Qu Jingzi glanced at the scene in the car and frowned slightly.
My father was sitting there in a straight suit, a woman buried her head in his lap, she couldn't see her face, only half of her white neck, and a foot made of jade.
Looking at the woman, he was a little dissatisfied, his mother had just died.
"I'm back." Qu Zhengming asked, "What's the matter?"
Qu Jingzi's face became even more serious, as he was also a man, of course he could hear some meaning in his father's voice.
"It's okay, I saw your car and came over to say hello."
"Hmm..." The voice was hoarse, and he said, "You go back first, I'll be later."
later? why later
Qu Jingzi pursed his lips tightly. The two were father and son. He and Qu Zhengming had the same habit of tapping things with their fingers when thinking.
He knocked on the roof of the car, made a tuk-tuk sound, and reminded, "Dad, don't forget my mother."
Qu Zhengming's hand shuttled through the woman's thick long hair, looming.
He said "um" and comforted his son: "Don't worry, she won't let her take your mother's place."
Obtaining his father's promise, Qu Jingzi was about to leave, and glanced at the woman's shoulder again, it was white and thin, dazzlingly white.
He thought of Yaoyao, that day in the forest, the skin he touched was soft and smooth, but unfortunately it was too dark to see it, if he could see it, it must be so charming.
"Dad," he stood still, bent over, and leaned on the car window, "please do something."
"What?"
"Find out a girl for me."
"who?"
"Yaoyao, Chen Yaoyao, from the same school as me, third year, mother's student, even came to the funeral." He saw that snow-white foot trembling slightly, and he didn't know why.
Qu Zhengming pressed Yaoyao's head even harder, and asked calmly, "What are you looking for?"
This question seemed to stop him. He frowned and thought for a long time before replying, "Check everything."
Qu Zhengming: "After checking, I will tell you."
Qu Jingzi turned around to leave, but turned back and asked, "Dad, how do you put the girl to bed?"
Qu Zhengming smiled: "Who are you coaxing?"
"Yaoyao, I want her."
"Then you only need two things: money and power."
Qu Jingzi thought for a while: "I won't bother you anymore, just enjoy yourself."
After speaking, he put his pockets on and left.
Qu Zhengming climbed up the car window and looked up Yaoyao's face, her face was covered with water stains, and his trousers were also covered in dark spots.
"Why are you crying?" Qu Zhengming asked hoarsely.
Yaoyao choked up slightly: "You are simply shameless."
Being scolded, he was not angry, but even smiled.
Yaoyao said angrily, "What are you laughing at?"
With deep eyes, Qu Zhengming replied, "I'll laugh at whatever you cry about."
After finishing speaking, before Yaoyao could react, she opened the door, bent down, and picked her up.
Yaoyao also lost her only slipper, she exclaimed: "My shoe..."
Qu Zhengming's Adam's apple slipped: "No more."
After finishing speaking, he said to the side: "Order, no one is allowed to reveal Miss Yaoyao's identity."
The parking place was not close to the house, at least two hundred meters away. Qu Zhengming carried her into the house without panting. Unexpectedly, they ran into Qu Jingzi again in the house.
Yaoyao hurriedly buried her head in his arms again.
Qu Jingzi was watching TV, when she heard the sound, she turned her head, her eyes fell on the large water stain between Qu Zhengming's legs, and she couldn't help stabbing his father: "Dad, you are not young, can you take it easy?" point."
Qu Zhengming really pampered Qu Jingzi, and he wasn't even angry. He smiled, patted Yaoyao's butt, and said, "I don't care about that, I have to ask her."
Qu Jingzi glanced at the girl in his arms, she must be the one just now, but this time she was covered by her long hair, so she couldn't see the snow-white shoulders, but the pair of jade feet were exposed in front of his eyes. Without cover.
Qu Jingzi watched the woman being carried upstairs by her father.
He knew exactly what would happen next.
He kept pressing the remote control to change channels, but none of them were to his liking.
Why is Yaoyao unwilling to be intimate with him
She said it was too fast, but they had known each other for so many days.
Now they say they want to break up.
Qu Jingzi randomly found a science and education channel, and watched it absent-mindedly.
Qu Zhengming carried Yaoyao to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to visit Jingzi's room?"
Yaoyao's already pale face became even more ugly, she moved back a few times, curled up her legs, and shook her head.
The snow-white feet rested on the dark green sheets, which made the lining whiter and thinner.
Qu Zhengming watched with fire in his eyes.
He picked Yaoyao up and said, "I'll take you to see Jingzi's studio."
"No, I'm not going!"
Yaoyao struggled violently in his arms.
Qu Zhengming slapped her hard, hitting her buttocks.
There was a "snap", a burning pain.
Yaoyao gritted her teeth, afraid that Qu Jingzi would hear her, so she kept silent.
Qu Zhengming smiled: "Here, you have no right to say no."
