Chapter 30 It’s soft and fluffy after the rain, and it’s even softer when you do it. …

Chen Cheng's eyes were innocent, as if to say no.

She was thinking about the greeting, but it was all about the troubles in the past.

Song Jili touched her forehead and whispered, "I really envy him for knowing Chen Cheng three years ago, for saving her when she was most helpless, for occupying a place in her heart forever, and for being a person of extraordinary significance to her."

Chen Cheng shook his head slowly.

She didn't like the way he thought about Ying Yizhi. In her heart, Ying Yizhi was the cruelest person she had ever met.

"Baby, you've never done this to me."

There was something pitiful in his tone.

Chen Cheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

Song Jili pressed his thumb on the corner of her lips, moved his eyes to her lips, looked at them, and wanted to kiss her.

"I want to ask about your past, but I'm afraid it's a past that I can't bear." His voice became a little hoarse towards the end, and his speech slowed down a little bit.

He... is scared.

Chen Cheng moved a little distance away and gestured, saying: Nothing happened between him and me.

"I don't care about that."

What he meant was never her body, but her soul and her heart. The bondage of the past made that man leave a mark in her life forever.

Have, or have had.

Then, will he be allowed to enter?

He thought that she had always lived in her own circle, didn't have many close friends, and had no ex-boyfriends, and that her ideas were immoral, but this meant that he had countless possibilities.

He can teach and wait for her if she doesn't know how to do or doesn't understand something.

Slowly, she will look at him seriously, not just as her husband, nor as someone she cares about superficially.

He could be her one and only one.

Chen Cheng looked at Song Jili.

She didn't understand what he meant, but the concern in his eyes touched her heart.

She raised her hand tremblingly, and he grabbed it, and put his face close to it, rubbing it lightly with the tip of his nose, with an expression of enjoyment, like a ferocious cat showing weakness.

They kissed.

The entrance hall, the dining table, the sofa - and finally poured into a cloud-soft quilt.

She was completely honest with him.

"Did anyone teach you this?" He kissed her wrist.

Chen Cheng was slow and shook his head.

She never dared to establish a close relationship with anyone other than Chen Aoshuang. Even the people in the Shen family were just familiar strangers to her.

No one would kiss her like he did.

"BB, can I teach you?"

Chen Cheng didn't like his questions in bed.

It seemed like he was asking for her opinion, but in reality it meant that his next behavior would be excessive.

wilted.

The heater in the house was just turned on, but she felt like she was on fire and broke out in a thin sweat.

He patiently did the foreplay for a long time.

But the process of inclusion is still very difficult.

She couldn't cry out in pain, let alone move, because the room was too dark.

Every time he went a little deeper, he would lean down and ask in her ear: "Are you feeling well? Does it hurt?"

There was some pain, but it wasn't unbearable. His overly caring greetings made her even more embarrassed.

Chen Cheng raised his hand and covered his mouth.

Manually silence him.

The bad man would not take this as a warning. He stretched out his nimble tongue and gently licked her palm.

Hot and wet kisses fell densely on her palms and knuckles.

She dodged and touched his tense forehead with bulging veins.

She was stunned.

He was clearly enduring more pain than she was.

She took the initiative to move closer.

Just one thing can make him crazy.

It's unbearable.

Hit deeply.

Amid the turbulence, she grabbed his arm, the raised scar on it burned her palm, and her nails accidentally scratched his skin, leaving a red mark the same length as the raised scar.

Song Jili smiled: "It seems that going to base is just like going to the battlefield. You will have to leave a commemorative wound."

Chen Cheng was so angry that he pushed him.

While she was distracted, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her spine.

——All in.

They touched each other's shame.

Her instep was tense as she tried to adjust.

His soothing kiss fell softly, but he did not let her go completely, and the distance between them was still shrinking.

Song Jili felt like he was going crazy.

After doing it for too long at the beginning, and after they were completely in contact, he almost couldn't help but confess.

