Chapter 79 Brother "Did Yingying do anything happy last night?" ...

"elder brother."

"Brother Muneya."

They were clearly separated by a corridor, a door, and a wall, but because of a phone call, they could hear each other's breathing.

Qiao Ruoying found the drowning feeling she'd been looking for. She was clearly drowning, but Jiang Zongye gently and powerfully supported her, sweeping her into the whirlpool...

It's so shameful.

In a panic, she hung up Jiang Zongye's phone. She could even imagine his Adam's apple rolling, his skin covered in sweat, and his pupils slightly out of focus.

So, Jiang Zongye is also doing this kind of thing? How embarrassing.

They've broken up, why are they still...?

It feels like the bodies haven't forgotten each other, and are still eager for each other, wishing one could eat the other...

On the other end of the phone, in the bathroom.

Jiang Zong also frowned slightly, looking down at her stained underwear in his palm, and smelled the faint scent of bitter almonds.

He remembered that Yingying always felt shy when she smelled this smell. She would lie in the quilt with a red face and refused to come out, insisting that he clean it up.

Sometimes, when he got excited, he would wickedly kiss her red earlobes and say in a hoarse voice, "Yingying doesn't like it so much. What are we going to do if you don't wear it anymore?"

She refuted him weakly in a hesitant voice: "I don't dislike it, it's just..."

Actually, I'm just shy.

Shy of the fishy masculine scent.

Jiang Zongye's full Adam's apple moved.

This is... I've been holding it in for too long. The surging tide is coming with great force.

For a split second, he really wanted to break down her door, grab her, and press her under him, making her cry...

He took off his shirt and trousers and put them in the hamper.

Turn on the shower head and let the warm water pour down onto your skin.

Under the bright yellow light, the man's dark hair was shaved back, revealing his handsome forehead. The image of the girl's clean sleeping face immediately emerged in his mind.

In the past, when he was in Tianxi Huanyu, he often did this kind of thing when he came back too late and she was already sleeping peacefully on the sheets. He would just stare at her face quietly, accumulating all his impulses and then solving them himself.

Occasionally, a subtle thought would cross his mind: If there is no protection and all these are given to her, she will get pregnant, right?

After taking a shower, he washed his soiled panties under the shower head.

He spread out the thin cloth, applied some refreshing orange blossom soap on it, and rubbed it with his slightly red fingertips, cleaning it bit by bit.

The bitter taste of almonds also gradually dissipates in the scent of soap.

As he rubbed her, the man muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, "Yingying, you can only give birth to a baby for me."

-

The phone call at night came very suddenly. Jiang Zong also called her and asked her to call him brother. She obediently called him brother, and then they heard each other's slightly heavy breathing and hung up.

So much so that the next morning, when Qiao Ruoying woke up slowly from her sleep, she thought for a moment that the phone call was a scene from a dream.

She opened the call log and saw his name and call duration clearly displayed on the log. Only then did she confirm that this was not a dream, but that Jiang Zongye had really called her before going to bed.

Why was he calling her at that time?

Could you hear something strange in her voice? It was trembling, thin, as if it had been forced into a single line by the tide?

She was so afraid that Jiang Zong would find out that she was fantasizing about him. If he really found out, it would be so embarrassing and her face would turn red with embarrassment.

So for the rest of the day, she wanted to avoid Jiang Zongye.

However, Jiang Zong had no intention of avoiding her. He sent her a message during the lunch break.

"The succulents have been potted. Should I come up and water them?"

She bought a total of ten pots of succulents, seven of which were placed in her office, and three were placed in Jiang Zongye's office.

Li Zheng was efficient and had already arranged for the succulents to be repotted. The succulents were potted in Wedgewood ceramic pots, a delicate pink-white ceramic, with plump leaves that gave the plants a touch of wildness amidst their exquisite beauty.

Seeing the message he sent, Qiao Ruoying's mind flashed back to last night's indulgence. How she had pulled her panties down to her knees, thinking of Jiang Zongye, his handsome face, his long, bony fingers, until a wonderful vortex descended, enveloping her, and her face instantly flushed as red as the evening sunset.

Of course she refused him and didn't want to go to his office.

"It's just watering the succulents. You can do it yourself."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zong also replied: "The pot of succulents is small, I don't know how to control my hands, I'm afraid of watering the succulents to death."

“…”

These words were like pinching Qiao Ruoying's weak spot.

What if the succulent plants she carefully selected were really killed by Jiang Zongye? She gave him the three pots of succulents, not to let them "suffer" at his place!

