Chapter 51 Compensation "Yingying, wear some nice clothes for me to see, to make up for it..."

"Will you also sign an agreement with Li Shengjie?"

"Will you also be with Li Shengjie?"

After hearing these "three deadly questions", Qiao Ruoying couldn't even roll her eyes.

Really, the old man started to bring up old things again.

The smell of vinegar can be smelled from a distance of ten thousand miles.

How should she answer him? Since he asked, Qiao Ruoying couldn't help but think along his line of thought.

If that night, when her body was hot and she felt like a kitten in heat, she met Li Shengjie - just thinking about it made her feel a little chilly, and her physiological instinct was resisting, resisting very hard.

Then when she woke up the next day, Li Shengjie wanted to sign an agreement with her?

She would think it was sexual harassment, and if necessary, she would call the police, quit Taehyung immediately, and find another job.

Perhaps because she had been silent for too long, Jiang Zong became a little anxious. He pinched her upper arm with his palm, and his neatly trimmed nails dug into the flesh of her arm until red marks appeared.

When he asked this question, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife.

What exactly did he want to confirm? Did he want to know if he was the special one in Qiao Ruoying's heart? Was he the only one?

But as long as he thought deeply about it, that she, who was as seductive as a vixen, was lying under another man, he would breathe quickly, tremble all over, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes would be stained with scarlet.

He pinched her upper arm with unknowing force, not even realizing it himself.

Qiao Ruoying felt the pinch hurt, and she pursed her lips to cry out in pain. Turning around, she realized that Jiang Zongye was in a completely different state. His eyes were fixed, and he looked distraught, as if he had lost a beloved treasure.

How come Jiang Zong is...he is like this?

Is it just because you imagined a situation where "she met someone else at the beginning"?

Qiao Ruoying quickly shook Jiang Zongye's broad shoulders and pressed her fingertips into the short fur of his Chester cashmere coat.

She explained hurriedly, "I, I wouldn't be able to accept it. Besides, such a hypothesis doesn't even exist."

Jiang Zong also blinked when she shook him like that.

Qiao Ruoying was very obedient and alert. She turned over and fell directly into his arms, rubbing her cheek against his warm chest and smelling the pleasant cedar scent on his body. Her calves wrapped in brown vertical striped socks hung on the left and right of his knees.

She sat on his lap like Guanyin sitting on a lotus.

This wasn't enough, she grabbed his arm and pulled it across her back, hugging her tightly and holding her.

Will physical contact relieve his anxiety and restlessness at this moment?

It is true.

Holding the real, sweet, and gentle person in his arms, the almost cold-toothed and furious state briefly left Jiang Zongye, like a dark cloud temporarily leaving his head.

He asked hoarsely, "Really?"

"Really." Qiao Ruoying nodded earnestly and added:

"If it wasn't you that night, if it was someone else... I wouldn't be able to accept it. It's not like I'm open to every rich man."

Jiang Zong also recalled the situation at that time. Back then, his attitude towards her was condescending, far more arrogant than it is now. But the response she gave him that night was too sweet, like a charming little fox, her delicate hands stroking his skin, teasing him like feathers.

He admitted that he had lusted after her at the time, that he was "lusting at her beauty." But he had been single for so many years, and she was the only one he had ever been lusting after.

"Why didn't you reject me then?"

“…”

Qiao Ruoying was also stumped by his question. She opened her dark lychee eyes and began to think.

So, why didn't they reject Jiang Zongye in the first place? Instead, they half-heartedly signed the agreement with him?

Is it simply because of the fear of losing your job? No.

She is not someone who would compromise herself out of fear.

In other words, from the very beginning, she had feelings for Jiang Zongye? Not only did she not mind having close contact with him, but... she also liked him very much.

"Because I already had feelings for you at that time."

She seemed to have just come back from a dream, her voice was sweet and as ethereal as the dream.

Before she could finish, Jiang Zong hugged her tightly in his arms, holding her so tightly that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

"Yingying was also attracted to me at that time, right?" His tone finally relaxed.

"Yes, who told you to sit next to me in a bathrobe? And your chest and abdominal muscles were exposed. It was simply naked seduction."

Qiao Ruoying joked in a "bad mood" and touched his abdominal muscles with her hand.

As expected, the abdominal muscles of an old man are carefully trained. They feel really good, there are grooves between the muscles, and they can bounce back.

“…”

Jiang Zong was also thoughtful, and touched his face, and realized in his heart: it turns out that his Yingying is also a face control.

