Chapter 14: The big flat is so embarrassed that tears are about to fall

Qiao Ruoying closed her computer, walked towards him, brushing her hair with her hands, and asked knowingly, "Am I going home tonight?"

She had already stood in front of him. Jiang Zong grabbed her waist and squeezed it hard. It was smooth and soft.

"You can go back if you want, but I'm afraid your legs will be too weak to walk."

His expression was still cold, but his words were full of tension. Qiao Ruoying responded to the force of his palm and hummed softly, saying:

"I don't have any clothes here."

She was indeed a little worried about the clothes.

The autumn in Luocheng is still hot and humid, and clothes have to be changed every day. Qiao Ruoying remembered what her homeroom teacher taught her when she was in middle school: "If girls don't change their clothes every day, others will think you didn't go home at night."

"Take mine on first." Jiang Zongye said.

His voice was also unstable, and the hot air sprayed on her earlobe, making her ear tip and scalp tingle.

Jiang Zong is nearly thirty years old, but since he took over Taehyung at the age of 22, he has been devoted to his work and has spent very little time on matters between men and women. The night he ran into Qiao Ruoying was his first time, and he also got a taste of it.

Qiao Ruoying's seductive methods were not sophisticated, but they were enough when she met a "new recruit" like Jiang Zongye.

He stroked up from the bottom of her short T-shirt, without even unbuttoning her French bra, and held her by the edge of the underwire.

"I'll have someone buy you another set to wear to work tomorrow."

He also took into consideration the fact that she would have nothing to wear to work tomorrow.

Her lips parted, panting slightly as he kneaded and teased her wantonly. Her eyes were hazy, and the dozens of steps from the study to the bedroom seemed particularly long. She endured the feelings he brought to her, and her voice became more charming:

"Tell them not to buy anything too expensive."

It's too expensive and not her style. If she wears it to the company tomorrow, it might get exposed.

Jiang Zong also understood what she meant. He said "hmm" and called Li Zheng on the spot to tell him to buy her some affordable clothes.

After everything was done, Qiao Ruoying felt a little less worried, but she soon remembered that she hadn't taken a shower yet.

"I haven't showered yet..."

"Wait until it's over before washing."

Without saying anything, he put his arm around her shoulders, his other hand around her knees, picked her up in a princess hug, and brought her into the deep and spacious bedroom.

Qiao Ruoying placed a delicate hand on his broad shoulders. She was a woman of plump figure, and although she knew she was quite heavy, Jiang Zong could still lift her up effortlessly. He was truly a man with the utmost boyfriend power.

She snuggled in his arms like a little bird, thinking of Rongrong, the dream girl who often praised Boss Jiang for being so handsome and so charming, and she could taste it a little bit.

Moreover, she had a strange thought in her mind tonight, and she wanted to do something good to Jiang Zong as well.

Because he was good to her, she was good to him too.

However, Jiang Zong could also treat her well by teaching her Excel, bringing her back to Tianxi Huanyu, and making steak for her. What benefits could she give to be kind to Jiang Zong?

In essence, this is still a problem of social status mismatch and inequality in the secular sense.

What Jiang Zong also needs, and what she can give him, is this little bit of joy.

As she was thinking this, he had already carried her to the King-size bed, her back touching the soft and elastic Hästens mattress. He had already started to peel off her jeans, and her white legs emerged from the blue fabric, making her skin look even whiter.

Looking at the end of the fabric, Jiang Zongye saw that the panties were small and thin. His eyes suddenly dimmed. He wished he could ravage her severely and hear her cry.

"Hmm...what should I do when the person who brings the clothes comes later?"

Qiao Ruoying moved her delicate hand down to try to cover herself, but it was no use. Jiang Zong also took her wrist away, determined to take a closer look.

She kicked and kicked like crazy, refusing to do what he wanted, so he grabbed her ankles tightly.

