Chapter 102 Want to Hide Her

Zhu Wendong stood barefoot on the ground, tilting his head back, staring at him with his round, bright almond-shaped eyes, and said slowly, "Do you want a gift for the celebration banquet?"

Qi Yanxue caught a glimpse of her bare feet, lifted her up, carried her on his shoulders, and walked towards the bedroom.

The world was spinning, and the cat ear ornament on Zhu Wendong's head fell to the ground. The bell on his neck rang clear and pleasantly.

Before she could react, she was thrown onto the soft bed.

Qi Yanxue leaned over, his hands starting to become dishonest, his breathing close to her ear, heavy and deep, as he spoke, "If the gift is Chuchu, then I want it."

No, the pace is too fast.

Zhu Wendong stopped his groping hands, pushed him away, and backed away a little using both hands and feet. He spoke seriously, "Wait a minute, follow the procedure."

Qi Yanxue felt empty under his body, raised his head and nodded, his gaze fixed on her, lust surging in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Baby, tell me."

Zhu Wendong picked up a pillow and held it in her arms. Her skirt was a little short and it would move up if she moved a little, not to mention that she was now in mid-air.

She moved back another half inch and the bell rang again.

I can't help itching.

Qi Yanxue grabbed her slender ankle, pulled it down, and returned to her front.

There was no light in the room. The man's hair hung down in front of his eyebrows, and the lust in his eyes was fully revealed. His three-dimensional and delicate face was half hidden in the moonlight.

"Stop talking and just do it."

The pillow that Zhu Wendong used for self-defense was taken away from his arms, and he was forced to move forward.

I almost felt like I was floating in the air, and I could only hold him tightly.

This was followed by the sound of fabric tearing.

After a while, a low moan escaped uncontrollably from Zhu Wendong's throat.

Qi Yanxue kissed her neck, his hot breath slowly burning into her eardrums. "You might as well not wear anything with such little fabric."

Zhu Wendong tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and replied absentmindedly: "If you don't like it, then I won't wear it next time."

Her "not wearing it" had completely different meanings from the "not wearing it" he mentioned.

"I like it." Qi Yanxue answered while kissing her.

…

The sea was rough, with waves hitting the ship in the middle layer upon layer.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, the breeze blows gently, the ship sways, and the sponges hidden on the seabed expand.

…

Three hours later, Zhu Wendong was sweating profusely and feeling uncomfortable.

Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes and she pushed him away weakly.

"How much longer?"

Qi Yanxue gently wiped away the tears with the back of her fingers, and the corners of her eyes were stained with a thin layer of red, making her look charming and alluring.

"Baby, even if you know how to light a fire, you also need to learn how to put it out."

The voice was deep and hoarse, tainted with lust.

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The next day, afternoon.

Zhu Wendong got up and washed up despite her sore body, thinking to herself that she would not start a fire again in the near future without knowing the consequences.

She almost didn't sleep the whole night, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore, so Qi Yanxue let her go.

Zhu Wendong did not forget his promise to accompany Qi Yanxue to the banquet today.

Since Qi Yanxue said that he would arrange everything, she didn't worry about it.

So when Qi Yanxue's assistant came with the makeup artist and costume designer, Zhu Wendong let them arrange it.

But her chest and neck were covered with kiss marks, and she was a little embarrassed at first.

However, the makeup artist was extremely professional. She covered her skin with concealer with a calm expression. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, she even praised her, "Your skin is smoother than egg white. It's not inferior to the celebrities I've painted."

The costume designer silently added: "She has a good figure and has all the right places."

Zhu Wendong felt embarrassed by all the praise, and she responded with a wry smile.

After finishing her makeup and changing into her dress, Zhu Wendong sat in the car. The dress was a strapless one, which was a bit cold in winter, so she wrapped herself in a thin blanket.

The assistant said without looking away, "Madam, Mr. Qi said he is waiting for you in the banquet hall."

"Okay." Zhu Wendong suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is there something wrong with your CEO Qi today?"

The assistant didn't understand what he meant. After thinking for a while, he remembered that Mr. Qi had been smiling faintly recently, so he replied, "Mr. Qi is in a good mood today."

Zhu Wendong nodded, "Oh."

He was in a good mood, having just finished a celebratory banquet.

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The banquet was held at the Bangdu Villa, a magnificent building that resembled an ancient castle. Lush trees were scattered around it, and the dim lights showed its luxury.

The assistant got out of the car first and was about to open the door when a bony hand reached out from his side.

"Mr. Qi."

Qi Yanxue nodded lightly, his slender figure outlined in a dark black suit. He put one hand in his pocket and opened the car door.

Zhu Wendong held up her dress and stood firm. She saw that it was Qi Yanxue who opened the car door. She curved her almond-shaped eyes, spread her hands towards him, turned around twice, and asked, "Does it look good?"

The dress is blue in hue, with layered hems that resemble a dancing butterfly, sparkling with dazzling pearls under the light.

Although it is a tube top design, a ribbon of the same color is also wrapped around her slender white swan neck. Her long straight black hair is curled into big waves, making her look bright and charming, and her pink lips seem to be able to ooze water color.

Qi Yanxue fixed his gaze on her. He gathered the shawl around her shoulders and wrapped her tightly before stopping. He curled his lips softly, "It looks good."

She is so beautiful that I want to hide her and only wear her for him to see.

Zhu Wendong was somewhat dissatisfied with the way he wrapped the shawl so tightly around her. She wanted to pull it off but he held it tightly.

She grumbled, "It's so tight, it's like I'm wearing it for nothing."

"It's not in vain, I saw it." Qi Yanxue naturally took her hand and walked in, his stern face half bright and half dark under the street light.

Glancing at her still furrowed brows, he added, "It's so cold, wrap yourself up if you don't want to catch a cold."

The five jade-white fingers exposed outside did feel the cold air.

Zhu Wendong silently wrapped himself in the blanket and turned his attention to the banquet.

Walking into the villa, under the colorful lanterns, you can hear the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking, and all kinds of people are gathered in the prosperous world of fame and fortune.

As soon as Zhu Wendong was led by Qi Yanxue into the venue, many people surrounded him.

There are more fawning capitalists who come forward with a smile, shake hands, flatter, and exchange pleasantries.

Qi Yanxue was not very interested, and his expression only eased when he introduced Zhu Wendong's identity to them.

Seeing that Qi Yanxue introduced her identity to everyone he met, Zhu Wendong seemed to have guessed why he brought her to the banquet.

Seeing that he was eager to tell the whole world that Zhu Wendong was his wife, Zhu Wendong raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man came over and sat next to Qi Yanxue.

The people who had originally gathered around quickly dispersed and retreated to a distance to watch the show.

"Your abilities are growing stronger and stronger." The man was speaking to Qi Yanxue. He was over fifty years old, with an upright figure, and his former handsome face could still be vaguely seen.

Although his words were sarcastic, his expression remained elegant and graceful.

Although Zhu Wendong had never seen that person before, he inexplicably recognized him when he saw him.

The middle-aged man in front of me might be Qi Kancheng.