Chapter 41 Hug him and wish she would stick to him more

"How about I leave my work and be with you?"

?

Is the big boss’s workaholic persona about to collapse?

Qiao Ruoying was so surprised that her eyes almost widened, but she remembered that Jiang Zongye was the best at guessing people's thoughts through their expressions, so she quickly held back.

Even the corners of her lips, which were about to lift up into a bright smile, were tightly pursed, for fear of accidentally revealing a hint of the joy in her heart.

She climbed her soft hands onto his shoulders, smoothed out the wrinkles on his serif with her bare hands, and said softly, "You don't have to accompany me. Just go back to work."

"Really?" Jiang Zong also raised his eyebrows.

"After all," Qiao Ruoying racked her brains, trying to find a few words of praise for his work.

"Men who work hard and have a successful career are the most attractive."

She spoke in a coquettish voice.

So this is the gentle and eloquent flower?

No, she is not gentle either. She is clearly flattering and providing emotional value.

But this kind of emotional value isn't so easy to provide. As she spoke, she felt a layer of ivory-white bumps growing on her neck, and she was first annoyed by herself.

Hearing this, Jiang Zong also turned his head, with a straight nose, thin lips, and handsome profile, he looked at her with a half-smile.

Qiao Ruoying's heart was beating fast, not knowing whether Jiang Zong believed her.

For him, the trick of "observing words and expressions" and knowing what he means by looking at his facial expressions is useless. He has always hidden his thoughts very well.

"Okay. Stay here for the afternoon. When I leave tonight, I'll take you back to Golden Home."

Hearing the big boss say this, Qiao Ruoying almost wanted to nod her head like a chicken pecking at rice, but she forced herself to hold it back.

Jiang Zong also pointed towards the marble table and said casually, "There are a lot of interesting things over there. You can explore them slowly."

There are karaoke rooms, movie theaters, bar counters, billiard rooms, and everything you need.

However, given how busy Jiang Zongye is, he may not be able to enjoy these facilities.

Qiao Ruoying thought, since the big boss worked so hard, she would let him enjoy all the happiness he deserved.

She went straight to the viewing room. The large high-definition screen here had excellent visual effects, comparable to those in a movie theater.

Sitting on the soft and comfortable leather sofa, with strawberries, cherries, grapes and other fruits on the coffee table, all cut into pieces with a knife, she was crystal clear. She kept selecting movies with the remote control, which was really enjoyable.

But there are also those who don’t enjoy it.

Why are the theme colors of the videos that pop up today all green?

They're euphemistically called "green movies"? Like "Green Book," "The Kings of Summer," and "A Tale of Spring," all in the darkness, with only the screen glowing green.

Embarrassed, Qiao Ruoying covered her eyes.

She recalled in her mind that her ankles were forced to hang on his forearm, and her heart was extremely full and swollen, so much so that she cried like a kitten. Her soft hands wanted to grab something, but she couldn't grab anything. Instead, he held them and took her to the bottom of her belly button.

There, it was bulging, and she could see it in the green light reflected from the mirror...

She cried and scolded him, "You just like to bully me", and Jiang Zong replied in a hoarse voice, "Yingying has grown up just to be bullied by me."

...

On the diamond mirror, through the interface blurred by her breath, she could vaguely see him teasing her until the plum blossoms bloomed.

The liquid that he couldn't hold back flowed out from between his fingers, greasy and soft. He lifted her knees and kept shaking them, each time bringing out a faint cry, and the fluorescent green became more and more conspicuous in her cries.

This is a green disaster.

Qiao Ruoying thought with amusement and anger that there were only two boxes of fluorescent "crime tools" left, and she would not give them to Jiang Zongye to use no matter what.

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At 4 p.m., a Bentley with license plates from three different locations drove from Tianxi Huanyu to Golden Home on Zuoqiao Road. The consecutive license plates, a symbol of nobility and power, drew many passersby to stop and admire.

Qiao Ruoying originally thought that Jiang Zong was just giving her a ride, but she didn't expect that after the car stopped downstairs of the community, he got out as well.

He took two boxes from the trunk of the Bentley, carried one on each side, and brought them upstairs.

Qiao Ruoying opened the door with the key, and Jiang Zong also carried the things in.

The wooden table where she ate was covered with an ivory linen tablecloth, as white and quiet as snow. He placed the two boxes on the tablecloth and smoothed the snow evenly.

"These two are gifts for you from Germany," he whispered.

Qiao Ruoying was stunned.

He brought her a gift when he was on a business trip? When he was in Germany, they were not yet boyfriend and girlfriend, so did he always bring her gifts?

Imperceptibly, the girl's heart began to stir, like willow branches hanging over the water by the lake, causing ripples that spread out from her heart.

"Open it and take a look. Open it now." Jiang Zong also ordered.

“…”

Even giving a gift is very overbearing.

Qiao Ruoying originally wanted to wait until he left before opening the box, but after hearing what he said, she started to open it.

It's a bit embarrassing to open the gift box in front of the giver.

After opening the box, a bread maker is revealed.

