Chapter 35 35. The keys are all yours.

The fact that she had informed Xiao Yichi to change the party time had already resulted in three consecutive phone calls warning her that she was prioritizing her friends over her friends. Yu Wan smiled without saying anything and peppered the group with emojis.

Mi Yanyan knew she was in the wrong, so she changed her arrogant attitude and apologized humbly.

Xiao Yichi didn't turn around and privately messaged Mi Yanyan in the group: [It's okay to reschedule. You can talk to Ye Jinhe.]

She agreed to everything and asked with a smile: "How far has it progressed?"

Xiao Yichi: [Ordinary friends.]

Mi Yanyan: [Pretending.]

Xiao Yichi: [I'm not pretending. I'm serious.]

Mi Yanyan: [Even if the sky falls, your mouth will hold it up. It's really safe.]

The dialog box is silent for a moment, and it always shows that the other party is typing.

Xiao Yichi: [Have you told her? Is it easy to change the flight?]

Mi Yanyan: [......]

After they recommended each other on WeChat, Ye Jinhe asked Xiao Yichi about his preferences several times in a roundabout way, and Mi Yanyan probably understood that there was probably a chance.

After all, Xiao Yichi has been known for being a playful person over the years, but in reality he has never had any serious in-depth communication with girls.

Being able to chat about these days at least proves that there is no rejection.

It's no wonder Yu Wan always said that they were the ones who ruined Xiao Yichi's lifelong happiness. He was a man of outwardly flamboyant temperament but a gentle heart. If he really wanted to express his feelings, he would have to find a girl who was proactive enough to be irresistible in order to warm up his feelings.

What worries me now is how to get out of this safely and leave early.

The account of changing the time has not been settled yet, and now there is another crime of the protagonist leaving first.

Mi Yanyan dragged Xiao Yichi aside and spoke to him kindly.

"Chichi, I have to go. Please help me clean up the mess."

"You can retreat first. Drink three cups and let them go."

After Xiao Yichi finished speaking while staring at Shi Jingzhou, Mi Yanyan wanted to hit him on the head. Did he realize that the person standing in front of him might be his future big brother?

"That's enough. Judging from Shi Jingzhou's temper, I'll make you pay double for all the alcohol I poured into you today." After saying that, he still felt that it was not enough, and hummed softly to hint to Xiao Yichi, "Leave some room for us so that we can meet again in the future."

Xiao Yichi was drunk and waved his hand casually, "I can't worry about that for the time being." After saying that, he still pointed at the wine on the table and insisted that Shi Jingzhou drink it all before he would be done.

Qin Muchuan broke out in a cold sweat. He had been tossed around for seven or eight drinks. He and Shi Jingzhou had known each other for nearly ten years, and he had never seen anyone braver than Xiao Yichi. He volunteered to help, "I'll keep you company."

Before he could pour himself a drink, Shi Jingzhou had already finished two glasses. He held the third glass in his hand, shook the ice cubes, his eyes darkened for a moment, and then he raised his head to drink it.

He put down the cup steadily, put the suit over Mi Yanyan's shoulders, and turned sideways leisurely, "Let's go."

Mi Yanyan kicked Xiao Yichi and followed him out, jogging to catch up and asking, "Are you okay?"

Drinking so much pure whiskey so quickly and fiercely, regardless of whether I get drunk or not, my stomach feels uncomfortable.

The two men walked to the side of the car, and Uncle Wu hurried to help. Shi Jingzhou took a deep breath, waved his hand, and stood by the car to rinse his mouth with mineral water.

The process was sophisticated and familiar, which caught Mi Yanyan off guard and made her feel a little bit sorry. He had a lot of social engagements, and usually when he got home after drinking, he would just quietly take a shower and go to bed, and never made a fuss.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Mi Yanyan tilted her head to look at him. Her usually serious and indifferent face finally had a bit of redness and alcohol. She looked stubborn and aggrieved. She said indignantly, "It's all Xiao Yichi's fault. Don't worry, I will make it up to him next time and not let him drink to death."

Shi Jingzhou stood up and looked at her with an unusual gentle smile in his eyes. He replied, "It's okay. It will be better soon."