"Baby, it's too tight."

Chen Cheng pinched his arm with his hand, opened his mouth to breathe, but couldn't make any sound.

The frequency is too fast.

She signed to slow him down.

I don't know if he did it on purpose, but he distracted her and made her unable to finish her sentence.

"Baby, can you call me husband? I'll listen to you." Song Jilisi did not hide her strange habit at all. She grabbed her hand and kissed it.

Chen Cheng's ears, face, and neck all turned red.

The bedroom door was open, and the warm yellow light from the living room shone in, with only the sound of a man's breathing.

I don't know how much time has passed, and I changed the clothes I was wearing.

Chen Cheng curled up in the quilt in a daze, his face flushed. He didn't dare to face the current situation and felt ashamed of his own loss of composure a few minutes ago.

Song Jili pulled the wet one over and said frivolously, "Baby, this is a normal physiological phenomenon."

"It means you are very comfortable, that's why you blow."

Chen Cheng covered his head with a quilt.

Through the quilt, I could hear the muffled and weak laughter in my ears.

He was so angry that he pulled down the quilt and hit him.

Song Jili hugged her and wiped her eyes, then asked softly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Chen Cheng shook his head.

Song Jili had sharp eyes and he caught a glimpse of her with her legs together, her heels rubbing together, as if she was trying hard to endure something.

"Take a bath." Song Jili picked up Chen Cheng and did not allow her to refuse.

Chen Cheng sat in the bathtub, Song Jili took a small stool and sat outside, rolled up his sleeves, and washed her.

Chen Cheng gestured nervously and said: I can do it myself.

Song Jili held the shower head and said, "No, I'll do it."

Chen Cheng and Song Jili were pulling each other, and water splashed out, getting his pajamas wet.

"If my pants are wet, I'll wash them with you." Song Jili said quietly.

Chen Cheng was so panicked that he didn't dare to move and just sat quietly.

Song Jili patted the edge of the bathtub: "Come over here, I'll wash your hair."

Chen Cheng lay down as instructed, and Song Jili used the shower to wet her long hair, added some shampoo, foamed it, and washed every part carefully.

Wash it very carefully.

It's just that... the movements were too vigorous and water almost got into my eyes.

Chen Cheng signed unhappily: You don't look like you're taking a shower, you look like you're washing a dog.

Song Jili stopped moving and twitched the corners of his lips.

Why does the little girl speak so harshly?

"When you get ruthless, you even scold yourself?" Song Ji smiled politely, "Whose pretty puppy is this?"

He turned her face over and kissed her soft cheek.

"My house?"

Chen Cheng glared at him, furious.

Song Jili rubbed her cheek with the tip of his nose and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It's my little lamb, soft and fluffy, and it's even softer when I make it."

"Little lamb, little lamb, you are so sweet."

He murmured sweet words one after another.

Chen Cheng's face turned red with anger and he stopped gesturing. There was no effect from glaring at him and he could only stare at the ceiling.

I made up my mind not to talk to him tonight!

Song Jili lazily opened his eyelids to watch her movements. From his angle, he saw the kiss marks on her body, which were ambiguous and sexy. His Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.

Suppress the dirty thoughts and concentrate on washing your hair.

He ran his fingers through her hair to the ends, but he couldn't suppress the urge to bend down and kiss her neck.

Chen Cheng was startled and dodged to the side. His movement was so violent that water overflowed and his pants were completely wet.

"I'll take you to take a shower." Song Jili's eyes were fixed on her.

Chen Cheng had a bad feeling, waved his hands, and gestured hurriedly: I can do it myself, I can do it.

Song Jili curled his lips and smiled: "Baby, I don't like to give up halfway."

The next second, the world was spinning.

Chen Cheng stood under the shower, put her hands on the tiles, shook her head, and told him: This is not allowed, let's go somewhere else.

"Xiao Chengzi, look, you will compromise. As long as I do something worse, you will choose something slightly less bad." Song Jili turned on the shower.

