[Zhao Yunqing: wait for the waiter. ]
On the way to Zhao Yunqing's house, he sent such a message.
Su Nuo put down her phone, rested her chin on one hand and looked out of the window. When she caught a glimpse of a passing store, her long eyelashes trembled and she stopped the driver.
"I'll go down."
The car stopped by the side of the road, Su Nuo got out of the car, and she came back soon, with a small pink bag in her hand.
Zhao Yunqing's driver was very curious: "A gift for Mr.?"
Su Nuo hung her head halfway, and gave a soft "hmm", a gift, maybe it's a gift.
Half an hour later, the driver drove Su Nuo to Zhao Yunqing's small resort in the suburbs.
The two-story small western-style building was built by the lake, backed by jungle hills, with an uninhabited area of a hundred miles, it is indeed a secluded and good place for having an affair.
The driver drove Su Nuo to the ground and drove away. She carried the bag across the boardwalk, stopped in front of the house, fumbled for the key and opened the door.
The interior decoration is low-key and simple, and the furniture is the most common, which surprised Su Nuo. She originally thought that someone like Zhao Yunqing would be a hero in living, but it turned out not to be, even very simple.
Su Nuo changed her shoes, carried her skirt and went upstairs lightly.
There were two rooms upstairs, and the door of one of them was ajar, and she cautiously poked half of her head in.
— empty.
The big bed next to the window was neatly made, the laptop was turned on, and the coffee on the table was still steaming.
Su Nuo frowned, and when she was about to look elsewhere, a clear and gentle voice came from her ear: "Little cat, what are you doing?"
Su Nuo was so frightened that she leaned on the door frame and looked over.
His eyes were happy, obviously satisfied with Su Nuo's reaction.
Su Nuo hurriedly stood up: "You let me come in directly, so I didn't knock on the door."
"Oh." Zhao Yunqing looked down, "What's in your hand?"
He was wearing a dark blue bathrobe, with his hands in the pockets on both sides, and the neckline was tightly held together. Su Nuo's clear eyes actually made Su Nuo a little guilty, and she slowly, slowly hid the things behind her back.
There are ghosts at a glance.
Zhao Yunqing raised one eyebrow, relying on his long arms, he easily
Ju picked up the bag, opened it, and smiled meaningfully.
Su Nuo rubbed her earlobe, and took two steps back: "I, I'm going to take a bath."
He pulled him back and carried him to the bed: "It's over, I'll wait for you to wash." He said, biting the soft and white earlobe of the person in his arms.
"..."
"..."
Night fell quickly.
The countryside far away from the hustle and bustle of the city is unusually quiet, even the sky is much lower, the night sky is full of stars, clustered with bright moons twinkling. The old tree outside the window was blooming lushly, and unknown insects circled around the branches and chirped.
Everything looks peaceful.
"I don't want it anymore..." Su Nuo's voice was low and hoarse, listening carefully, her trembling tone was tired.
She felt a wave of heat surging from her body, and her tiredness was overwhelming her.
Slap.
Fumbling with his slender fingertips, he turned on the desk lamp, and the dim yellow light lit up the night.
The man got out of bed, rearranged the unraveled bathrobe, glanced at the drowsy Su Nuo with peach blossom eyes, then went out with disheveled hair, and came back with an extra cup of hot milk tea in his hand.
Zhao Yunqing brought the cup to her mouth: "Replenish your physical strength."
Su Nuo slowly got up wrapped in the quilt, stretched out a hand from inside, holding the cup and slowly pouring slightly sweet milk tea into her mouth.
The warmth moisturised her dry throat, and her physical strength gradually recovered.
Su Nuo raised her eyes, and when she saw a circle of red marks on Zhao Yunqing's wrist, she lowered her head and looked around pretending to be ignorant.
Zhao Yunqing laughed immediately, rubbed his panting wrist lightly, and narrowed his eyes: "Huh? Don't you like props?"
