from her right ear, her gestures were full of the tenderness of a young girl.
"Notre Dame de Paris." Jing Boyuan closed the book and put it on the table, leaned back in the chair, turned the chair slightly, and faced Ye Qingxin, with his hands clasped on his lap, his long legs crossed, his elbows resting on the armrest, the old god was there, and he looked like a boss waiting for his subordinates to report on their work.
And Ye Qingxin was the subordinate who was cramped and didn't know how to report.
She had read the book Jing Boyuan mentioned, but she read the Chinese version, unlike the one in Jing Boyuan's hand, which was jerky and difficult to understand.
Perhaps, that book was just difficult for her to understand, but for Jing Boyuan, it was as easy as reading Chinese.
Jing Boyuan looked at her with his dark eyes, and spoke again: "What books have you read?"
With that appearance, he turned into an old-fashioned old master who tortured students' knowledge.
For some reason, Ye Qingxin suddenly remembered the scene in Dream of the Red Chamber, when Lin Daiyu first entered Jia's mansion, and Jia's mother asked Lin Daiyu what book she was reading.
She lowered her head and smiled, and immediately straightened her expression, and replied solemnly: "I have only read four books."
Jing Boyuan's eyes were startled for a moment, and he immediately realized that he looked at the girl in front of him again. There was clearly a mischievous interest hidden between her serious eyebrows and eyes. He smiled unconsciously, stretched out his hand to hold her hand and pulled it towards him, squeezed her hand twice, and said with a smile, "Naughty."
That tone was somewhat helpless, conniving and pampering, as if Ye Qingxin was a disobedient child who made him helpless.
The interaction between the two was noticed by Gu Jiao.
Her eyes seemed to be focused on the chessboard in front of her, but all her feelings and peripheral vision were on the mature man and young girl not far away.
The study room was silent, and the voices of men and girls could be heard clearly in her ears.
Even though the man is restrained and prudent, even if the conversation between the two is few and innocuous, Gu Jiao senses the deep affection from their way of getting along.
She reached for the teapot and got up to add tea to the cups of the elders.
Only Mr. Jing and Mr. Sheng were added, the teapot was empty, Gu Jiao smiled and said: "Grandpa and Uncle Jing, wait a while, I'll go down and make another pot for you."
Mr. Yan was racking his brains on how to take the next step. He probably didn't hear her at all, but Jing Zong answered, "Please."
"Uncle Jing is polite, this is what I should."
Gu Jiao walked out carrying the teapot.
Jing Boyuan glanced at Gu Jiao, patted Ye Qingxin's hand, and said casually: "How can I let the guests make tea, Xinxin, you go."
To other people, this is not a problem, and they even think it is very reasonable. Originally, there is no reason for guests to serve tea and water when they are guests.
It's just that in Gu Jiao's ears, Jing Boyuan can clearly hear Jing Boyuan alluding to her presumptuousness.
He also clearly heard that he was telling her that Ye Qingxin was the owner of this house, and she was just a guest.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels that Jing Boyuan is warning her something.
Gu Jiao froze in place, tightening her fingers holding the handle of the pot.
Ye Qingxin had just felt that Gu Jiao should be the one to do the job of pouring tea for the elders, but Gu Jiao had already done it, and if she went there, it would inevitably be a bit abrupt, and she might be suspected of competing for credit.
Now that Jing Boyuan spoke, she hurriedly came over to take the teapot from Gu Jiao's hand, and said with the host's attitude of hospitality: "Sister Jiaojiao, sit down, I'll just go down and make this tea."
Gu Jiao rubbed the back of the other hand with her free hand, her smile was still natural and clean, and she looked very comfortable, "Okay then."
About ten minutes.
Ye Qingxin came back with a tray. Besides the teapot, there was also a matching ceramic teacup on the tray.
She filled the tea for the four elders one by one, then poured a cup for Gu Jiao, and finally went to the desk and filled the teacup in front of Jing Boyuan.
Jing Boyuan was very satisfied with her way of life, he looked at her with a bit of childish comfort in his seriousness.
Not long.
The two old ladies Sheng and Yan came up and called their old men to go home.
The two old masters Sheng and Yan played another game on their hands before getting up and leaving.
Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan went out with the elders to see off the guests.
At this time, the night is dark, the sky is full of stars, the night wind is sultry, and insects are coming from all directions.