Chen Cheng closed her eyes, warm water poured down, and his kiss fell on her shoulder.

After the foam was rinsed off, she was finally able to open her eyes.

She was standing in a position where she could see the mirror.

The water temperature was high and the bathroom was misty. I could vaguely see in the mirror a man hugging a woman from behind.

Chen Cheng didn't dare to look, and didn't want to face the mirror, so he patted the back of his hand and pointed at the light.

Song Jili's voice became hoarse: "Baby, if you really turn off the lights, I won't be able to see what you want to say."

Chen Cheng didn't dare to do that anymore. He would definitely not miss the opportunity to tease her.

After this incident, Chen Cheng would never take a shower with him again.

Facing the 1.84-meter-tall Song Jili, she tiptoed, clenched her toes, and tightly grasped his arm across her waist, trying to steady her body for fear of falling.

Sometimes it was too fast, and she would pat his arm, and he would slow down for a few beats and return to the original rhythm.

She couldn't stand still, so she stepped on the back of his feet, shortening the distance between them.

I accidentally touched his knees again, my legs went weak and I sat down.

"hiss……"

The man was stimulated and chuckled with a nasal voice: "Baby, so proactive?"

He grabbed her hand, pressed it on her lower abdomen, and pushed it down.

“Did you feel it?”

Chen Cheng felt that there was indeed something inside through a layer of skin and flesh.

Frightened, she struggled to break free from his hand.

Song Jili turned her face over and kissed her.

After making a fuss for almost half an hour, Chen Cheng felt like his skin was peeling off, so he ended it with a feeling of unfulfilled desire.

She slept in the quilt, her whole body soft and soft. There was an indescribable dull pain in her stomach, and her heels rubbed lightly against the sheets.

Song Jili cleaned the bedroom, wearing only a bath towel, and joked, "It's so wet, is it your water or the bath water?"

Chen Cheng was completely exhausted and struggled to sit up. He picked up the pillow beside him and threw it at him as he came out of the bathroom.

"I'm just kidding, dear." Song Jili walked over, sat beside the bed, pinched her face, squinted his narrow eyes, and looked very satisfied.

Chen Cheng's eyelids felt heavy and he didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore, so he pulled up the quilt and went to sleep.

After a while, the lights in the house dimmed, and he approached her from behind, burying half of his face in her long hair.

"Good night."

he whispered.

Chen Cheng didn't give any response, but didn't make a fuss to get out of his arms and closed her eyes to sleep.

Chen Cheng woke up in the afternoon of the first day of the new year.

Song Jili woke up early, and the bed next to him was no longer warm.

Chen Cheng was extremely nervous, worried that sleeping in would leave a bad impression.

In the past fifteen years at the Shen family, on the first day of the new year, we had to get up early to pay New Year's greetings to the elders. Yesterday, Lin Fangxian said that we didn't have to get up early to pay New Year's greetings, but as the younger generation, we should have breakfast together.

She changed her clothes and Song Jili just came back from outside.

She was wearing a black combat jacket and a headband, and had just returned from a workout.

He poured a glass of water, looked at her, and asked with a smile: "Did you sleep well?"

Chen Cheng thought back to last night and felt embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"Does it still hurt?" Song Jili came over.

The next second, her face was pushed away by Chen Cheng. She frowned and glared at him fiercely, as if he had done something terrible.

Song Jili raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I won't tease our little orange. If it turns red and warm in a second, what should I do if it's overripe?"

Chen Cheng raised her hand to hit someone, but Song Jili dodged swiftly, kissed her on the face, and walked into the house.

"Wait for me at the restaurant next door. Aunt Wu has prepared your favorite food."

Chen Cheng wiped his face.

Song Jili stopped, turned back, pinched her chin, and kissed her again.

"No wiping," he warned.

Chen Cheng was speechless. How could this guy be seven years older than her? He was clearly a childish kid.