Thinking of this, Qiao Ruoying got up and took the elevator to the top floor.

Jiang Zongye was reading a document. When he closed the cap of his pen with a "click", he saw Qiao Ruoying wearing a beige off-shoulder sweater and a light-colored plaid skirt. The smile on his lips deepened.

Qiao Ruoying noticed Jiang Zong also fiddling with a fountain pen. He held the nickel-black pen between his long fingers, swinging it as it rolled over the protruding veins on the back of his hand.

Suddenly, her heart trembled. She remembered last night, she actually imagined her hand was Jiang Zong also caressing her, sometimes hard, sometimes light, and occasionally nipping at her soft spot.

Woohoo, I’m so embarrassed.

Fortunately, her disguise skills are much better now than before. She glanced at the three pots of small succulents placed on Jiang Zongye's desk. They looked like they were sitting in a row, which was very cute.

As if to change the subject, she quickly said, "Put them where the sun can shine on them."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to move the small flower pot, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and squatted down.

"That way the sun will give them a nice blush."

Pretty blush.

What a cute statement.

Jiang Zong's heart also fluttered, and he lowered his head to look at her face. From this angle, he could only see the outline of her ears and profile, which were translucent and tinged with a little red, like the red tip of a ripe peach.

He handed her the watering can:

"I'll ask someone to buy some succulent fill lights."

"You can have a fill light. But when the sun is available, you should let the succulents get more sun." She watered the plants and pinched the plump little leaves of the succulents.

Judging from her tone, succulent babies are also living things, enjoying the sunshine and rain just like humans.

A subtle sense of peace passed through Jiang Zongye's heart. Although the succulents she gave him only sat on his desk for one day, he had a feeling that his connection with the world had grown.

Qiao Ruoying put the succulents into the sun, stood up, and glanced from behind Jiang Zongye's desk. She saw a silly smile on a small yellow face and two long ears standing up.

If this isn't Usagi baby, what is it?

And it looked very much like the one she lost.

The girl's face was filled with excitement. She trotted over and turned over the center of the Usagi doll's long ear - there was a thread hidden there.

Relying on this thread, she confirmed that this was indeed her Usagi baby.

She pulled it down from the trellis, held it in her arms, and said to Jiang Zongye, "Why is it here with you?"

The girl's eyes lit up at the thought of the lost Usagi baby being found again. Jiang Zong also watched and couldn't help laughing.

He adjusted his cufflinks slowly, deliberately teasing her, and said slowly:

"What's this? It's right here. I bought it recently."

"This is the one I own," Qiao Ruoying didn't believe it. She lifted up Usaqi's long ears and pointed at the long thread.

"My Usagi baby has a thread here."

Jiang Zong didn't pretend anymore, he just spread his hands and admitted with a smile: "I went to your old rental house and saw it on the sofa."

“…”

Qiao Ruoying blinked.

Did Jiang Zongye also go to the small rental house in Golden Garden? What did he do there?

Thinking of the rental house with a pumpkin-colored sofa, a bamboo-colored carpet, a cloth wardrobe, and a small coffee table with flowers, she and Jiang Zong were also affectionate on the sofa and rolling around in the bed, you were in me and I was in you, golden memories suddenly filled her head.

It’s a pity that it’s all in the past.

...Why did he go there? Of course, the only possibility was that he went there to reminisce about their relationship.

"Then I'll take baby Usaqi away." She suppressed her emotions and touched baby Usaqi's big yellow face.

"No." Jiang Zong also took a few steps to stand in front of her, leaned down, and looked at her with a smile. "Since I picked it up, it's mine now."

"Lost property must be returned to the owner, and I am the owner." Qiao Ruoying hugged the baby Usaqi and refused to let go.

"It's okay to return it to the owner." Jiang Zong also curled his lips.

"Just count me in."

He looked straight into her eyes, his dark pupils full of smiles, frank and rogue:

"I'm also waiting for my owner to claim me."

Does that mean she is also the owner of his lost items?

She has to take him back with her?

This is the first time I’ve heard someone compare themselves to a “lost object”.

Qiao Ruoying was at the point of laughing and crying. In fact, a corner of her heart had already begun to loosen because of him, like a shaky little bolt that would fall off completely if shaken a few times.

No, I can't be too soft-hearted towards him too quickly.

"Whoever wants to claim you can claim you, I won't claim you." She said coquettishly, touched Usaqi's round head, and softened her tone.

"Then little Wu baby, you should stay with your...your uncle for the time being. Mommy will come back to take you back after a while."

