Every day is a new day.
But the troubles surrounding Yanliang are still the same: Yayan's sales situation, Secret's official complaints, Xu Ziqing who can't get rid of, Jiang Yunan who is hot and cold...
Now there is another worry: the ambiguous Lu Zheng.
It was supposed to be a rare weekend of rest—before she got a call from her mother, of course.
She woke up at Jiang Yunan's home. Although she had been tossing and tossing all night last night, she had a rare sleep until the sun was high and stretched when she got up, which was an unprecedented satisfaction.
But when she turned her head and saw that the other side of the bed was empty, Yan Liang couldn't help but feel tighter. The clothes discarded under the bed last night were gone. Someone should have tidied up the bedroom. He put on a shirt, put on his slippers and went out.
As soon as he walked into the living room, he saw Jiang Yunan in the open kitchen on the opposite side. He was busy with his back to her. When Yanliang approached, he found that he was cooking something. The soup pot was steaming, and Jiang Yunan was holding Spoon, holding a cigarette in the other hand, the posture is very interesting.
Yan Liang suddenly felt malicious, took off his slippers, and crept over without a sound, and came behind him, he didn't notice it yet.
Yanliang raised her hand and was about to scare him, but just when she was about to put her arms around his waist, the man turned around quickly and caught her straight.
Jiang Yunan, who was originally wary, saw her clearly in the next second, his expression softened instantly, and the movement that was supposed to fold her arms turned into a vain embrace in an instant, and he hugged the woman in an instant. chest.
"What to cook?"
"pasta."
Yan Liang recalled that last time he made her macaroni, she became suspicious and poked his chest: "You don't know how to make macaroni, do you?"
Jiang Yunan grabbed her fingertips, "Don't underestimate me." Then he lifted his chin towards the dining table diagonally behind.
Yanliang followed his gesture and looked back, she was only focused on scaring him just now, and unexpectedly missed a table of breakfast.
Mixed vegetable salad, well-fried bacon, slightly burnt toast, fried eggs and grilled sausages with a layer of tempting oil... When Yan Liang was surprised, Mr. Jiang raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I He is a good man in the new era who can go out of the hall, into the kitchen, and go to bed."
Yanliang has no position to criticize his remarks at all, because just looking at the table full of breakfast, she already has an appetite. As for whether his cooking skills are really better than bed skills, Yanliang has no time to discuss, Jiang Yunan After finishing speaking, she couldn't wait to go to the dining table: "I won't disturb your cooking, I'll eat something first..."
It's a pity that he took it back after taking two steps: "You seem to have forgotten something?"
"Um?"
"Good morning kiss."
She was about to lean over as she said that, but she was protested by Yan Liang's actions. She directly covered her mouth and said in a low voice, "I didn't brush my teeth."
"I do not mind."
He also proved his words with actions, pulling her fingers away from her mouth one by one, his eyes and movements were the same, slow but determined to win.
Seeing that he was retreating steadily, Yan Liang simply lowered his head, leaned on his shoulder and did not raise his head: "No, no, I have to wash first..."
Her answer was the sound of turning off the fire with a 'pop', and then Yan Liang felt her body lighten—
Jiang Yunan hugged her like this, letting her legs wrap around his waist.
The koala-like posture made Yan Liang stare. This appearance can be described as ferocious, but Jiang Yunan was not afraid, he hugged her tightly with one arm, and took her hands around his neck with the other hand, letting her hug her tightly.
"I tossed and tossed for so long yesterday, and I didn't wash up properly, so we happened to be together."
"I… "
Protest is invalid.
But…
Is there anyone who brushes their teeth like this
Yanliang was standing in front of the sink with a toothbrush in his mouth, while Jiang Yunan was hugging her from behind, her mouth full of foam looked funny, why did he stare at her like that
Yan Liang couldn't help but turn her head and stare at him, so he made a gesture to lower his head to kiss her, forcing Yan Liang to withdraw his gaze and brush his teeth with peace of mind.
After washing up under this weird surveillance, Yanliang cried out in relief, turned around and was about to push him away: "Okay, let's eat..."
Jiang Yunan didn't respond, and turned around her hand around her waist for a while, then turned her around and carried her to the sink.
The moment Yan Liang felt his feet leave the ground, he was so anxious that he put his hands on his shoulders to prevent him from taking a step closer: "What are you doing?"
"I didn't enjoy myself enough in the bathroom last night."
Mr. Jiang explained shamelessly.
Thinking of what happened in the bathroom last night, Yanliang felt trembling all over.
The bathtub, the sink, the shower... It seems that every corner of this place has left traces of this man's lust. Yan Liang is now in it, as if he can feel the chest tightness and shortness of breath like last night: "You..."
It's a pity that he kissed him as soon as he said a word.
When Jiang Yunan let go of her after kissing her heartily, there was no time to catch her breath, and she was able to speak again: "You..."
Kissed him again.
After coming down again and again, Yanliang's legs became weak, and he thought in his heart: let him go!
Perhaps it would be a good choice to spend the rare leisure time in this endless kiss...
Yan Liang stretched her arms around his neck and kissed him back, but at the same time, the man left her lips and walked downstream along her body.
Because he missed this kiss, Yanliang closed his eyes and licked his lips dryly, but he didn't make her wait too long—Yanliang soon felt the sucking on his chest, and the tingling sensation went straight to the tip of her heart, which made her raise her body involuntarily .
Jiang Yunan held her back with one hand and hugged her back, not wanting to let her go any further. He quickly leaned over himself again, kissed her lips lingeringly, and at the same time opened her legs with his knees.