He also sensed that she was unhappy when someone looked at her. Last time in the office, when he wanted to take a look, she burst into tears, her eyes tearful and so pitiful.

"Why don't you show it to me?"

He pinched her cheek, their faces close together, and asked maliciously.

"..." Qiao Ruoying was so embarrassed that tears fell from her eyes.

Look at the questions he asked, so embarrassing.

She looked at his thin lips through her tear-filmed lychee eyes. They were rosy and sharp, and had a good lip shape, but why did he smile so evilly?

He teased her...woooo, bullied her.

For a moment, Qiao Ruoying wanted to kiss him.

Perhaps they were both too distracted by passion on their first night, so they kissed each other lip to lip, but that time at the Bulgari Hotel, Jiang Zong was sober and he did not kiss her.

Perhaps only people who love each other would kiss, and she and Jiang Zong could not be considered to be in love.

Qiao Ruoying felt sad when she realized this. She didn't even dare to kiss him, so she had to settle for the next best thing by rubbing her lips against his. She held his face and kissed the tip of his ear, kissed the warmth under his earlobe, and then nibbled it gently with her teeth.

Jiang Zongye had never had his ears touched before. She kissed and bit him, and everything from the auricle to the center of the ear to the scalp was numb. The already strong feeling became even stronger. He slapped her butt hard with his big palm and said in a hoarse voice: "You little devil."

Sometimes she is passionate and unrestrained, and sometimes she is extremely shy. He cannot control her in this regard, so he finds it particularly exciting.

The two men were facing each other. Qiao Ruoying wanted to lie down, but Jiang Zong refused and gestured for her to prop up her wrists.

...

Two overlapping shadows were cast on the wall.

By the end, both of them were sweating profusely.

Qiao Ruoying got up, took a shower and blew her hair dry.

This match finally made up for the one that was interrupted at Bulgari on Saturday.

"One more round?" Jiang Zongye's voice was a little rough and hoarse, like the bass plucked from a cello string, slowly stirring the heartstrings, and still leaving some traces of wanting more.

Qiao Ruoying was wrapped in a snow blanket. She stretched her legs and felt a tendon pulling at her knee, making her unable to exert any strength.

"No, I have to go to work tomorrow and I don't have the energy."

She covered her face with her hands and spoke softly.

If it happens again, she will probably have to stay up until two in the morning. She has to get up at seven-thirty in the morning, and five and a half hours of sleep is not enough. She doesn't want to work with her eyelids fighting each other tomorrow.

"You're out of energy now? I didn't see you trying very hard the whole time."

Although Jiang Zongye's tone was a little complaining, his narrow peach blossom eyes were full of smiles.

There was a hint of pride hidden in his smile, and this little bit of pride made his eyes brighter.

Qiao Ruoying looked at his smug expression and felt vaguely amused.

She usually couldn't figure out what other people were thinking, but at this moment, she suddenly had an idea:

Jiang Zong was also feeling proud of himself for making her so weak all over.

She thought to herself, just try to be as flirty as you can, you are such a reserved guy!

"If you don't get enough sleep at night, how can you have the energy to work for the capitalists during the day?" Qiao Ruoying joked in a weak voice.

This "capitalist" was pointing at him.

Jiang Zongye's lips twitched, he leaned over and touched her forehead, and said in a low and fierce voice:

"Go to sleep! If you don't, the capitalists will force you to work illegally."

Working illegally?

Qiao Ruoying reacted.

Jiang Zong also called sex on the bed "working illegally"?

Well, it's done secretly, without anyone knowing, in a room with curtains drawn, so how can it not be considered illegal work?

Wow, she is now considered an illegal worker.

Jiang Zong also walked out of the living room, took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and drank it all in one gulp.

The icy spring water that flowed down his throat cooled his restless body bit by bit. Although he was still unsatisfied, he was still sober. He knew that they both had to go to work. He was strong enough to hold on, but Qiao Ruoying's weak body couldn't bear it, so he let her go.