Yaoyao was taken by him to Qu Jingzi's studio, which was full of his works, and there were three trophies in the cabinet next to him. Yaoyao studied painting. One is great, let alone three, and Qu Jingzi is only eighteen years old this year.
The trophies are not the most conspicuous. In the studio, the most eye-catching things are the rows of paint tools on the table and the paintings on the wall.
Yaoyao doesn't have much talent for creation, but she doesn't need appreciation. She can tell that the paintings on the wall are even better than the ones he took for the competition.
Whether it is the use of colors and lines, or the grasp of angles, they are all unique. Compared with the old artists, they are immature, but they are also immature.
Yaoyao seemed to be completely attracted by the works on the wall. She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, admiring each piece of work with her head up, her eyes shone with blurred light.
Qu Zhengming casually took a thumb-thick brush and played with it in the palm of his hand. His eyes followed Yaoyao, and with a scorching temperature, he looked at her slender and graceful neck, as well as her attractive pair of hands on the floor. foot.
Yaoyao was looking at the painting when she was suddenly surrounded by the man's scorching breath. She couldn't help but tremble when she heard him ask: "You also learned painting, how do you compare with Jing Zi?"
He asked frivolously, scratching her face with the clean brush.
Yaoyao wanted to avoid the brush head, but Qu Jingzi's brushes were very expensive, they were made of natural bristles, each one had hundreds of thousands of them, it felt very good to the touch, and it was itchy and slippery when scratched on the face.
She grabbed his hand and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"
Qu Zhengming sneered, "What are you talking about?"
Holding her chin with one hand, holding a brush in the other, teasing her nose.
Yaoyao gritted her teeth, endured the commotion at the tip of her nose, looked at Qu Jingzi's trophy, and said anxiously: "Let's go, don't stay here anymore."
"Why not here?" Qu Zhengming was faintly excited, his voice was unbelievably hoarse.
She pleaded uneasily, "He'll find out."
"Oh, that's right, at this time yesterday, you were still Jingzi's girlfriend." Qu Zhengming teased her while kissing her.
There was a touch of humiliation in this ridicule.
Yaoyao pushed him hard, biting his hand like a small animal. The tooth marks on the tiger's mouth before have not faded, and new injuries have been added.
"You bastard, shameless! He'll find out, he'll find out."
Qu Zhengming smiled, pushed her against the wall, clasped her wrists with one hand, and raised them above her head, suppressing her resistance.
He had a smile on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was his disdain or something else because of his fear of her.
"I'm shameless? Then what are you?"
It's too hard, Yaoyao can only continue to beg him, repeating what he will find out.
Qu Zhengming stopped and squinted his eyes: "So afraid of being discovered by him? Why, he hasn't touched you yet?"
Before Yaoyao could answer, he came to his senses: "That's right, if you succeeded, you wouldn't have asked me that question just now."
Yaoyao: "Let's go quickly, he will come up soon."
Qu Zhengming smiled, and comforted him: "Don't worry, he's down there, and he's going to sleep in the bedroom when he comes up, so he won't come here."
It seemed that he made a special trip to slap Qu Zhengming in the face, but as soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of Qu Jingzi's footsteps going upstairs.
Yaoyao's face turned pale, and she shivered under him.
Qu Zhengming said with a breathy smile: "I can't go out now, once I go out, I will be seen by him."
Yaoyao cried, tears falling down one by one.
Qu Zhengming's face was slightly gloomy, and she didn't cry when she asked him for help in the nightclub that day.
The footsteps were getting closer.
He let go of her hand, wrapped her arms around her waist, took a deep breath of the fragrance on her neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, he won't come here."
Yaoyao just shook her head, as if even defense was meaningless, she closed her eyes as if appointed.
Qu Zhengming: "Okay, there's nothing to cry about, his bedroom is in the front, he won't come here at all..."
Today seemed to be out of character with Qu Zhengming, Qu Jingzi slapped him in the face again, the sound of footsteps passed the bedroom without stopping, and instead approached the studio.
Yaoyao's whole body was stiff, and her lips were almost bleeding from the bite.
The footsteps stopped in front of the studio door, and he was about to open it.
As long as he pushes the door, he can see the scene in the room at a glance.
Qu Zhengming frowned.
Yaoyao closed her eyes, waiting for the final judgment.
With a click, the door opened.
At the same time, there was the sound of something else opening.
After a burst of dizziness, Yaoyao had already entered a confined space when she opened her eyes again.
It's a cabinet!
The tactile sensation underfoot... is paper.
This is the cabinet where Qu Jingzi puts papers.
The door was locked again, Yaoyao heard the voice of Qu Jingzi coming in, he asked suspiciously: "Why is the light on?"
Of course no one answered him.
Yaoyao covered her mouth, feeling the joy of surviving after a catastrophe.
She was not found.