Seeing him inadvertently covering his stomach with his hand, Mi Yanyan felt even more guilty. She understood that Shi Jingzhou didn't want to offend her friend. She was grateful and wanted to say thank you, but the words were stuck in her throat. In the dim night, the car drove onto the elevated road. When the street scenes changed left and right, she realized that this was not the way home.

"Where are we going?" she asked, sitting up straight.

Shi Jingzhou rubbed his brows, opened his eyes and saw that the porcelain-white cheeks of the person next to him were stained with a little bit of alcohol, and her lips were fuller and more lustrous than usual. He simply put his arm around her waist from behind and held her in his arms.

Mi Yanyan's shoulders sank. Seeing that he was drunk, she didn't refuse. Instead, she patted Shi Jingzhou's back soothingly and asked again like coaxing a puppy, "Aren't you going home?"

Without waiting for an answer, she wanted to see if Shi Jingzhou was asleep, but she couldn't break free and could only let him hold her lazily.

After a quarter of an hour's drive, Uncle Wu turned off the engine, glanced in the rearview mirror, and hesitated whether to get out first. After a long moment of silence, he suddenly leaned back in his seat, twisted his neck, and said, "Get out."

Mi Yanyan was still standing there in a daze, staring blankly out the window. This place seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember when she had been there.

Uncle Wu's car quickly drove away. Shi Jingzhou pressed her fingerprint to get on the elevator, which was located on the top floor. She followed him inside. The decor was brand new, with a creamy French style, fresh and warm.

Shi Jingzhou owns many properties in South City, and this is probably one of them.

In the dim light, he glanced back at Mi Yanyan who was standing at the entrance and said, "I haven't prepared your slippers yet, come in." Then he walked straight to the bathroom.

Mi Yanyan didn't understand what she was doing here. The surroundings were quiet and she was feeling drunk. She took off her coat and sat on the sofa.

She felt something on her waist, turned around and took out a teddy bear, and suddenly she had a strange idea.

Could it be that Shi Jingzhou was drunk and confused, bringing himself to this woman's house?

In response to Uncle Wu's hesitant expression just now, and the fact that Shi Jingzhou went to the bathroom familiarly, she felt more convinced.

I got up and walked to the bedroom at the end of the corridor, unlocked the door, and saw a pink four-piece suit decorated with lace, and seven or eight dolls neatly placed on the bed.

The sound of running water was so loud that she couldn't catch her breath. The kitchen utensils were all doubled, and even the water cups were in the shape of cute kittens. Half of his clothes were hanging in the closet, and the other half was all dresses. There were also a few nightgowns folded in the corner. The fabric was scarce and the texture was silky.

Is this where he lives when he's not at home?

Who is the mistress of the house? Is it before marriage or after marriage?

The sounds from the bathroom prickled Mi Yanyan's nerves. She sat on the sofa, arms folded, and met Shi Jingzhou's dark eyes. He had just washed his face, his hair was freshly combed, and his shirt was open at the collar, exuding a playful and dissolute aura that made it impossible to see through him.

"Would you like some water?" He walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out some juice and returned to the living room.

Mi Yanyan lowered her eyes and saw the new flavor NFC. Aunt Chen had bought it last month and it received unanimous praise. Shi Jingzhou was really impartial. He had one store in the east and one in the west of the city, and he took good care of every family.

Okay, in that case, there’s no need to pretend. I’ll find out what it means tonight.

She took the juice, took a sip, put it back on the table, smacked her lips and said, "It tastes bad."

Shi Jingzhou turned the bottle and took a look. It was the same brand and the same packaging. She was the one who said it tasted good, and now she was also the one who looked unhappy.

The tube dress that hugged her chest and arms fell halfway, revealing a large area of ​​white skin. Her legs were crossed, and she was swaying slightly on the tiptoes of her high heels, pouting and glaring at him.

An inexplicable heat came over her, and she had to tidy up her wardrobe when she got home. Some clothes had to be marked as not allowed to be taken out.

"Sit down." Shi Jingzhou suppressed his emotions. He hadn't done any serious work tonight, and the cakes in the refrigerator were still waiting for the clock to strike twelve. He sat on the floor with his back against the sofa, deliberately keeping a distance between them.

Mi Yanyan felt so angry that her chest felt stuffy after he scolded her for no reason.