She almost blurted out "your dad"!

She thinks of herself as Usagi's "mother". If she personally admits that Jiang Zong is also its father, and Jiang Zong hears it, wouldn't he be secretly very happy?

No, no, I can't let him have such a good time, huh.

“…”

Jiang Zong also noticed the pause when she said "your uncle", and knew that she had swallowed the word "father". His mood was indeed much brighter.

He looked at the faint blush on the tips of her ears, as if they were dyed with roses, and knew that the girl must be shy about the absurd phone call last night.

How could he, who is so perceptive, not know what Yingying was doing at that time?

She must be searching for release just like him.

When he thought that she was just like him, and that they would be tightly hooked together and have deep physical affection for each other, he couldn't stop the joy in his heart.

He deliberately brought up the topic: "Yingying, did you do anything to make yourself happy last night?"

Things that make you happy.

Qiao Ruoying had been poking Usaqi's big head with her fingers from time to time, and when she heard what he said, she almost jumped in fright.

Her face was getting redder and hotter, and her pair of dark lychee eyes were staring at him. The black and white were distinct, and they looked unusually clear and pure.

She subconsciously denied: "I didn't, I didn't."

After she denied it, she realized that her denial was too strong and too direct, and it was simply "trying to cover up the truth".

Facing Jiang Zongye's half-smile eyes, his eyes were deep, as if mist was spreading and completely enveloping her.

She was so embarrassed and angry that she felt like a little rabbit that had fallen into a hunter's trap without any clue where to go.

The hunter saw everything clearly and knew the rabbit's happiness, enjoyment and decadence.

Jiang Zong is so bad!

Couldn't he just pretend that phone call last night never happened?

I'm going to bring this up again today.

Humph, next time he calls and orders her to call him "brother" again, she won't do that. It will suffocate him to death.

Jiang Zong also watched the changing expressions on her face. Sometimes she pouted her lips like petals, and sometimes she was ashamed and angry, almost burying her face in her hands.

So cute.

If he continued teasing him, the little rabbit might wave its claws and scratch him, and then ignore him for several days.

He did not continue to force her, and "kindly" let her go downstairs on the pretext of continuing to work.

-

The Spring Festival is approaching little by little. Small lanterns are hung on the branches of the trees on the roadside, illuminating the way home for pedestrians with their red lights, adding a bit of festive atmosphere.

In the group, no one was in the mood to work. They were happily waiting to go home for the New Year with the salary that Jiang Zong had promised them, plus "an extra month's year-end bonus".

And the annual meeting of Taiheng Group has arrived amid great anticipation.

This year's annual meeting was held in the second-floor lobby of the headquarters. All the conference rooms were decorated with Taehyung's iconic logo - a furry wolf head, surrounded by lanterns, stickers, balloons and ribbons;

The conference room was transformed into a gift hall, with boxes of holiday gifts neatly stacked up.

The holiday gift is placed in a box and tied with a red ribbon. This year's gift is a four-piece silk bedding set, which was also selected by the administrative department after consulting the public in advance. It is comfortable, affordable and practical.

The annual meeting is roughly divided into three parts: star singing, employee performances and small games, and the final lucky draw.

The grandness of Taehyung Group's annual party, the exquisite programs and the generous gifts are well-known among large companies. Internal employees also joke that "even if it is for Taehyung's annual party, I have to wait until after the Spring Festival before resigning." This is the first time that Qiao Ruoying has served as a supervisor. Organizing the team to complete such a grand event, she is busy like a spinning top.

Although she was busy, Qiao Ruoying was also very happy when she saw the employees laughing and playing with balloons and counting gifts, and the office was full of laughter.

What surprised her even more was that the celebrity guest invited to this annual meeting was Ge Yunfei.

A male idol whose songs she has listened to for a long time, whose variety shows she follows, and whose idol she looks up to like a ray of starlight when she is desperate and sad.

She had imagined countless times before the scene of meeting her idol. Was it at a concert? He was on the stage, shining like a star, while she was waving a light stick in the audience, watching him from afar, like looking at a star.

But last time she broke up with Jiang Zongye, she was so sad that her stomach curled up and she wanted to vomit everything she ate. It seemed like there were always tears in her eyes, but she just kept holding them back - those days, she was so uncomfortable and needed strength so much, but she never thought of Ge Yunfei.

I just kept thinking about Jiang Zongye.

So, does that mean she doesn't need the power of role models anymore?

