Chapter 24: "Our Yingying is thin-skinned"

"If you keep asking these questions, I won't pay attention to you anymore."

Qiao Ruoying's voice was trembling, and she shook off his hand with shame and anger.

She hadn't run a few steps before Jiang Zongye grabbed her slender wrist.

He dragged her back into his arms and held the back of her neck, very firmly.

The sycamore trees cast scattered shadows on them.

The man in the Chesterfield coat pressed the girl hard in his arms, the toes of her lambskin shoes pointed at the toes of his Oxford leather shoes, the hem of her little white dress swept across his trouser legs, the fabric rustled and rubbed, making an ambiguous sound.

She trembled in his arms like an autumn leaf, tears hanging on her cheeks, like white camellias covered with mountain dew in the early morning.

Many times, he could hardly feel her emotions.

She was always so well-behaved in front of him, and would only say "Okay, Mr. Jiang" and "Yes, Mr. Jiang".

But this time, he truly felt that she was shy, so shy that she wanted to cry.

His mind raced, and the book on how to coax women that he borrowed from Li Shengjie finally came in handy.

No matter what, just coax her first.

"I was wrong. I apologize to Yingying."

"Yingying, don't be angry with me anymore."

Qiao Ruoying's tears were almost welling up in her eyes, but when she heard him call her "Yingying", her heart was struck by lightning. She was pinned in his arms, unable to move, and her fingertips clenched his cashmere sleeves tighter and tighter.

He also called her "Yingying"?

Such a hypocritical repetition of words, spoken with the touch of his upper and lower red lips, was actually quite cute.

She raised her eyes in his arms, her lychee eyes were red, the tip of her nose was also red, and she said in a muffled voice:

"You, you are shameless, indecent, shameless, you bastard."

This four-character phrase is used quite well.

Jiang Zong also touched the tip of his tall nose and admitted it readily:

"Yes, yes, I am a dog man."

Qiao Ruoying sniffed and held back her tears.

This trend doesn't seem right. Isn't Jiang Zong her boss?

How come the way they were interacting just now seemed a bit like a young couple flirting?

And she was just like Lin Daiyu who acted like a spoiled brat in front of Jia Baoyu, and it was so natural?

And this was not the first time that she had acted like a spoiled child in front of him. Last time, after finishing work in the office, she threw herself into Jiang Zongye's arms and sobbed for a long time.

“…”

Realizing this, Qiao Ruoying was almost petrified.

What on earth did she think of Jiang Zongye? How could she act like a spoiled brat and throw a tantrum in front of her superior?

But on second thought, no boss is like Jiang Zongye, having an affair with a junior administrative assistant at the bottom of the company...

Thinking of this, Qiao Ruoying felt relieved again.

Jiang Zong seemed to feel that his apology was not sincere enough, so his calloused palm slid down, cupped her chin, and turned her face up so that she could look him in the eye.

"I was wrong. Our Yingying is shy and won't say such things again."

As he spoke, he scratched her hot face with his slender index finger. The hard calluses touched her thin skin, causing an unbearable itch.

After being hit by Jiang Zongye's series of punches, Qiao Ruoying's lychee eyes were hazy and she felt like she was about to lose her way.

Actually...it's not that you can't say it at all. You can still say it when you are in bed, hiding under the quilt.

There was an atmosphere and a good state of mind at that time.

What surprised her even more was that Jiang Zongye's skill in coaxing women had improved by leaps and bounds, and he almost coaxed her into pregnancy.

"We, we, who are you talking about us?" Qiao Ruoying wiped away her tears and complained in a soft voice.

"You. You and me, that's us." Jiang Zong said without changing his expression.

Qiao Ruoying glanced at his face suspiciously.

Jiang Zong was also calm and composed. He had become shrewd and sharp through his experience in the human world. He said one thing to one person and another thing to another person, as long as he achieved his goal.

Anyway, she couldn't tell whether Jiang Zongye's words "You and I are us" were meant to coax her to stop crying sooner, or whether he really believed it.

Blown by the autumn wind, Qiao Ruoying's hot and swollen brain also cleared up, and her heart became clear and transparent again.

"Let's go up quickly." She sniffed and tugged at his sleeve.