But he refused to give in, so Chen Cheng had to say: I won't wipe it, you go take a shower, I'll wait for you to have breakfast.

"Let's go eat first." Song Jili was worried that she would be hungry, so he took everyone to the restaurant first.

There was hot food on the table. Mother Wu had prepared it early and was waiting for them to eat.

Chen Cheng sat down and pretended to eat. When Song Jili returned to the bedroom, she took out her cell phone to check the messages.

When I logged into WeChat, Qiao Qiaoyu sent me dozens of messages.

Chen Cheng thought something had happened.

Open with tension.

Qiao Qiaoyu: [Oh my god, baby, you are going to be famous! ]

Qiao Qiaoyu: [She is indeed the one I like. 】

I forwarded a few posts on Xiaohongshu, which are the store exploration notes of several bloggers.

Chen Cheng opened it and saw that two of the posts had over 10,000 likes, and the one with the least had at least 8,000 likes.

Qiao Qiaoyu: [Baby Orange, please don’t think that I forced someone to promote you. I only found two small bloggers, and their traffic was just right. These popular notes were all posted by the bloggers themselves.]

Qiao Qiaoyu: [I plan to open the museum on weekdays after the Chinese New Year, and hold special exhibitions on rainy days. We have to plan carefully. After all, our status has risen. We have just issued a notice to open reservations, and the reservations for half a month are all full. ]

Qiao Qiaoyu: [You really are my little kumquat! ]

Chen Cheng was surprised. He didn't expect that his work would be loved by so many people.

Qiao Qiaoyu: [Baby, take a look at the comments section, they are all praising you. ]

Qiao Qiaoyu: [Let’s not talk about it for now. Brother Jin and I are going to visit relatives. We’ll contact you later.]

After Chen Cheng replied to the message, he downloaded Xiaohongshu, registered an account, opened the notes, and read through the comments.

Because this is a store exploration note, many people below are asking where the gallery is and travel tips.

Chen Cheng thinks that this is not just her credit. Her unique painting style can indeed attract some people. It is also inseparable from Qiao Qiaoyu's careful curation, which makes her paintings more unique.

No one dislikes compliments. Chen Cheng was in a good mood and wanted to wait for Song Jili to come and share the good news with him.

She scrolled down and saw the comments, and her smile froze.

[I don't see anything special about it. It's just a common technique used in painting to hide colors... I guess it's something that was bought with money.]

[It should be that they spent money to promote it. I heard from a friend that half of the paintings were sold on the first day of the exhibition. It must have been promoted.]

[The people above are so jealous. Are they making money from you? I just can't stand watching this. ]

[There is nothing special about it, and the painting style is just average. Among people with the same style, Ying Yizhi paints much better than her.]

【Since everyone is comparing us to Yizhi, I must introduce our young and promising oil painter Ying Yizhi to everyone. He graduated from the oil painting department of a prestigious university. His graduation work "Sunset" became famous after being exhibited. The same series "The Dead Sun" was finally sold at a bid price of 2.42 million. Not only is he talented, he is also a 1.8-meter-tall Chinese-Italian mixed-race handsome guy. He starts with good looks and is loyal to his talent. This is completely embodied in him.】

[Starting next month, Yizhi’s paintings will be touring the country. If you like this style of painting, please go to the gallery to have a good meal.]

"Why don't you eat?" Song Jili wiped the water droplets from his hair, casually placed the towel on the back of the stool, and sat down.

Chen Cheng hurriedly put away his phone, nodded woodenly, and shook his head.

"Why are you nervous?" Song Jili served her porridge.

Chen Cheng lied: I was wondering whether I should have dinner with my parents?

Song Jili said: "They are out on vacation, let's talk about it after the Lantern Festival."

Chen Cheng: Are you going out? Are you not going to spend the New Year at home?