Gu Jiao drove away slowly. In the exterior rearview mirror, a man and a woman standing leaning against each other happened to be reflected. The moment the car turned a corner, the man and woman disappeared from the mirror.
She knew Jing Boyuan. More than ten years ago, she was afraid of this man who seemed difficult to get along with, but later, at some point, her heart gradually developed admiration for him.
It's not that she didn't want to get close to him in the past, it's just that while she adored him, she was even more afraid of him.
He always seemed to be able to see her intentions easily.
Just like tonight, she wanted to take the opportunity of refilling tea to get closer to him, but who knows, as soon as she took action, he shattered her plan with a few words, and even satirized her behavior as a distraction.
At that moment, she felt like a clown.
"Jiaojiao" Mrs. Yan suddenly called out hastily.
Gu Jiao suddenly came back to her senses, saw the buttocks of the car in front of her, and hurriedly braked.
There was a harsh friction sound, and the car barely stopped at the moment it was about to rear-end.
Mrs. Yan and Mr. Yan bumped into the front seat, their heads were stunned.
After a while, Mrs. Yan blamed and said: "Jiaojiao, what are you thinking? It's so dangerous just now." Her tone became concerned again, "Are you okay?"
Gu Jiao turned her head, with tears in her eyes, "I'm fine, grandma."
It's just tears, I don't know why.
After seeing off the guests, Mrs. Jing's attention was all on Ye Qingxin, "Xinxin, I heard from Xiao Zhang that you moved out."
The little Zhang in her mouth is Aunt Zhang.
"How can you move out to live in a good way? How can the young couple be separated? No, no, move back quickly."
Ye Qingxin: ""
Jing Boyuan said, "It doesn't matter, I'll just move there, but it's just a different place."
Ye Qingxin: ""
After hearing this, Mrs. Jing immediately changed the weather, and said cheerfully: "That's fine, I still say the same thing, Boss A Yuan is not young anymore, it's time to have a baby, if you do, grandma will hold a wedding for you right away, and make sure it will be a beautiful one, oh hehe I had a dream last night, dreaming that my precious great-grandson has already lived in the belly of our hearts."
As she said that, she reached out and touched Ye Qingxin's flat and firm belly, and said seriously: "My obedient great-grandson, I am my grandma."
Ye Qingxin: ""
In the end, it was Jing Boyuan who rescued Ye Qingxin from Mrs. Jing's clutches. He pulled her back and said to Mrs. Jing, "We're going back first."
Mrs. Jing disagreed, "I'll stay here tonight, just in your room. I've changed your beds with new sheets."
Jing Boyuan said indifferently: "No, it's not very convenient to live here."
These words are quite intriguing, Mrs. Jing immediately laughed as if she understood something, and said, "All right, all right, then go back."
Ye Qingxin: ""
On the way back, Ye Qingxin remembered that Jing Boyuan said that he would move here to live with her. Although she had somewhat guessed that he meant it because of his previous intrusive behavior, but she still resisted in her heart after hearing him say it so bluntly.
After deliberating for a while, she said, "Isn't Nanshan Villa a good place to live? Why do you want to move to my place?"
Jing Boyuan didn't make a sound, stretched out his right hand and placed it on Ye Qingxin's thigh. Through the jeans fabric, she could feel the dry and warm touch from the man's palm.
His little finger, intentionally or unintentionally, rubbed the base of her thigh, itching, ambiguous and indecent, Ye Qingxin felt her whole body tense up, and all the problems in her mind disappeared, and her whole body was full of emotion.
Feeling all concentrated in the man's hands.
She pushed the man's hand.
Jing Boyuan held the girl's catkin with his backhand, and kneaded it in his palm, with some kind of charming hint.
Ye Qingxin struggled, but she didn't, so she blushed and stopped struggling.
The atmosphere is silent and ambiguous.
The light inside the car was dim, and through the flashes of light, Ye Qingxin saw the meticulous expression on Jing Boyuan's face, which was completely opposite to the feeling given by the movements under his hands.
Pursing her lips, she turned her head and looked out the window.
After a long time, she opened her mouth to break the weird and uncomfortable silence, "I don't seem to see third uncle tonight."
Jing Boyuan said: "Third Uncle is on a business trip."
Ye Qingxin nodded, "Grandpa likes to play chess very much."
Jing Boyuan squinted at her with the end of his eyes, "Didn't you see it?"
Ye Qingxin: ""
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the Sihe Shangyuan, and there were hardly any people seen along the way.