The shadows of the sycamore trees swayed in the night wind. The weather forecast said it would rain tonight.

She lives on the third floor.

The narrow staircase had an iron handrail that had been corroded by time and had lost its outer green paint, revealing a rusty inner layer. The dim light reflected his broad shoulders and his Chesterfield coat had a matte luster.

Qiao Ruoying turned around and saw Jiang Zong also walking under the lights, which made her feel awkward no matter how she looked at him.

He was wearing a brand new coat with a perfect silhouette and a calm demeanor. He should appear in an occasion full of elegant ladies and a life of luxury, not in this rental house with a narrow and dim corridor.

In a nutshell, it feels like a young master has come down to earth to experience the sufferings of the world.

Jiang Zong was also led into the house by her and the door was closed.

There is a moss carpet at the entrance, with pieces of deep and light green, aqua blue, velvet pink, and bright yellow embedded in the carpet. It is so beautiful that people are reluctant to step on it.

"Where are your slippers?" he asked.

Although the trunk of his Bentley was stocked with supplies for the overnight stay, since Qiao Ruoying had prepared them for him, he wanted to use what she bought.

"In the bag you have in your hand."

As Qiao Ruoying spoke, she opened the drawer of the entrance cabinet, picked up a pair of scissors and handed it to him.

Jiang Zongye quickly and efficiently cut off the labels of the slippers with scissors, placed them on the ground, and stepped into them one by one.

With the help of the corner lamp at the entrance, Qiao Ruoying bravely glanced at his feet.

His feet were plump and long, his nails were a healthy pink, his insteps were bulging with tendons and bones, and his ankles were entangled with several strong blue veins, as if they would bounce back immediately if you pressed them.

Just a few glances made her ears feel hot and she quickly looked away.

She glanced at the cloud alarm clock on the table. It was only ten o'clock in the evening. Knowing his temper, it was impossible for him to go to bed early and get up early. He would only go to bed late and get up early to work hard.

"Mr. Jiang, would you like to do some work on my desk?"

Jiang Zong was also slowly scanning her room.

There are many fabric elements in the room, and the overall color is Maillard. There is a TV on the left wall, and a pumpkin-colored fabric sofa on the right wall. Several pillows are loosely leaning on the sofa, looking very soft.

In front of the sofa was a bamboo-colored carpet, on which was placed a small round table;

The white porcelain vase on the small round table has a large belly and a long neck, with a few large swallowtail flowers sparsely inserted inside, the flowers are beautifully and gracefully shaped.

The light purple petals, as light as a cloud at sunset, add a touch of contrasting colors to the room.

The house is rented, but the days are not.

It can be seen that she manages her life very carefully.

"good."

Jiang Zong also responded, but walked to her sofa and sat down, his eyes fixed on the coffee table.

Qiao Ruoying sat down on the sofa with him, an arm's length away, with a hint of pride in her smile.

"Do these flowers look familiar?"

"It was discarded from the conference room table flowers, and I took it home."

Although she picked up some discarded flowers from the company, she would not feel embarrassed in front of Jiang Zongye.

She also believed that Jiang Zong would not mind.

Sure enough, Jiang Zong also took a look at the overall match and secretly praised "This match is good" and said:

"Turning trash into treasure is great! Why don't you take a few more?"

"As for the table flowers, they will be divided equally among the entire administrative department."

Qiao Ruoying said in a low voice.

Not only she and Rongrong were counting on these flowers to spruce up their bare rental house, but several senior staff members in the administration department and the logistics department were also counting on them.

Every time, everyone would chatter, "I want roses," "I want the yellow ones," "I've decided on the blue ones," and the scene was as lively as the grandpas and ladies in the supermarket scrambling for discounted vegetables.

When he looked closely, he found that the petals of these large swallowtail flowers were a little wilted, like torn purple clouds, scattered on the small round table.

He wouldn't feel sorry to throw such wilted petals into the trash can, but she picked them up and treated them as treasures, carefully keeping them in a vase.

In his large flat in Tianxi Huanyu, a florist replaced expensive and beautiful flowers for him every day. If a petal wilted, it was the florist's fault.

Through a few small flowers, he seemed to see once again the huge gap between them.