"Dad is older than his father, and all the relatives come to visit during the holidays. He feels sorry for Mom having to deal with those relatives every day, so he took Mom on vacation abroad early. They will probably arrive in Sanya soon." Song Jili was no longer surprised by his parents' behavior.

Chen Cheng was stunned. He never expected that his parents-in-law disliked visiting relatives even more than young people.

"After we finish eating, we'll leave." Song Jili picked up some food for Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng moved the bowl a little further away, and it was full when he pushed it in again.

Chen Cheng doesn't know much about the New Year customs in Jiangdu. He feels that the New Year atmosphere is not very strong, but the customs are quite particular.

She asked: "Where are Big Brother and A Ling? Do you want to say hello?"

"They are probably already at the Liang family." Song Jili snorted, "My parents went on vacation, and the burden of entertaining guests fell on my eldest brother. Before he got married, he couldn't find an excuse to hide, so he had to open the door to welcome guests. After he got married, he took Ah Ling with him and went out earlier than my parents."

Chen Cheng was curious: Aren’t you asked to receive relatives?

Song Jili chuckled: "If my parents want to completely solve the trouble of leaving their relatives, they can call me. They don't need to maintain a relative relationship in the future."

Chen Cheng understood.

If Song Jili were to entertain the guests, given his vicious tongue, they would not dare to visit him again next year.

"Eat, it's not our turn to worry about this." Song Jili picked up some food for Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng: I can’t finish it.

"Sure, eat more." Song Jili coaxed her.

Chen Cheng nervously reached out to touch the canvas bag next to the stool.

"What is that? You touched it three times while taking a bite of rice." Song Jili found something unusual.

Chen Cheng doesn't have much experience in giving gifts.

In the past, when I bought gifts for my nephews and nieces, as well as my brother and sister-in-law, I would just place an order directly in the store if I liked the item.

Song Jili was the first one to spend time on the purchase, so his reaction was very important to her.

Chen Cheng pushed the gift box out and said: A New Year's gift for you.

Song Jili opened it and saw the three gifts inside. The corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

"Why did you think of giving me a gift?" Song Jili accepted it calmly.

Chen Cheng: I made my first pot of gold and I want to share it with you. Thank you for helping me.

Song Jili looked at her and smiled, feeling itchy, and pinched her chin.

Chen Cheng didn't dare to move.

I thought, I can’t even laugh now?

Song Jili came over and kissed the corner of her lips: "My baby is so nice. He wanted to share the first pot of gold he made with me."

It seems that he spent all the money he earned.

Chen Cheng pushed his hand away and sat down.

Song Jili has made up his mind and plans to wear it when going out tomorrow.

-

After lunch, they returned to Riverview No. 1.

On the second day of the Chinese New Year, they will go to their third brother and his wife's house for dinner, and then rush to Hong Kong. The schedule is tight, so Song Jili urged Chen Cheng to rest more.

After returning home, Chen Cheng retreated into the studio and sat in front of the drawing board, thinking about the comments he had read today about Ying Yizhi.

After preparing herself mentally for a long time, she opened the browser and typed in the name that was once so familiar to her that it was engraved in her life.

The page pops up.

The Baidu introduction should be managed by a dedicated person, and the content of the introduction should be detailed, listing all the honors he has received.

He has lived a very good life these years.

Chen Cheng's vision became blurry and his nose felt sore.

The better he was, the clearer the things she wanted to forget became, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

New messages pop up in the message bar.

Unknown number: [Orange, I know you don't want to see me, but I still hope you can give me a chance, can we talk? ]

Unknown number: [I regret deceiving you back then. ]

Chen Cheng felt ridiculous.

What is there to regret? Aren’t you enjoying everything you have now?

Unknown number: [I really want to apologize to you, you don’t have to rush to reject me. ]

Unknown number: [Next month is my first exhibition in the country. I hope you can witness this important moment with me. Is that ok?]

Chen Cheng looked around the studio, feeling extremely disgusted.

It should be about the meaning and the painting as well.