Yanliang was only wearing his shirt, with nothing under it, but now the shirt is piled around her waist, and the man's fingers entered her body, feeling the warmth and moisture there in advance.
Yan Liang tightly closed her eyes, her heart beating like thunder.
He didn't let it go until it became as slippery as oil from the caress of his fingertips. He raised his eyes to look at this woman, saw the confusion in her eyes, and then slightly lifted her buttocks.
This is a preparatory action, which indicates that the hunter will start to enjoy the deliciousness of the prey...
But at this moment, a sharp mobile phone ring suddenly came from the ears of the two of them.
The two of you look at me and I look at you, not sure whether to let the passion stop abruptly at this moment.
Until finally Yanliang shook his head vigorously, pushed him away and jumped off the sink.
She was busy putting on her shirt, "I, I'm going to answer the phone."
After speaking, he ran out.
Jiang Yunan subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but he only caught the wind from the corner of her shirt. He stood there, looking at the wide open bathroom door, with an expression of thirst or calmness, it was hard to tell.
Yan Liang ran to the coat rack beside the bed to get her bag, and took out her cell phone to answer.
But not only was her body still trapped in the passion just now, she seemed to have lost her mind in the bathroom, until she heard the mother on the other end of the phone ask suspiciously for the third time: "Yanliang, Yanliang, are you listening?" She didn't wake up. Come on.
"I'm listening, you talk." Yanliang hurriedly answered.
"I've already said it three times," Mother Yan was very speechless, and reluctantly said it the fourth time, "Go home for lunch today."
"No return."
Mother Yan seemed to have expected her daughter's immediate refusal, and immediately acted like an elder: "You have been living outside for almost half a year and I haven't said anything. It's enough for you, but this time you have to listen to me." Mine, you haven't visited your dad this time when he was hospitalized, you can come back to have a meal when he is discharged from the hospital today, you won't miss a piece of meat."
Yanliang involuntarily looked up at the junction between the bathroom and the bedroom—Jiang Yunan didn't follow her out of the bathroom, and he didn't know if it was because of disappointment or some other emotion, Yanliang was a little unwilling to deal with her mother: "I'll leave after eating."
"what ever."
Yanliang sighed silently and hung up the phone.
She got up and wanted to go back to the bathroom, but she unexpectedly ran into Jiang Yunan walking out of the bathroom leisurely.
At this moment, this man's body was covered with another layer of coldness, completely different from the man who dominated the lust just now, which made Yan Liang suddenly feel strange.
Indeed, apart from the physical relationship between her and him, she couldn't even claim to know him well enough.
"I want to go back to the mansion." Her tone couldn't help being unfamiliar, "Where are my clothes?"
Jiang Yunan didn't say anything. After lingering on her face for a moment, he walked towards the door and picked up the phone hanging on the wall.
Yan Liang sat by the bed and listened to him talking on the phone: It seems that he asked the dry cleaner to deliver the things.
Soon Jiang Yunan hung up the phone and walked towards her, Yanliang also got up at this time, she thought she had to say something: remember the passion that just ended abruptly, or regret the rich breakfast she didn't enjoy.
But before her thoughts came to fruition, Jiang Yunan spoke first: "Give me the key to your house."
Yan Liang was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"
"You don't have time to carry your luggage. I'll ask someone to carry it for you. Just come here at night."
His words are so simple and direct, and cannot be refused - not to mention that Yanliang has no intention of refusing, so when Jiang Yunan went directly to find the keys in her bag, Yanliang just looked at Quan silently as if she acquiesced.
Yanliang's appearance when she returned to the mansion really surprised Aunt Liang.
Whenever the second young lady of the Xu family returned to the mansion, she didn't have a straight face and no smile at all.
This time, he entered the door with a faint smile.
Aunt Liang was very puzzled by this, but she didn't dare to ask why.
While Yan Liang shocked others, she was also shocked by others:
Xu Ziqing and... Zhou Cheng came back for lunch together.
This scene was happening right in front of his eyes, Yanliang couldn't help looking at Zhou Cheng with a questioning look: "You guys..."
Yan Liang tried her best to choose her words: "Is the reconciliation the same as before? Have we become friends again, or have we made progress?"
It seemed that none of these words could accurately describe the chaotic relationship between Xu Ziqing and Zhou Cheng.
So I had to remain silent.
Zhou Cheng just smiled at Yan Liang, as if he didn't know how to explain it.
In this way, everyone ushered in lunch time with their own questions.
Yan Liang sat on the side with his mother, while Xu Ziqing and Zhou Cheng's father sat in the upper seat. They looked bad, but they were very friendly to Yan Liang. Seeing Yan Liang sitting there impatiently looking at his watch, he even explained to his daughter for the first time: "No more Wait, there's a guest who didn't show up."
After a pause, Yan Liang raised her head to look at her father, with a trace of disbelief hidden in her eyes.
Xu Ziqing and Zhou Cheng on the opposite side seemed quite surprised by the word "guest".
Yan Liang hadn't spoken to her father in a peaceful manner for a long time, and she really didn't know how to speak for a while, but Xu Ziqing, who was sitting opposite her, quickly asked for her: "Dad, who are you inviting over for dinner?"
As soon as Xu Ziqing finished speaking, before he got Xu Jinfu's answer, he heard footsteps not far away—
There is also a spirited apology: "Sorry, I'm late."
In this way, a string in Yan Liang's brain was plucked violently.
During the three seconds of freezing, Yanliang saw her mother's secretive smile, saw her father's amiable look, and naturally saw Xu Ziqing's expression that was even more shocked than her.
Afterwards, she resignedly followed the prestige.
Aunt Liang led the well-dressed Lu Zheng to the dining table, nodding apologetically to the others present.