However, she always refused to enjoy more financial benefits from him, refused to take the clothes he bought, and even refused to open the gifts he asked her to do so even though he told her to take whatever she wanted.

Is this because of self-esteem?

Jiang Zong also didn't know.

But since she doesn't want it now, he can only respect her and wait until the day she is truly willing to accept the gifts he buys her, and then buy her more and better things.

Qiao Ruoying remembered that the blueberries she bought were still placed at the entrance. If she didn’t eat them now, they would no longer be fresh tomorrow.

Those blueberries were the size of quail eggs, blue as the stars in the night sky, flat, and covered with a layer of white frost.

If Jiang Zong had not come to visit, she would not have been willing to buy such expensive and large blueberries for herself.

The blueberries were washed and placed on a white porcelain blue and white plate, with a layer of fresh dew condensed on the skin.

Jiang Zongye picked out a few with his bony fingers and pinched her beautiful chin with his other hand.

"ah--"

He motioned for her to open her mouth.

As soon as Qiao Ruoying opened her mouth, he pushed the blueberry to the tip of her tongue.

Take a bite and it’s crispy, sweet and juicy.

He fed her several in a row, pinching her chin for her to chew, touching his fingertips with the tip of her tongue, and her soft tongue licked his fingertips, and both of them were stunned.

It was like a weak electric current, tingling and numb, running along the touching tongues and fingertips, all the way to their hearts.

Jiang Zongye's eyes were dim, his dark pupils covered with a layer of gloomy color, and he looked at her in the dim light of the hall.

The girl was sitting next to him, her long legs folded across the inside of the sofa, her skin smooth and shiny.

Her red lips were slightly open, and a small, crimson tongue tip swayed from her red lips, wet and tempting to be kissed.

Except for the first night, they never kissed again.

It was also hard for Jiang Zong to imagine that when he was sober, he had kissed a woman with whom he had only signed an agreement.

So the function of her lips in bed was to cry, and from time to time she would let out a few trembling pleas for mercy. Her cries were gentle and tender, and he became more and more excited.

Jiang Zong also swallowed his dry throat, and his plump spindle-shaped Adam's apple was hidden in the darkness, rolling slowly.

The next second, he suddenly exerted force on the palm of his hand that was holding her chin, and pinched her jaws open with his index finger and thumb. Her cheeks puffed up like a cute little squirrel with its cheeks full of peanuts.

Qiao Ruoying was confused and was staring with her eyes that were clearly black and white. In the silence, she heard a light groan from his Adam's apple. He inserted his slender middle finger, which was as white as jade, into her lips, rubbing her small tongue, turning it inch by inch.

"Woo..."

Qiao Ruoying burst into tears.

Her throat was stimulated and she couldn't help swallowing deeply, swallowing twice in a row.

Both of them breathed faster and heavier, their breathing rising and falling like a candle flame swaying in the wind.

The middle finger was not enough, so he added his ring finger.

The girl's warm mouth wrapped around him, and Jiang Zong's tailbone felt numb, and he felt extremely happy.

After pulling out his fingertips, he imprisoned her on the sofa, kissed the corner of her lips, and praised her hoarsely: "Good boy."

He slid his nose down to her neck and greedily sniffed her fragrance. In the peach-scented shower gel, there was a scent that belonged to her alone, fragrant and sweet.

I never thought...that one day he would physically like someone to such an extent.

When I saw her, I couldn't help but want to kiss her, touch her, rub her, and bite her.

There were still physiological tears in the corners of Qiao Ruoying's eyes. She leaned softly against the back of the sofa as if her bones and muscles were pulled out. A few clear coughs burst out of her throat, like the clear sound of jade being thrown to the ground and shattering.

Jiang Zong also saw a bright yellow mug filled with water on the side table and handed it to her.

She took a few sips from his hand, like a cat drinking water.

Her throat finally felt better, Qiao Ruoying's cheeks flushed, and her dark eyes looked at him dimly.

"You, you said you're not impatient..."

Isn’t this urgent?

He was even more impatient than King Impatient. If she hadn't had her period today, he would have pushed her against the wall and torn her clothes off the moment she entered the room.

“…”

The boomerang finally hit Jiang Zongye.