And let her sit down?

What happened? Did you dirty his sofa?

Speechless for a moment, he jumped up, grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

Just as he reached the door, Meng Meng was pinned against the wall by the person behind him. His fierce gaze returned to his aggressive nature, and he asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

After she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong. Her round almond-shaped eyes turned red under her eyelashes, and she stared at him angrily like an enemy, holding back her tears.

"I won't disturb you." Mi Yanyan pushed him hard, her weak little fist against his chest, looking delicate and cute.

Shi Jingzhou finally understood what was going on in the little girl's mind and laughed muffledly. Her pink earlobes were right in front of him, so tender and juicy. He was afraid that the cake would have to wait a little longer.

The moment his teeth bit down, Mi Yanyan felt that Shi Jingzhou had gone completely crazy. She used her hands and feet to resist, and her high heels stepped on his feet. Shi Jingzhou let go in pain.

"Are you crazy? Isn't she angry?" Mi Yanyan asked, biting her lip.

"No," Shi Jingzhou said slowly, his hands on his hips, squinting his eyes and enduring the pain that made him want to jump. "It's very exciting."

Mi Yanyan felt a heat on her legs, and her restless palm had slid from her waist to her stockings, touching the center of her leather skirt without any obstruction.

She instantly heard a tearing and pulling sound, and her skin was tightened by inertia, unable to move at all.

Shi Jingzhou had found and grasped her weak spots a few times. The most untouchable part of her body was the back of her neck, but Shi Jingzhou just grabbed her shoulders and turned her over to press her against the wall.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and the person behind her stopped. A bunch of keys fell in front of her with a jingle, and on it hung a mini version of the same bear pendant on the sofa.

"I don't like the house here, I'm giving it to you."

She pulled away with a bewildered look on her face, vaguely remembering that she had been here before, but had only gone to the sales office.

The occupancy rate of the new building is not high, and it is crowded with people. I didn’t even think about matching the two things.

The keychain was still wrapped around his fingertips. Shi Jingzhou tilted his head and leaned over to look for her face, which she was trying to dig a hole and bury herself in.

Mi Yanyan dodged left and right, blaming with a nasal voice: "You did it on purpose, you could tell a long time ago, right?"

“I really didn’t understand it at first.”

He was still wondering why she was so angry. Logically, the decoration style was designed according to her preferences. They were not married yet when Zhongshan Villa was decorated, so this set of decoration could make up for it.

Besides, after asking Ye Jinhe about his soft furnishing purchasing style, he would not make any mistakes. He didn't expect that he would give up the job right away.

"I later realized that in your eyes, I am such an irresponsible...beast?"

After suddenly realizing what Mi Yanyan meant, he felt funny and wanted to tease her. However, he didn't expect that the usually aggressive person would be so weak and cry like she had suffered a great injustice.

Shi Jingzhou was helpless, "It's obviously me who was wronged."

"You asked for it." Mi Yanyan didn't let his hand hang in the air anymore. She held the key and kneaded the doll on it carelessly. "It's too expensive. I wanted to buy it myself."

She had her eyes on the apartment next door, but Shi Jingzhou generously gave her the largest apartment on the lower floor, which was several times more expensive.

"There's no one outside, everything is yours." Shi Jingzhou rubbed his head and saw that she was about to speak again, "Stop, just stay here and watch."

After saying that, he sat down on the sofa, and the smell of alcohol that he had suppressed with great difficulty now rose up from his internal organs again.

All yours.

The four words spoken in a cold tone sounded particularly reassuring at this moment. She searched the kitchen for a while, but found that the daily necessities were not complete, so she could only barely piece together a cup of hot tea.

Shi Jingzhou looked up at the cup and shook his head weakly. Mi Yanyan leaned over and passed the cup to his mouth. The way she opened her mouth when food was served looked like a master. She couldn't help but laugh and said softly, "Boss, have some tea."

With his lips touching the wall of the cup, Shi Jingzhou tilted his head to glance at her, then pulled her onto his lap.

"How about saying it again using a different name?"

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The author has something to say: As everyone knows, Zhouzi will not lose. Chichi gave him a motorcycle and he built a house.

Hahaha, to be honest, I was touched by the amount of nutrient solution yesterday.

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