At this time, there was still an hour before the annual meeting started. Dong Qing, the head of the planning department, knew that she liked Ge Yunfei and sent her a message:

"Queenie, do you want to come and see Ge Yunfei in person? I heard you quite like him. Would you like to ask for his autograph and take a photo with him?"

Since the real person was so close and she happened to be free, Qiao Ruoying thought she could go and take a look.

Besides her, there were several new girls in the administration department who were also Ge ​​fans. She thought about getting autographs for them, so she sent a message in the administration department chat group.

"I'm going to meet Ge Yunfei later. Hey guys, if any of you want his autograph, I'll get it for you."

At work, she was strict with them and displayed the authority that only a boss could have; but outside of work, she was very friendly to her employees and would never deliberately make things difficult for them. In addition, they were of similar age, so she soon became friends with her employees.

"I, I, I want it! Thank you, Boss Joe!"

"I want it too, I want it too."

There was a response from the group.

The group specially prepared autograph cards for this event. Qiao Ruoying counted out a few according to the number of people, stuffed them into her Chanel Medium bag, and pushed open the door of the dressing room according to the location sent by Dong Qing.

She picked out this bag at the Henggu Vientiane counter.

She clearly remembered what Jiang Zong had said, "Respect the clothes first, then respect the person." Since she was the administrative director, she made her clothes more gorgeous and low-key so that others would not dare to look down on her.

Powder room.

A stylist is applying makeup to Ge Yunfei, a singer who has become incredibly popular in recent years. His fans jokingly call him "the most attractive singer, and the best singer among all the handsome singers."

As the planning director, Dong Qing decided to appoint him as the star guest of the annual meeting. In the early stages, she and Ge Yunfei were in charge of the coordination.

This time, when Dong Qing introduced Ge Yunfei and said, "Our administrative department director is also your fan and wants to come and see you," Ge Yunfei's face did not fluctuate at all.

He has been a celebrity for too many years and has met all kinds of people, powerful and powerless, sycophantic and indifferent. He has seen them all.

He was just meeting an administrative supervisor, maybe she would ask him to sign.

Ge Yunfei scratched his head with his fingers without even raising his eyelids.

He was facing the mirror.

In the mirror, there is a reflection of an unusually tall and slender figure, wrapped in a haze blue sweater dress, with a slim and well-proportioned figure and a thin and round waist.

Then I heard someone say, "Manager Qiao is here."

Her figure was so attractive that one couldn't take their eyes off her. Ge Yunfei wanted to see her face clearly in the mirror, but unfortunately, from his angle, he couldn't see it at all.

Ge Yunfei had no choice but to turn around.

When he turned around and saw the girl in front of him, Ge Yunfei suddenly felt as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face and flowers were blooming.

He has been in the entertainment industry for many years and has seen all kinds of female stars, but the face of Manager Qiao in front of him is more stunning than any other female star he has ever seen.

Moreover, she was without makeup, not even wearing lipstick.

-

Top floor office.

The noisy voices and lively laughter from downstairs could be heard from time to time.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, because of the arrival of the Spring Festival, the neon lights on the facade of the building are particularly brilliant. The red and purple lights create a scene of prosperity and peace, and good times are coming.

The festival is just around the corner and it is easy to make people feel agitated and uneasy.

But Jiang Zongye was in this bustling festival, but he was very focused and calm, processing a batch of documents behind his desk.

Li Zheng watched him finish reading a dozen documents, took two steps forward, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Uncle Li, what's the matter?" Jiang Zong could tell at a glance that he had something to do.

Li Zheng pondered for a moment, weighing Qiao Ruoying's importance to Jiang Zongye, and then told the truth: "The star guest of the annual meeting is Miss Qiao's idol, Ge Yunfei. Mr. Ge is in the dressing room, and Miss Qiao has also gone there."

Ge Yunfei.

Hearing this name, Jiang Zong immediately became alert.

Is he the "celebrity gigolo" that Yingying has always regarded as her idol?

Jiang Zong also adjusted his cufflinks and said slowly to Li Zheng:

"Let's go down to the dressing room."

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The author has something to say: Brother Jiang: Here comes another guy who wants to steal my girlfriend. [roll eyes][roll eyes] I'm busy beating up the mistress all day long. [crack open][crack open]

Xiaoying: You're just being nervous [dog head]

Jiang Ge: My wife is too beautiful and charming, I don’t feel safe [roll eyes][roll eyes]

Baby Usagi: Dad, you detained me [burst into tears] You took me hostage

Jiang Ge: Be good, if we want to enter your mom's house, we must go in together. I can't go in without you [sunglasses]