This name is the name Han Qingrang uses as the master of Teng Mansion.

Clear, lean,

They are just homophones, the only thing they have in common is that they both sound nice.

His names all sound nice, whether it's Han Qingrang or Teng Qingdu.

"Thank you."

There were many things Zhiyun was not comfortable asking in front of Yan Zhi because it was inappropriate. After all, Yan Zhi had just said that he was working for Han Qingrang.

When she returned, Han Qingrang was still sleeping.

She didn't know whether he was really asleep or just taking a light nap. Zhiyun walked to the bedside and called out, "Teng Qingdu!"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes——

Zhiyun raised her eyebrows, her reaction was quite big.

Then, he slowly sat up, and the quilt slid down from his smooth chest, covering only his lower body.

His hair was very messy, which increased the desire. Such a beautiful picture made Zhiyun couldn't help but look at it several more times.

Also because of the side angle, Zhiyun noticed some scratches on his arm. They were not deep, but slightly shallow, but they could be seen clearly.

Zhiyun: “…”

Holy shit! Did she catch that?

Zhiyun turned around, took a deep breath and turned back, "Are you hungry?" she asked him.

"Zhizhi, come here."

Zhiyun tilted her head slightly, "What?"

"Come here, I'll tell you..."

"What do you want to say?" Zhiyun thought he really wanted to say something, so she went over to him.

Since he was sitting on the bed, Zhiyun had to kneel on one knee before she could get closer. "Go ahead."

"I said..." Han Qingrang's eyes showed an ambiguous smile. He reached out and clasped her waist, pressing her under him.

Zhiyun: “…”

In terms of cunning operations, Zhiyun is better than him, but in terms of cunning between men and women, he is still slightly better.

"So you are Teng Qingdu?" Despite being suppressed by him, Zhiyun remained calm.

She couldn't move her hands, as he held them down on the bed.

Zhiyun tried to free her hand and succeeded in one go. Her hand was free.

His face was covered, and Zhiyun blocked it with her hands. "You haven't answered me yet. Are you Teng Qingdu?"

"Um."

His face was resting on her palm, just like when she was drunk and rubbed it against his arms last night, a particularly dependent gesture.

Zhiyun felt a little itchy in her palms, so she simply held his face to prevent him from getting close to her. "The name is quite nice, I like it."

"What does Zhizhi like?"

"you."

"What do you like about me?" He smiled.

Zhiyun raised the corners of her lips and said, "Why do you think I like you? I've already said it before, I like..."

He stared at her intently.

Waiting for her next step.

Zhiyun couldn't hold it in anymore, the corners of her mouth kept rising and she kept smiling.

The next second, his hands clasped her waist tightly, fitting her tightly against him. "What did you say just now, Zhizhi?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhiyun was amused and laughed out loud. She thought she could hold it back, but she overestimated herself and couldn't help it at all.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. Okay, I was wrong, okay." Zhiyun admitted seriously.

The sound is also much softer.

Fortunately, he let her go this time.

"They all call me Mrs. Teng. Was it you who told them to do that?" Zhiyun asked.

"You are my lady, my wife, my wife, my only love." He said a long string of words at once.

Zhiyun felt warm in her heart, "Well, then as Mrs. Teng, can I ask Mr. Teng something?"

"Um."

Zhiyun asked, "What's wrong with your eyes? Don't lie to me."