The stainless steel body was square and had German printed on it. It was the German bread maker she often saw in baking videos. It also had a bread chopper and a glass groove on the side.

"You brought it back to me from Germany?"

She sounded slightly surprised.

The bread maker was a heartwarming gift to her, and it also came with the chopper she had always wanted, so she didn't have to dirty her cutting board and knife every time she cut bread.

"Yes, I thought you would like it." Jiang Zong also raised the corners of his lips.

Qiao Ruoying carefully examined the label. This brand of bread machine was a niche product, but because of its powerful mixing mode, which allowed it to whip up dough very finely, it was very popular among experienced bakers.

He must have paid attention to her preferences and put in the effort to choose the bread maker.

Because he has so much money, spending money is nothing to him, but spending energy is rare.

Qiao Ruoying placed her finger on the bread maker's switch and turned the knob, thinking to herself, the big boss is really good at winning people over. She felt like she was about to be won over by him.

"You're such a good shopkeeper." She praised softly.

"Yeah, I just picked it randomly." Jiang Zong also said calmly. He liked to put in ten points for things, but he only said three points. After all, a casual personality cannot be defeated.

"Another gift, open it and take a look." He placed another box in front of her.

After unwrapping the kraft paper package, she saw Hermès' iconic orange gift box, which looked like an orange-red sun hidden in a paper bag. She touched it, feeling the thick and tough feel of the special paper, as well as the classic woody notes of the earth perfume, and the scent of citrus mixed with vanilla, which was rich and fresh.

That’s how she got her first Hermès Birkin 30.

The red gold buckle and the shiny crocodile leather have clear lines, and the rich red seems to flow along the lines, like pouring a glass of Bordeaux red wine.

Even though she was slightly lacking in aesthetics, she could still sense the exquisite craftsmanship at a glance;

Its dignity, it silently but fiercely reveals its symbolic value to the world: I am valuable, and the person who carries me is rich.

Since she accepted the ring he bought her worth more than two million, it would be a bit pretentious for her to refuse a bag that was not worth even a fraction of that.

I'll take 100 million if I want it, but after getting 100 million, will I still be worried about whether I should take 10 million?

It is said that "too much debt doesn't worry you, too many lice don't itch", and in her opinion there is also a saying that "the more money you spend, the less pretentious the person who receives it will be."

In the dim light of the room, Jiang Zong also observed the expression on her face. Seeing that her expression had softened slightly, no longer as stubborn as before in not wanting to accept his gift, he smiled knowingly, and his heart strangely relaxed. The reason he had spent a lot of money on the ring to give her at the beginning was to achieve this effect.

He wanted to slowly open her heart until she could enjoy everything he gave her without any psychological burden. He liked to see the satisfaction in her eyes when she accepted the gifts.

"Do you like it?" Jiang Zong also reached out and pinched her face.

"I like it," Qiao Ruoying whispered, "but this color is not very ordinary."

It’s not the versatile black, white, gray and earth tones.

Since it’s already been given as a gift, why can’t the big boss give her a more versatile color?

"There's no need to be too routine. You'll have many more in the future anyway." Jiang Zong also said lightly.

“…”

Qiao Ruoying opened her eyes slightly, her pair of lychee-shaped eyes were pitch black, with distinct whites, and clear as glass.

From what he said, he will give her a Hermès bag as a gift later?

"This bag is perfect with your red and white checkered shirt. The color matches the red of the checkered shirt very well. Pair it with a pair of red lambskin shoes, either RV or Luoboting will do."

Jiang Zong also said.

When he decided on the color of the Hermès bag from the SA, he already had her matching idea in mind.

The girl is against the backdrop of the green sycamore tree behind her, her hair blown by the wind, she has a bright smile, one corner of her plaid shirt is tied into a bow at her waist, and she has a bright red Hermès Birkin on her wrist, exuding youthful beauty.

Qiao Ruoying was stunned for a moment, and after trying hard to recall, she remembered that the "red and white plaid shirt" he mentioned was the one she bought on Taobao during Double Eleven, for 88 yuan with free shipping.

Does this shirt need a bag worth tens of thousands of dollars to match it?

However, she was also very happy that she finally had an outfit that was approved by him.

Jiang Zong also took her hand, pinching her slender wrist with his palm, caressing her skin with his thin calluses, and said softly: "This month's money has been transferred to the bank card I gave you before, 500,000, and this amount will be the same in the future."

500,000, so much?

Qiao Ruoying raised her eyes.

The man's large, powerful hand gently supported her chin, his dark, peach-shaped eyes staring at her, and he spoke every word with exceptional clarity:

"Remember, this money is no longer the agreement fee, but my pocket money for you, okay?"

It is not an agreement fee for a P friend, but pocket money given by a boyfriend to his girlfriend.

He also took into account the subtle differences.

It was these differences in details that made Qiao Ruoying truly feel that she was really his girlfriend.

Seeing the girl staring at him blankly, not knowing whether she had heard him or not, Jiang Zong also moved his thumb and index finger, pinching her fair cheeks to make them round and plump, like a little squirrel with its mouth full of nuts.