However, I originally thought that just getting close to her and wanting her would quench my thirst, but now the more I do it, the thirstier I become. No matter what I do, I feel like something is missing and I am not satisfied.

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Taiheng Group started clocking in and out at nine o'clock, and Jiang Zong also got up at seven o'clock. The rustling sound of him changing clothes woke up Qiao Ruoying.

She tilted her head and saw the soft pillow standing upright in the middle of the bed, tall and fluffy, like a wall.

Qiao Ruoying was stunned for a while.

The seagull-grey curtains were half-open, letting in the bright morning light, which slightly washed away the ambiguous and romantic atmosphere of last night.

Jiang Zong also turned around and saw her sitting on the bed. She had not yet fully woken up, her eyes were slightly shrunken, and her eyes were cute, innocent, and gentle.

There is a wisp of hair on its head, which makes it look even more adorable.

"Good morning, get dressed, wash up, and have breakfast when you wake up." Jiang Zong also greeted her in a calm voice.

Qiao Ruoying nodded and mumbled "Good morning".

On the bedside table, there was a long skirt and spare clothes brought back for her by her secretary Ada.

Jiang Zongye's subordinates provided excellent service. When she picked up the clothes and took a closer look, she found that the tags had been cut off and the clothes had been washed. The tags were not thrown away and were placed neatly on the clothes. When she picked it up and took a closer look, she found that the brand was ZARA.

She knew the brand ZARA, a fast fashion brand, and it was the kind of clothes she could afford if she gritted her teeth and wear without arousing suspicion from her colleagues.

She walked out of the living room wearing this skirt. Jiang Zongye was drinking a cup of American coffee in a mug. He raised his eyes and his gaze fell on her.

She wore an off-white suit skirt with a thin belt in the middle that outlined her waist. The skirt reached her knees, revealing her long, slender legs.

It was clearly an OL-style suit skirt, but it was stretched a little too tight by her. Jiang Zong's eyes wandered over her for a long time.

Bathed in his gaze, Qiao Ruoying felt shy.

What man's gaze was like Jiang Zongye's? It was fixed, open, and filled with a scorching heat that seemed to burn holes in her skirt.

She couldn't help but wonder, do those wireless employees who worship Jiang Zongye as a god and adore him know that Jiang Zongye is so uninhibited in private?

I definitely don't know. A reserved person like Jiang Zongye must have acted very prestigious and serious in front of these people.

Just like she had just joined the company a month ago, she and Jiang Zong had no intersection at that time. It was only before a regular meeting that she saw him surrounded by a group of managers from the business unit, R&D department, finance department, and sales department in the company. Everyone nodded and bowed to him, and he was full of momentum, with a graceful demeanor. Whether in temperament or appearance, he was the most outstanding and excellent one.

At that time, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Zongye's profile from the crowded crowd. It was a stunning glimpse, a glimpse that lasted a lifetime - she truly understood the meaning of these two words.

But he seemed so out of reach.

So she also felt that Jiang Zongye was serious, rigid, and abstinent, a career elite who only cared about work and not women.

I only realized today that this is not the case at all! He was just playing around and flirting with me secretly.

Speaking of Jiang Zong's ability to play, it reminded her of last night...

She also begged him to turn off the lights, but this time Jiang Zong did not agree with her. He turned off the main lights and left a shell wall lamp at the door. The dim and hazy light was not good enough for reading, but it was perfect for watching people.

"You cry so beautifully. The more you cry, the more I want to kill you." He fixed his eyes on her and said in a hoarse voice.

Then she was really killed by him, almost to death.

The dim light illuminated her soft and beautiful appearance, with creamy skin and pearly luster, just like the beauties in classical Western oil paintings.

"You look better dressed like this."

Jiang Zong also spoke.

Qiao Ruoying's lychee eyes widened slightly, as if she couldn't believe it.