Taking the elevator upstairs, the elevator door opened, and He Jifan was unexpectedly standing outside, with five scratch marks on his right face, as well as his Adam's apple.
Ye Qingxin was taken aback.
He Jifan was taken aback when he saw the two of them, embarrassment flashed across his face.
Jing Boyuan looked as usual, he glanced at He Jifan with condescending eyes, and said calmly: "I'm going back."
He Jifan nodded, and moved aside. When they came out, he walked in, as if he didn't want to stay for a second.
Before entering the door, Ye Qingxin couldn't help but glance at the door of Dou Weier's room, hesitating whether to go over and ask Dou Weier if she's okay.
Jing Boyuan seemed to understand what she was thinking, he put his arms around her waist and led her to the entrance door, "Don't worry about other people's affairs."
Ye Qingxin hesitated, "Will they fight? I'm worried that Wei'er will suffer."
With his right hand, Jing Boyuan unfastened the folding buckle of the watch on his left wrist, took off the watch and put it on the coffee table, pulled Ye Qingxin to sit on his lap, put his hands on her waist and smiled, "Look at the wound on He Jifan's face, it's not certain who will suffer."
Ye Qingxin thought about it, she was right, Dou Weier is not a master who is willing to suffer.
She was thinking about something here, but Jing Boyuan picked up the hem of her t-shirt with his fingers, his dry and warm palms pressed against the delicate skin, the girl's waist was curvy and tight, her back groove was deep and tight, there was an irresistible allure.
Ye Qingxin's face became hot, and she wanted to push away the big hands that made her tense all over, but before she could take action, the buttons of her underwear had already been undone lightly, and the clothes were pulled away by the momentum.
The fiery kiss fell directly on her.
At that moment, all Ye Qingxin's thoughts of resistance collapsed in an instant.
After kissing for a while, Jing Boyuan reached out to unbutton her trousers.
Ye Qingxin pressed his hand and murmured softly, "I haven't bathed yet."
Jing Boyuan's eyes were dark, he picked her up without saying anything, and strode into the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Ye Qingxin was so tired that she fell asleep.
She went to bed late last night and didn't take a nap during the day. After being tossed about at night, she slept very deeply.
Jing Boyuan was afraid that she would catch cold when she slept with wet hair on her head, so he carefully dried her hair with a dry towel, then turned off the light and hugged her to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Ye Qingxin was awakened by the vibrating sound of her mobile phone.
In a daze, she felt the man holding her reach out to turn on the light, and immediately a dazzling light spread in front of her eyes, and then, the man said hoarsely, "Hello."
Sleepy with disturbed sleep.
Ye Qingxin turned her back to the man, and the man sat up and took away the air-conditioning quilt covering her body, a burst of chill came over her.
In the quiet night, she could vaguely hear a female voice coming from Jing Boyuan's cell phone.
Ye Qingxin couldn't help pricking up her ears, but the voice was intermittent and very weak, she couldn't hear what was said at all.
After a while, Jing Boyuan spoke, his voice was not sleepy at first, but calm and sober: "Well, I'm getting married."
I don't know what to say over there, Jing Boyuan replied: "Thank you."
When he put away the line, Ye Qingxin pretended to be woken up, turned over, half propped up on one elbow, rubbed her eyes with the other hand and asked confusedly: "Who is calling so late."
Jing Boyuan stared at the girl with deep eyes.
The girl probably didn't notice that her shoulders and half of her breasts were exposed, the air conditioner barely covered the important part, her fluffy and smooth long hair was vertical behind her, and spread out in a fan shape on the pillow, her pink lips were slightly pouted, becoming more and more lively and seductive under the light.
Jing Boyuan put down the phone, turned over and pressed it down.
Ye Qingxin was stunned for a moment, until he came in, she didn't react, she just asked a question, how did it become like this later
When she was able to sleep again, the outside of the window had turned from black to gray.
As for who made the previous call, she didn't ask again, maybe she forgot, or maybe she felt that it was no longer important.
When she woke up the next day, Jing Boyuan was not on the bed, the sun was shining outside the window, Ye Qingxin opened her eyes and put her mind to nothing for a while before getting up and getting dressed.
Coming out of the bedroom, the smell of rice is fragrant.
Ye Qingxin walked towards the kitchen subconsciously, and when she saw Aunt Zhang wearing an apron, she was surprised: "Aunt Zhang"
Aunt Zhang was frying bacon in a pan, when she heard this, she turned her head and smiled at Ye Qingxin, "Good morning, Miss Ye."