"Did you hear that? Do you know the difference? Yingying, if you know, answer me."

"I know." Qiao Ruoying nodded obediently, her voice sweet and soft, "This means we are boyfriend and girlfriend now."

"Yes, that's what Yingying answered." Jiang Zong nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Now that you're my girlfriend, you should spend more money. It's a waste to keep money in the bank without spending it."

"I don't have time to spend the money I earn. How can I have the motivation to make money if you don't spend it?"

“…”

Does that mean that if she spends money well and lavishly, not only will he not think she is wasteful, but he will also feel more motivated to make money?

His tone was domineering and commanding, "ordering" her to spend money.

Qiao Ruoying vaguely felt that Jiang Zongye was quite traditional in this regard. He believed that the man should give the money he earned to the woman.

Well, since he was so attentive, she couldn't refuse his kindness.

Five hundred thousand a month is six million a year, which is enough for her to leap from the "proletariat" to the "property-owning class" and live a life of meager living.

"I should go out now."

Seeing that the time was up, Jiang Zong also raised his watch to take a look, and a clear and low voice came out of his throat.

The man withdrew his gaze from his watch and wandered around again, scanning her bright and clean face, her collarbone, her figure, and finally her ankles wrapped in beige vertical striped socks, with a barely perceptible attachment. What he recalled in his mind was the sweetness that emanated from the little girl's voice when he leaned her against the mirror last night.

Even though she cried shyly, the feedback she gave him was very good. In the end, he was like soaking in a hot spring, unable to stop.

The palm of his hand was filled with her tenderness, no matter how hard he tried, it was not enough. In the end, he even thought with a bit of malice: If I love her more, can she grow up a little more?

However, he was very satisfied with its current size, as if it was made for him.

Under his scorching gaze, Qiao Ruoying lowered her head slightly, her fair face covered with a layer of blush, like a rose blooming in the early morning.

When she woke up in the morning, her limbs ached and she was furious with him. She only wanted him to get back to work so that work could consume his restless energy.

But now they were about to separate, and suddenly, she felt a sense of reluctance in her heart.

I won’t be able to see Jiang Zongye again soon.

She followed him to the entrance, raised her eyes in the dim light, hesitated for a moment, then put her arms around his waist, hugged him, and buried her face in his shirt. Through the thin fabric, she could feel his chest, the strong walls of muscles, and the warmth and cold scent of cedar.

The girl is very clingy, like a kitten that is reluctant to leave its owner when it sees him go out, and wants to occupy the owner and not let him go out.

Jiang Zong's heart was also moved. He clasped the back of her head with his hand, letting the kitten bury deeper in his arms.

She is so clingy to him.

He liked her so much that he wished she would stick with him longer.

"Yingying, be good at home. Your boyfriend will go out and make money for you."

Jiang Zong also whispered.

He looked around the small rental house. His shirts and suits were still in the small cloth wardrobe, neatly hung on hangers by her.

The room was not big, but his suits and shirts were hung neatly in the cloth wardrobe in the corner; the flower arrangement on the small round table was changed from time to time, and was in its most beautiful state; there was a cashmere blanket in front of the sofa, and she would vacuum it every day to keep it spotless.

All these details make him feel like he is at home.

"Yeah." Qiao Ruoying nodded, rubbing her nose against the fabric of his cashmere shirt, thinking of how his clothes were always soaked with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol when he came back from social events before.

He entertained...

It must be very hard, and require a lot of drinking;

Even if he didn't drink, he would still sit in the misty box for hours, inhaling a lot of secondhand smoke, which would pollute his healthy lungs.

Even though he is a domineering boss, Jiang Zong also has his helplessness. There are people he must meet and events he must attend, and he cannot do whatever he wants.

Thinking of this, she begged in a low voice:

"If you go out for social events, could you please drink less alcohol and inhale less secondhand smoke?"

"Anyway, you're so capable and can earn so much money, so it doesn't matter if you earn a little less."

She thought for a moment and added, "I can't spend that much money."

When he said this, she was still buried in his arms. He lowered his eyes and could not see the expression on her face. He could only see her thick black hair, a clear and fine hairline in the middle, and a few furry hairs standing up disobediently.

An emotion called "surprise" slowly filled his entire heart like diffused smoke.

Suddenly, she felt that everyone was waiting to see how high he could fly. If he didn't fly high enough, others would laugh at him and slander him, but Qiao Ruoying only cared about whether he was tired from flying.

It is precisely because of her care that I no longer feel tired and feel particularly motivated.

"Okay," he promised her softly. "I'll drink less if I can, okay?"

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The author has something to say: Finally, with Chiang Kai-shek pouring money into the country (bushi), Chiang Kai-shek was no longer the only one singing the farewell song. [Drop-eared rabbit head][Drop-eared rabbit head]

Lao Jiang: Honey, will you keep loving me if I spend more money? [bursts into tears][bursts into tears] Fortunately, making money is what I’m best at [sunglasses][sunglasses]

I will give you my money and myself.

Xiaoying: The money stays, the people take away. [狗头][狗头]