Now he is extremely grateful that God has given him such a good appearance and figure.

It is said that as long as one's face is his kingdom, his face is his kingdom, so he must protect it well.

The Bentley drove across the lakeshore and onto the overpass. The tall buildings on both sides were like stacked light-emitting diodes, emitting blocks of light in the night.

Jiang Zong also hugged her, imagining that if they missed each other on the first night and he had not met Qiao Ruoying - then his life would be much less joyful, and he would become a robot who only knew how to work and not how to live.

If Qiao Ruoying became someone else's girlfriend - no matter what, he would become a mistress and steal her away.

He is actually not that noble, especially in this kind of matter, he has no morals at all. He is willing to be the third party.

"Yingying, shouldn't you give me some compensation for this injury?"

His tone lightened.

“…”

Qiao Ruoying blinked. Injured? Where was he injured?

Jiang Zongye didn't suffer any external injuries, so was it his heart that was hurt?

With a smile on his lips, he took her hand and touched his chest, saying in a hoarse voice: "I am hurt here, my heart is hurt."

“…”

As expected.

He gets hurt when he's jealous. The old man is so delicate!

"What compensation do you want?"

She spoke slowly, her mind spinning in confusion, wondering if this was just another trick.

As expected, Jiang Zongye used his thin lips to gently rub her crystal red earlobe.

"Baby, make it up to me and wear some nice clothes for me, okay?"

Nice clothes?

Jiang Zong also added: "The ones we bought at the counter last time."

“…”

Qiao Ruoying understood. Translated, Jiang Zongye's words essentially meant, "Next time we do it, baby, put on some sexy lingerie, okay?"

He really didn't suffer any loss at all. He either wanted a reward or compensation.

"Not tonight." Qiao Ruoying bit her lip and didn't directly reject him, but just said it was not possible tonight.

"Then let's change it to this weekend, huh?" Jiang Zong also heard that there was a chance, and the corners of his lips curled up.

She took the risk and nodded.

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When we returned to Tianxi Huanyu, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Compared to before, there is a more feminine atmosphere here. Not only are there more women's clothes, bags, and jewelry in the cloakroom, but there is also a cherry wood dressing table in the corner by the window of the bedroom.

There are bottles and jars on the dressing table, all of which are high-end skin care products, face creams, and eye creams.

Qiao Ruoying was blow-drying her hair in front of the mirror when a recipe came to her mind. She picked up the phone on the table and searched for the recipe on the cooking app.

Today, Jiang Zongye accepted the home-cooked meals very well. He also praised her cooking for being delicious, which made her lips curl up.

Since that’s the case, Qiao Ruoying plans to stay together on weekends in the future. She will cook and they will eat together.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a man's voice sounded from behind, with a hint of coolness and moisture, like a rushing mountain stream.

He leaned down and hugged her from behind.

In an instant, the two faces were reflected in the dressing mirror. She was bright and charming, and he was handsome and unparalleled. His chin was pressed against her cheek, and his big palm was gathered down, closing on her soft waist that was not thick enough to be held in one hand, carefully feeling the softness and elasticity of her waist.

"I'm looking at the recipes, thinking about what to cook for you this weekend."

Jiang Zong also heard it, his dark pupils became bright as if washed with water, and the smile at the corner of his lips could not be hidden.

Yingying likes him, right?

Because I like him, I am willing to treat him well.

However, he felt bad when she had to cook for him.

Jiang Zong also said softly: "You don't have to cook for me. Just take a good rest on the weekend to avoid being tired."

"Cooking is not tiring. It's just like baking bread. It's an enjoyment and relaxation." Qiao Ruoying turned her head, pouted her plump lips, and kissed him on the neck.

"Okay, you cook on the weekend and I'll prepare the food for you."

Imagine Yingying wearing an apron, waving a spatula and cooking in front of the stove, and he preparing the dishes for her, washing and cutting them bit by bit, and at the same time, as if to make trouble, hugging her from behind, kissing her tender red lips, and teasing her plump breasts. The scene was so warm that Jiang Zong couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, now get ready for bed."

As Qiao Ruoying spoke, she unscrewed the lid of the eye cream, smeared a little cream with her fingertips, and applied it carefully under her eyes.

Behind her, Jiang Zong also noticed the three big words "Anti-Aging" clearly written on the bottle. He paused for two seconds and followed her steps. He dipped his slender index finger in the cream, put it close to the mirror, and applied it under his eyes.

He stared at himself in the mirror, examining himself to see if there were any fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

Fortunately, he only has some laugh lines when he smiles. He doesn't have any eye lines or wrinkles, so he doesn't look old.

Jiang Zong also comforted himself in his heart: Yes, he is not old yet. He is not even thirty yet, and he is still in the prime of his life!

"You also wear eye cream?"

Qiao Ruoying saw his little action and smiled softly.

In her opinion, the action of "applying eye cream" is inherently feminine, which does not quite match Jiang Zongye's masculine and tough appearance.

Jiang Zong also carefully spread the eye cream around his eyes and said calmly, "Look, who labeled me as an 'old man'?"

Yo.

So, even a man like Jiang Zongye, who is arrogant, confident, proud and cocky, has age anxiety?

Old men are also afraid that their youth will pass away.

Qiao Ruoying understood and smiled so hard that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

“…”

Her laughter was so loud that it disturbed him.

Jiang Zong simply picked her up from the chair and rolled her onto the soft, elastic mattress. Seeing that her belly was shaking with laughter and her pink toes were curled up into little pearls, he reached out and scratched her slender waist, then lifted her ankles and wanted to tickle her pink soles.

He knew she was ticklish.

It feels like every inch of my body is covered with itchy spots, and every part of it is sensitive.

But the pink soles of her feet are so soft and elastic, with beautiful color and plumpness. When she curls up, pink creases will appear, like the lines on the surface of a lake.

He used two fingers to tickle the soles of her feet again and again, watching her struggle and arch her waist like a mermaid trying to turn over.

"Wuwu...it's itchy...don't scratch it..." Qiao Ruoying's smile was like the new snow trembling on the branches. She almost wanted to reach out and hit him!

Why does tickling make people so itchy?

She begged for mercy in a tender voice, the hem of her nightgown turned up, revealing two long, beautiful legs with well-proportioned body.

Further up, the hills and valleys wrapped in pure white are extremely sweet. He was lucky enough to taste them, and there would be sweet nectar sources.

He was afraid that if the fight continued, he would be the one to "bring disaster upon himself." Jiang Zongye's dark eyes took on a dangerous hue, and his Adam's apple moved deeply.

He stopped in time and let her go.

Qiao Ruoying half sat up from the bed, raised her arm to lift her long hair behind her, and said with a sweet smile: "I marked you as an old man, are you unhappy?"

"Come, show me what you have marked me as."

As she spoke, Qiao Ruoying reached out to him.

Perhaps because she had just finished taking a shower, her fingers were slender and her palms were pink, clearly spread out to him.

Jiang Zong also smiled and handed her his cell phone.

His phone was also the latest model of Apple, black, with an extremely clean screen without a single scratch. She held his phone, feeling a little strange in her heart.

It felt like she and he were using the same couple's items.

Moreover, the mobile phone is so private. It carries a person's social network, like a forest reserved in the heart that cannot be reached by others.

And is the "forest" in Jiang Zongye's heart willing to be seen and reached by her?

"This is my personal cell phone, and the password is six ones." Jiang Zongye told her frankly.

Qiao Ruoying swiped her finger across the screen and entered the password.

The screen lights up, and in the center of the wallpaper is a shining blue planet. Apps are neatly categorized, and system tools occupy a page.

The “Tools” category is grouped into one category; the “Social” category is grouped into another;

Just like Jiang Zongye himself, he was very organized and meticulous.

WeChat, the most commonly used social software, was placed at the bottom column, and Qiao Ruoying clicked on it.

She saw her cartoon character avatar in the top pinned post, with the caption "biting cat" next to it.

It turns out that she has always occupied the "top" position in his mobile phone; in his heart, she is a kitten with bared fangs and claws that can bite people at any time?

She leaned over, rubbed his neck, and said coquettishly, "Where did I bite you?"

"You bit me here." Jiang Zongye said in a low and hoarse voice, raised his head slightly, and pointed at his Adam's apple.

"Oh." Qiao Ruoying remembered that she had indeed bitten him, that time at Bulgari. However, from Jiang Zongye's tone, he seemed quite proud of being bitten by her?

"I have a kitten," Jiang Zong also looked at her and said slowly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"This kitten is shy and rebellious. It's a bit aggressive and likes to slap people with its claws and bite people at any time."

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Author's words: Lao Jiang: Is my Yingying a kitten or a rabbit [rabbit head with drooping ears][cat head][calico cat head][rabbit head with upright ears]

Being coaxed by Xiaoying, Jiang is happy again. [狗头][狗头]