Su Nuo: "..." blushed.
He was not annoyed, and smiled a little bit in a tolerant way.
Su Nuo suddenly felt ashamed, put down the cup and ran into the bathroom to wash it, leaving Zhao Yunqing to tidy up the room.
Naturally, Zhao Yunqing's residence does not have girls' clothes, so she can only make do with the other's shirt from a few years ago. The striped shirt was so baggy that it reached her thighs.
"I'm ready to go back." Su Nuo looked at the time, nine o'clock, not too late.
Zhao Yunqing lazily leaned against the wall, his black eyes glowing: "I'm hungry."
Su Nuo picked up clothes everywhere: "Then you order takeaway."
Zhao Yunqing: "There is no takeaway in this place."
Su Nuo said again: "Then eat it tomorrow, the health book says that if you don't eat at night, your life expectancy will be increased by half."
"..." Zhao Yunqing understood, this is a little white-eyed wolf.
He took a few steps forward, and when Su Nuo wasn't paying attention, he directly grabbed the corset from her hand into the palm of his hand.
Su Nuo was stunned, and raised her head: "What are you doing?"
His eyes were deep, and his voice was sexy and aggrieved: "I fed your stomach, so you don't care about mine?" Zhao Yunqing continued to condemn, "Junior Sister Su Nuo, people are mutual, you can't be so heartless. "
Su Nuo: "..."
Su Nuo: "I see, I'll just make it for you, return the clothes to me."
After a pause, he picked up the half cup of milk tea next to him and gently swished it up, without any affectation: "Ah, my hand slipped."
"...?"
"Don't worry, I'll clean it up for you." Zhao Yunqing rolled her eyes, and took the dirty underwear into the bathroom.
Su Nuo: "...??"
He did it on purpose! ! !
The refrigerator is full of ingredients, everything you need.
Su Nuo rolled up the wide sleeves of his shirt and looked at the contents of the refrigerator, "Senior Brother Zhao, what do you like to eat?"
After washing his clothes, Zhao Yunqing sat on the soft sofa with his long legs crossed, holding a cup of coffee, flipping through an old book leisurely and comfortably.
He thought for a few seconds: "It's fine if it's not spicy."
Zhao Yunqing's throat is sensitive to chili, so he can't touch it.
Su Nuo groaned and had an idea.
Time passed slowly, and the aroma of food floated from the kitchen into the living room. Zhao Yunqing was not hungry at first, but after smelling the rich aroma, he was really hungry. He put down his book and walked to the kitchen: "Are you ready?"
"Hurry up, I'm waiting for five minutes."
Several dishes have been served on the table, such as stir-fried vegetables, steamed sea bass, and a dish of sweet and sour chicken wings. Zhao Yunqing reached for the chicken wings.
Seeing that he was about to get close, Su Nuo patted it with a chopstick, the threat in his eyes was strong.
Zhao Yunqing pursed his lips and argued calmly: "I'll bring it up for you."
At this time the soup was ready, Su Nuo carefully served it out.
At the dinner table, Zhao Yunqing ate elegantly while holding chopsticks.
She has a small appetite, two bites are enough, she sips the remaining soup, and looks at Zhao Yunqing with her eyes, "Are you left-handed?"
Zhao Yunqing paused with his fingertips, and quickly nodded: "Hmm, is that strange?"
Su Nuo shook her head: "I heard that left-handed people are smart."
King Rongqing and the crown prince are both left-handed. One of them is thoughtful and strategic, while the other is cold-hearted and ruthless.
Thinking of these two people, Su Nuo lost her appetite, put down the spoon, and looked out the window at night with a depressed mood.
Zhao Yunqing's eyes dimmed, and his voice was soft: "Do you want to see fireflies?"
Su Nuo shook her head: "I don't want to, the fireflies look so scary." After speaking, she got up to pack the dishes.
Zhao Yunqing: "..."