Ye Qingxin: "Why are you here?"
Aunt Zhang: "Mr. asked me to cook for you. From now on, I will give you your three meals a day. Go and wash up, it will be ready soon."
Ye Qingxin drooped her eyelashes, "Has he had breakfast?"
Aunt Zhang: "Eat, I warmed up milk for my husband and made a simple sandwich. My husband is busy for half a day, and sometimes I can't eat lunch well, and I can't be empty in the morning."
Ye Qingxin nodded, said nothing, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After washing up, Aunt Zhang had already served all the breakfast on the table.
Ye Qingxin glanced at the sumptuous breakfast, thinking that she couldn't finish it, so she called Dou Weier.
Not long after, Dou Weier knocked on the door with her slippers in her arms. Ye Qingxin opened the door. Dou Weier yawned and walked into the room, "You're really interested. Get up early in the morning to make breakfast."
Seeing another figure in the restaurant, Dou Weier was also surprised: "Aunt Zhang, what are you doing?"
The last time she went to Nanshan Villa for one night, she met Aunt Zhang.
Ye Qingxin smiled and did not explain.
Seeing the blushing and happiness in her eyes, Dou Wei'er immediately understood, she elbowed Ye Qingxin's ribs, and teased in a low voice: "Your family boss is really kind to you, I'm afraid you'll starve to death here."
Ye Qingxin smiled and counterattacked: "Your Mr. He is also good, he came here in the middle of the night to let you polish your nails."
When He Jifan was mentioned, Dou Weier's expression changed, "If you are a good friend or not, then don't let me talk to that person, or I will break up with you."
Ye Qingxin smiled: "Seeing that you are not at a disadvantage, I was worried about you at a disadvantage last night, so I wanted to go and have a look, but luckily I didn't, otherwise I would have to suffer a lot."
After finishing speaking, she turned to greet Aunt Zhang, "Have Aunt Zhang eaten, and if you haven't eaten, eat together."
Aunt Zhang didn't know what she was doing in the kitchen, she turned her head and said, "You guys eat, don't worry about me, I won't be hungry, don't worry."
After breakfast, Dou Wei'er went back, and before leaving, she praised Aunt Zhang's cooking skills, which made Aunt Zhang smile, and told her to come back to eat at noon.
Ye Qingxin seemed to see Dou Weier, who was bright and optimistic before, was back, and smiled knowingly.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, she received a call from Jing Boyuan, who said that he would be back later because he had dinner tonight.
Ye Qingxin was busy with her own affairs, so she answered absently.
At about eight o'clock, while she was still in the dressing room, there was a sudden bang of the door closing next door, like a muffled thunder exploding above her head, which made her hands tremble in fright, and she was almost stuck by a pin.
She put down the work in her hand and wanted to open the door to have a look. Just as she poked her head out, she saw He Jifan standing in front of Dou Weier's door with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a printed shirt and casual trousers. He looked like a playboy. He was slightly shorter than Jing Boyuan, but he stood out among the men.
After a while, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, and then took out a lighter from the other pocket to light the cigarette.
I don't know if it's Ye Qingxin's illusion, but his back seems a bit lonely and helpless.
Probably because Ye Qingxin's scrutinizing gaze was too direct, He Jifan turned his head and looked over, seeing Ye Qingxin, he was stunned for a moment, then walked towards her.
Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he said, "Let's chat sometime"
When he said this, He Jifan had a solemn expression, which was quite different from the frivolity he used to have when he struck up a conversation with a beautiful woman.
Ye Qingxin has not met him many times, and her understanding of him is only at the level of a playboy. Hearing what he said, in view of his previous bad deeds, she instinctively became wary, but then she thought about her relationship with Jing Boyuan. As Jing Boyuan's good brother, he must not do anything bad.
He Jifan probably caught the fleeting defense in her eyes, took a puff of cigarette irritably, and said, "Don't worry, your friend's wife can't be bullied, and I don't have that kind of thought right now." He glanced into the room and asked again: "Can we talk?"
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Mou Yao smiled.
A certain heart said: Yao, can you let that man rest for a night, this day is exhausting.
A certain Yao said: No.
Uncle X: You did something wrong.
A certain Yao asked: What rewards are there, such as houses, cars, tickets
A certain uncle: the soles of the shoes
A certain Yao: