Chapter 56 Carrying Her "Be careful or I'll bite you."

"Yingying was great and well behaved today."

He praised her.

“…”

Was he praising her for being bolder and more open-minded tonight? Not as restrained as before?

She didn't know if it was because of the steam or because she was embarrassed by his words, but the blush on her face lingered.

Thinking back to just now, how he coaxed her to call "Daddy" again and again, and she really did it, the lingering sound overflowed from her throat, each sound was soft and smooth, as if it could resonate in his heart.

It wasn't just her voice that was soft and mellow, but her whole body seemed to have become a plump and soft dough under him; the little bunny headband on her head was also squeezed to the corner of the sofa. She faced him and tried to cover it shyly, but he waved it away, lifted her white wrist and pressed it against the back of the sofa.

He held me down like this, and he bullied me...

After taking a shower, he carried her back home and opened the drawer to find some ointment to apply on her.

He really couldn't control himself, and his redness spread even more than before, blooming in full glory. The cool ointment he applied felt much better.

After applying the cream, they hugged each other and fell asleep.

Jiang Zong also remembered that once before, he actually had the idea of ​​"putting a pillow between the two of them to separate them", and he couldn't help but sneer.

How could he bear to do that? He clearly didn't want to.

He slept soundly all night. Perhaps it was because she was by his side, but Jiang Zong also slept extraordinarily peacefully until dawn.

When she woke up in the morning, Qiao Ruoying was still a little dazed and confused. Her eyes seemed to be soaked in stars. She was not fully awake and rubbed her eyes with her index finger.

I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, the wine was clearly rinsed away, but she felt like there was still some sticky residue on her skin, making her want to take a shower.

Her skin was so soft and smooth that even the red wine dripped down without breaking it. He kissed along the wine's path down her navel until he grasped her narrow slit and heard her sob softly...

Just at this moment, Jiang Zong also came in. Seeing her rubbing her eyes, he quickly grabbed her slender wrist and said softly:

“Don’t rub your eyes.”

"If you rub them too much, your eyelids will sag and bags will appear under your eyes. Yingying will cry to death then."

Qiao Ruoying came back to her senses from the memory of last night, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and teased in a sweet voice: "I didn't expect that you are so knowledgeable about maintenance now."

Jiang Zongye rubbed his eyelids lightly with his long fingers and said seriously:

"Don't you see who marked me as an old man?"

She wanted to stand up from the bed, but her legs suddenly became weak and she lost her balance. Jiang Zong quickly supported her arm and said in a hoarse voice: "My dear, don't be offended."

Qiao Ruoying frowned, annoyed, and scratched his thin forearm fiercely. He just smiled and said, "Even the kitten's claws are not sharp enough."

When he smiled, his eyes were darker than before, his eye bags were thin, and every muscle line on his face was full of "handsomeness". Bathed in the thin morning sunlight, he reminded people of the bright spring scenery.

Sometimes even Qiao Ruoying was puzzled. Jiang Zong was such a handsome man, why was there so hideous... It was so difficult every time. She felt so swollen that she was about to break her body. She was trembling all over.

The girl's pink and white toes sank into the soft cashmere mat. Like a child, she clung to his shoulders with her arms, as if she was leaning against a big tree, and bared her snow-white teeth at him.

Such funny movements, when performed by her, seemed somewhat cute.

"Even if my claws aren't sharp enough, my teeth are definitely sharp enough. Be careful or I'll bite you."

"Go ahead and bite it, kitten." Jiang Zong also chuckled, his tone full of pampering.

Since he said so, Qiao Ruoying grabbed his arm, rolled up his sleeve further, and bit his forearm.

Ah, I took a bite, but only bit off a thin layer of skin. Jiang Zongye has been working out for years, his muscles are tight, and he also maintains a low body fat percentage. How can he bite off a piece of meat?

She let go of his arms and jumped onto his back. He didn't mind the weight, but instead put his big hand around her back, supported her round and beautiful little butt, and lifted her up a little bit.

The moment she came close to him, Jiang Zong's Adam's apple rolled, and he thought of how her two long, white and tender legs were pitifully folded in front of her ribs last night, and were still shaking.

At this time, Qiao Ruoying was already lying steadily on his back.

The man's broad back, with a groove in the middle, and his double-door figure gave her a sense of security.

She took the opportunity to put her arms around his thin waist, and for some reason, the cheerful suona music of "Pigsy Carrying His Wife on His Back" from the 1986 version of "Journey to the West" that she and her sister used to watch when they were young started to play in her mind.

She giggled on his broad back, her laughter as clear as dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves, and she laughed so hard that her whole body leaned on his shoulder.

"Carrying my wife on his back, Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife on his back."

As she spoke, she playfully stretched out her hand to pinch his ears, as if pinching his ears would turn him into Zhu Bajie's big ears.

Then he reached out in front of him and touched his tall nose bridge, as if if he touched it, his nose would turn into Zhu Bajie's upturned nose.

“…”

The corners of Jiang Zongye's lips twitched and his face darkened.

He is such a handsome guy with a neat figure. His handsomeness is obvious to all. Wherever he goes, he is the focus of the crowd. She said he is Zhu Bajie?

For Zhu Bajie to be reborn and look like him, he must have burned incense for eight lifetimes. I guess that old pig would not want to go back to heaven to be the Marshal of the Heavenly Troops!

Fortunately, the three words "carrying wife on the back" still sound nice.

Yes, he is carrying his wife on his back. Is Yingying willing to be his wife?

Thinking of this, Jiang Zong's lips curled up, and he couldn't suppress it. It seemed as if spring flowers were blooming in his heart, and his heart was "blooming with joy".

“…”

The girl behind him was unaware of his change of mood and just happily hummed the little song of Zhu Bajie carrying his wife on his back.

As for the word "daughter-in-law", she didn't think much about it.

The speaker may not intend it, but the listener may take it seriously.

"I'll carry you to the living room for breakfast."

"Okay, you have to carry me back to the cave." Qiao Ruoying smiled, but for a moment she forgot what the cave where Zhu Bajie lived was called. It seemed to be Yunzhan Cave?

"Then you won't turn into Monkey King on my back, right?"

Jiang Zong also joked lightly.

"No, I won't." Qiao Ruoying smiled sweetly, climbed onto his shoulder, and blew gently into his ear.

"I am the real Miss Gao."

"Oh no, I should say, I am the real Miss Qiao."

“…”

The breath she blew gently into his ear made half of his body numb. Jiang Zong paused, and when he spoke again, the hoarseness in his voice was particularly obvious, like sand and gravel, grinding over his eardrum bit by bit.

"How could I not know that the real Miss Qiao is still a little devil."

"I am a fairy, and you are also a fairy. We are a perfect match." Qiao Ruoying said with a smile.

Another saying: the speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it to heart.

The word "perfect match" sounded very pleasing to Jiang Zongye's ears.

After Jiang Zongye put her down from his back, Qiao Ruoying sat on the calfskin chair, raised her knees high, and put her toes on the chair. Her eyes met Jiang Zongye's smiling eyes.

His peach blossom eyes were exceptionally bright and dark, like a deep pool reflecting the starry sky.

Qiao Ruoying was stunned and wondered why Jiang Zongye was so happy today?

Could it be that she had just fed him a lot last night?

He also spoke very gently and sweetly to her, praising her for being well-behaved, great and beautiful.

She also became elated by his praises, and even took the initiative to cooperate with him by twisting a few times, which in turn made him groan and twisted a sexy and sharp throat line. His big palm then landed on his buttocks with a clear sound, which made her feel a little painful, but the pain involved a richer experience of nerve endings.

On the dining table, exquisite plates were filled with salty tofu pudding, fresh meat buns and soy milk.

Jiang Zong also got up earlier than her and had breakfast long ago. He was just accompanying her to eat.

She bit into the meat bun, savoring it with relish, then scooped up some tofu pudding with a spoon. The salty tofu pudding was okay, though she preferred sweeter. As for the soy milk, it was even stranger, but just trying it was enough.

Jiang Zong also glanced under her clothes, as if remembering something, and said in a hoarse voice: "Does it still hurt?"

Hurt? Where does it hurt?

Qiao Ruoying wiped her mouth with a wet towel and didn't react for a moment. When she noticed Jiang Zongye's gaze, which seemed to be glancing at her, she felt numb for a while and her voice became soft.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Let me see, it's not good. Apply some more ointment."

Unable to dissuade him, she whispered, "You can't look at it in the living room." It was broad daylight, and the winter sun shone in, bright like new snow reflected on the ground. She couldn't bring herself to lift up her clothes in the living room to show him.

Jiang Zong didn't say anything and carried her back to the bedroom like a child without turning on the light.

The light filtered through the floor-length white gauze curtains, becoming soft and attenuated, like bright moonlight. Her white fingertips unbuttoned her clothes slowly, and she felt a little shy as she moved her slender hand away.

Behind the palm, it was as tender as rennet tofu, with a little red on it, and a faint fragrance of a young girl came over. Jiang Zong also held his breath, took a look, then looked away, calmed down, and moved his eyes back.

He looked at her carefully and was relieved only after confirming that she was recovering.

Afterwards, he carried her to the living room, let her sit on a chair, and continued to have breakfast. Being carried around like this by him, she felt like a little girl, a child.

Qiao Ruoying scratched her face with her index finger and teased him jokingly:

"You're the CEO of Taehyung Group. If your subordinates knew you were hugging me like this at home, would you still have any dignity left?"

Jiang Zong would not be ashamed of such a thing.

He said frankly: "What's the big deal? I'm hugging my... girlfriend."

The words "I hug my wife" were about to burst out, but he held it back. Now she is still his girlfriend, but in a few years, can he upgrade her to become his wife?

Unconsciously, the idea of ​​"getting married" appeared in his mind.

But Qiao Ruoying is still so young, is she willing to get married now?

All of this needs to be considered carefully. Jiang Zong paused and said calmly, "Is there anywhere you'd like to go these days?"

In my sight, she was holding a large fresh meat bun and chewing it. There was a little oil stain on her lips from eating, which made her lips and teeth look even redder and whiter. This ordinary fresh meat bun was made to look like an extraordinary delicacy by her.

How come this little girl eats everything so deliciously?

It’s so easy to feed.

He made up his mind that if she wanted to visit some scenic spots, such as the Summer Palace, the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, the Lama Temple, etc., he would at least take a day to accompany her.

Otherwise, she would be very bored in North City alone. "Qiao Ruoqi and I have made an appointment for a place to play. She said she would take me there."

Qiao Ruoying still had a mouthful of fresh meat in her mouth, and she spoke vaguely, like a little squirrel.

"How about I spend a day with you?" Jiang Zong also said.

"No, I'll just be with my sister."

Qiao Ruoying shook her head like a rattle. She thought, Jiang Zongye is always busy, and at the end of the year he is so busy that he is hard to find. How can she have the nerve to ask him to play with her?

Besides, every time she went out with Jiang Zongye, someone would call her every few minutes, so they didn't have much fun.

“…”

Jiang Zongye asked her to come over this time and was ready to go sightseeing in North City with her. He didn't expect her to refuse so decisively. Inevitably, he felt a little disappointed in his heart, but he still agreed.

"That's fine. When are you going to see her?"

"Just a little while, after breakfast."

"Okay. But on New Year's Day, you have to keep your time for me. There is a dinner party in the evening and I will take you there." Jiang Zongye said.

"good."

After breakfast, Qiao Ruoying took out a black metal leather buckle miumiu bag from the suitcase and stuffed a gold pendant with the zodiac sign of a pony and a pair of brand-name headphones into it.

The small gold pendant is for my sister, and the headphones are for her boyfriend.

She tied her hair into a bun, put on her taro purple puffer jacket, waved to Jiang Zongye, and smiled as brightly as a golden sunflower.

"Bye, I'm going out. See you tonight."

"See you tonight."

Jiang Zong also responded and watched her turn the doorknob and go out.

When she closed the door, Jiang Zong also put his fingers on his chin.

The man had a handsome face, a sharp jawline, and a pensive profile, like a statue carefully carved by Michelangelo, with a cold and hard texture like marble.

The genuine joy I felt when I was playing with her when I got up just now, the feeling of being overjoyed and floating in ecstasy, also disappeared without a trace.

She just had the ability to touch his interest and his nerves so strongly.

This little girl went to see her sister, but why didn't she ask him if he wanted to go with her?

Is it that Qiao Ruoying doesn’t want him to have contact with her family?

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The author has something to say: Lao Jiang: Yingying, you said you are my wife, and you also said we are a perfect match, how can I not be happy? [Drop-eared rabbit head][Drop-eared rabbit head]

Xiaoying: Oh? Did I say that? Well, I think I did.

Xiaoying's words "carrying my wife on my back" almost made Lao Jiang laugh. [Milk tea][Milk tea]