He was so confident before he came, but after he came...he became like this

For the first time, Jiang Zong also became a person who did not keep his word.

Facing the girl's coquettish and resentful gaze, Jiang Zong also admitted it frankly.

"Before I met you, I was indeed pure and unselfish."

Nonsense, he was in the factory, his mind was full of power batteries, motors, battery replacement technology, radar, cockpit and carbon fiber composite materials, he had a bad temper, how could he have the time to think about anything?

Even if I come here to sleep, I just want to have a good sleep quality.

But seeing her, and staying with her in such a private space, feeding each other blueberries, lips and teeth touching, how could he bear it?

I can't bear it at all.

"When I see you, I just want to do it with you."

"I want to fuck you until you cry."

He put his arm around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, his voice scratching her ears and making them numb.

She heard it clearly, and Jiang Zong also said some swear words, which was very exciting.

She was so frightened that her cheeks turned hot, and she felt moved by him.

But at the same time, I thought awkwardly, big boss, oh big boss, you are so presumptuous and indecent in front of me. What should I do if I meet you in a serious situation in the company in the future and your little movie keeps replaying in my mind?

She was too embarrassed to ask such an inappropriate question at the moment, but she was reluctant not to ask. She planned to wait until she got to know him better in the future and she would not be so shameless, then she would definitely ask him the question.

She tilted her head slightly and asked another question.

"So, you're only doing this to me?"

She has been curious about this question for a long time.

After all, a man like Jiang Zongye who is powerful and lives at the top of the pyramid must have met many different kinds of women, right?

He has probably seen all kinds of beauties, whether plump or thin, and as beautiful as the captivating fish and falling geese.

It was only recently that she realized: she was definitely not the first person to "accidentally" enter his room.

Hearing her ask this, Jiang Zong also lazily stood up on his spine that was leaning against the soft sofa and sat in mid-air.

He held her hand, kneading her delicate wrist bones, his tone solemn:

"Yes, I only do this to you."

From the time he was born until now, at the age of 28, nearly thirty years, he truly only had such feelings for her.

Like an addiction, I can't stop.

Qiao Ruoying got the answer she wanted and was happy.

She leaned over the small round table and picked up a few blueberries from the fruit plate.

Against the backdrop of blueberries, her fingers looked white and slender, as if carved from the finest mutton-fat jade.

This time, she got what she wished and fed the blueberries into Jiang Zongye's mouth.

Qiao Ruoying's gentle smile contrasted with the big flying swallow on the small round table, making her look more beautiful than a flower.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Zong also said softly.

"Well, do you think this scene is similar to the one in the movies and TV shows where the concubine feeds grapes to the king?"

The following scene appeared before Qiao Ruoying's eyes:

The beauty was wearing a cinnabar-dyed lace skirt, a lapis lazuli necklace around her neck, gold bracelets on her soft and plump arms, and a long gold-embroidered shawl. On her slender fingers like spring onions was a juicy grape, which she offered to the king.

The king took the opportunity to grab her hand, put it to his lips and smelled it, then burst into laughter.

Just thinking about this picture makes me feel extravagant and licentious.

As she thought about it, Qiao Ruoying's acting spirit came out. She pretentiously picked up a blueberry with her fingertips and brought it to Jiang Zongye's lips. She smiled charmingly and her voice stretched out, thin and soft, like a ribbon floating in the air:

"My king, eat some grapes."

Jiang Zong also glanced at her sideways, and the blood in his heart surged.

After crushing the blueberries she offered him with his teeth, he hugged her in his arms, turned her over, and slapped her on the face with a crisp sound.

Very elastic, bouncy like jelly.

He lowered his head in cooperation, holding her chin, lowering his voice to a lower and hoarse tone, and spoke the lines based on his feeling:

"You little devil, are you trying to seduce me again?"

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The author has something to say: Old men have a strong learning ability. A few days ago, I found that I couldn’t coax a woman, so I immediately went to learn [dog head]. People like this will succeed in everything they do [dog head]

Lao Jiang: Thank you for your compliment [shy][shy]

Boss Jiang: Woman, you are playing with fire

Yingbao: a little bit

This is the chapter where both of them need a deodorant, as well as the next one.