Is Jiang Zongye complimenting her? Complimenting her on her beautiful clothes?

He... seldom praises others.

Of course, I feel happy when being praised by others, let alone being praised by the serious Jiang Zong.

In a good mood, Qiao Ruoying ate the salmon and avocado salad for breakfast.

Jiang Zong didn't eat with her either. His cell phone kept ringing early in the morning and he was always answering calls, so he had to wait until he got in the car to eat his salmon salad.

He understood Qiao Ruoying's desire to avoid suspicion and agreed to let her take the subway to the company, which was only two stops away anyway.

Until she left, Jiang Zongye was still answering the phone.

She felt a sense of loss in her heart, which she couldn't explain.

She vaguely felt that behind closed doors, her relationship with Jiang Zongye was not so hierarchical. She could call him "Boss Jiang" or speak directly without choosing her words. She could even call him "Brother" or "Brother Zongye" in bed, and he would love to hear it.

But outside the house, they were clearly in a superior-subordinate relationship. She would call him "Boss Jiang" and consider herself a subordinate serving him; and Jiang Zong would also return to his workplace self, sitting in the main seat, the stern boss of the group.

She should sing the songs of the mountain she is on. She is still an administrative assistant now. Does she really think that she can turn her life around just by sleeping with Jiang Zong a few times?

Qiao Ruoying quickly regained her optimistic nature and went to the dryer to get her clothes from last night.

Her clean white T-shirt and jeans were dried in the dryer until they were soft and fragrant. When she reached out to take them out, the refreshing aroma of black pine and juniper came from behind her, and the man's tall body enveloped her from top to bottom.

"Why are you taking the clothes away? You still have to come back to continue studying tonight."

She felt a slight pain, itch, and numbness in her earlobe. It was Jiang Zong who was pinching her earlobe from behind and kneading it.

The girl's earlobes were white and very sensitive, so she kept hiding behind him. However, Jiang Zong really liked the touch of her earlobes and watched with satisfaction as her earlobes gradually turned crimson.

When she heard him say "Come over tonight to continue studying", her hands that were rummaging for clothes stopped there for a moment, and she guessed what Jiang Zongye meant in her heart: He asked her to come over tonight, could he be doing that kind of thing again?

Sure enough, tonight is another night to continue paying off debts and working illegally.

She was about to be promoted to a high-level cattle-slave who "worked during the day and worked at night."

They came out of the flat and waited for the elevator. The elevator surface, as smooth as gilded gold, reflected the hazy figures of the two people. They were tall and slender, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, and they seemed to be a good match.

"Wait." Qiao Ruoying patted her head lightly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zong also said calmly.

"We forgot to turn off the lights in the living room. Shall we go back and turn them off now?"

“…”

It turned out to be such a trivial matter.

Jiang Zongye never developed the habit of turning off lights. Although the world is promoting energy conservation and emission reduction, he wondered how much energy a chandelier could use.

A chandelier was not worth his attention.

Besides, he is not one of those "anti-environmentalists" who travels on private jets every day and spews out a lot of carbon dioxide from the tail of the plane.

But Jiang Zong also lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on Qiao Ruoying's face. Her eyes were filled with seriousness, as if turning off the lights was a very important matter to her.

Really... looks like a primary school student with a bright red scarf hanging on his chest.

He returned to the front of the large flat and used his fingerprint to open the touch lock. Qiao Ruoying walked in, took off her high heels in two strokes, and walked around barefoot. "Pa pa pa" turned off the lights in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom, and the color difference in the house returned to the same as natural daylight.

Look at her walking barefoot on the large flat floor, her small white feet, her nails are clean, cherry pink.

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The author has something to say: Boss Jiang: Woman, you are playing with fire (murmur) (bubble sound) (wall dong)

Yingbao: [question mark][question mark] (pulls out a bottle of stain remover with backhand) (use with degreaser and deodorizer) (sprays it on her) (finally feeling much better!)

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