Chapter 23: Too much talk, I need a kiss
Shen Xingli was taken by Sang Muye to meet several clients.
Even government officials.
She never thought that she would see so much on her first project.
Fortunately, she is very professional and can handle it with ease.
After a few days, my brain, which had been highly tense, could finally relax.
She sat in the car, looking at the night view of the European town after the snow, the smile on her face never stopped.
She tilted her head to look at Sang Muye, who was still working, and asked softly, "Have we completed our mission this time?"
Sang Muye didn't look up, but just said a faint "hmm" and said in a cold tone, "Not bad, we won a project worth over 10 billion."
Hearing this number, Shen Xingli couldn't help but widen his eyes.
She has never been good at scientific thinking and has no idea how many zeros there are in 10 billion.
So she held up ten fingers and counted carefully.
"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand..."
It was only then that she realized that ten fingers were not enough.
She looked at Sang Muye excitedly: "Eleven zeros! I've never seen so much money before. Was it all negotiated this time? Does that also contribute to my success?"
Her big, black eyes sparkled brightly.
The pink lips curled up, revealing a few neat white teeth.
Seeing her like this, Sang Muye no longer had the mood to work.
He put down the computer in his hand, stretched out his big, slender hands, and gently pinched his smooth face.
There was a hint of pampering in his voice: "What do you want to do? Just tell me."
Hearing him say this, Shen Xingli immediately smiled like a flower.
She naturally took Sang Muye's arm and looked at him with her little head tilted.
"I want to go skiing in the Black Forest. I heard the snow there is incredibly beautiful, like a European town straight out of a fairy tale. I checked, and it's about a four-hour drive from our hotel. What do you think?"
Sang Muye lowered his eyes and looked at her.
There was an unconcealable joy revealed between those deep eyes and brows.
His voice was low: "Does your stomach hurt anymore?"
Shen Xingli immediately shook her head: "It's been several days, and the menstrual period has long passed. There's no problem playing in the snow.
Please, the last time my brother and I came here, he didn't take me. He said he had snow blindness, but he was lying. He said he was bringing me out, and the real reason was to go find his ex-girlfriend. He fooled me."
She kept shaking Sang Muye's arm, completely lacking the timidity she had a few days ago.
Seems very relaxed and dependent.
This feeling made Sang Muye in a good mood.
He smiled and rubbed her head a few times, then asked in a deep voice, "The menstrual period is over. Isn't it time for Mrs. Sang to fulfill her wifely duties?"
Hearing this, the smile on Shen Xingli's face froze instantly.
The scene of that night came back to her mind.
She was so scared that she immediately let go of Sang Muye and moved her little butt to the side.
He stammered, "Well, not completely through yet. It should be fine if I wear more clothes."
Seeing that she was avoiding his gaze, Sang Muye reached out his long arms and held her on his lap.
The tip of his upturned nose rubbed Shen Xingli's neck gently a few times.
He said in a hoarse voice: "I'll take you there, but you can't wear a skirt."
Shen Xingli originally thought that Sang Muye would come to settle the score with her for missing her period, but she didn't expect to hear these words.
She looked at him in disbelief: "Are you serious? Don't be like my brother and don't keep your word."
Seeing how cute she was, Sang Muye couldn't help but peck her on the lips.
He smiled and said, "Have a good sleep tonight and leave early tomorrow morning. We will stay overnight in the small town. I heard that the night view is also very beautiful."
Shen Xingli excitedly bounced her little butt up and down on Sang Muye's legs.
Sang Muye couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple a few times because of the jumping.
He pinched the soft flesh around her waist and said in a hoarse voice, "If you keep jumping around, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Hearing this, Shen Xingli was so scared that she immediately crawled out of Sang Muye's arms.
Sit in your seat obediently.
Humming a song in a good mood, he quickly sent a message to Sang Yu to share her happiness.
The next morning.
The two drove for four hours and finally arrived at the Black Forest.
Shen Xingli couldn't wait to jump out of the car.
Looking at the beautiful snow scene, I jumped for joy with excitement.
"Wow, this place is so beautiful, doesn't it look like the snow scene in Frozen?"
She squatted on the ground, stretched out her tender white hands, made a snowball, and threw it at the tree above her head.
Just at this moment, Sang Muye got out of the car.
The snowball hit the tree, and the snow hanging on the branches fell down.
It just happened to fall on Sang Muye.
In an instant, the man's tall and straight body was covered with white snow, and his well-groomed hair was covered with snow.
He looked both embarrassed and funny.
Shen Xingli was so scared that she ran over immediately and slapped Sang Muye with her little hands.
He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. It's your fault for not knowing how to get out of the way."
Seeing that she was becoming more and more presumptuous, Sang Muye put his arms around her waist.
He grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a small ball, and stuffed it into Shen Xingli's neck unexpectedly.
She was so frightened that she shuddered all over and jumped up on the spot.
"Ahhh, it's so cold. You provoked me first. Don't blame me."
After saying that, she stuck her butt out, quickly rolled a snowball on the ground, and threw it at Sang Muye.
Sang Muye didn't dodge, and the snowball hit him directly on the neck.
The white snow seeped down his cold white collarbone to his chest.
Shen Xingli laughed triumphantly.
The two people walked towards the ski resort while playing snowball fight.
Arriving at the ski resort, Shen Xingli couldn't wait to rent clothes and a sled.
Sang Muye looked at her with some concern: "Are you sure you can skate?"
Shen Xingli patted his chest and said, "Of course, I skied very well at the Beijing ski resort."
Sang Muye frowned, "That's artificial snow. This is natural, soft and not easy to work with."
"It's okay. I'm very athletic, don't worry."
The two men changed their clothes and got on the sled.
Sang Muye never dared to let go of her.
I explained the key points of the movements to her several times very seriously.
I took her to try skating for a while.
Shen Xingli pointed to the forest across the way and said, "Let's go skiing over there. Sliding down the mountain, the scenery along the way is like a fairy tale. It must be very cool."
After saying that, she couldn't wait to slide over there.
She can indeed skate and has mastered the basic movements very well.
It’s just that the snow here is very thick and soft.
It's easy to lose control.
Shen Xingli slid down the mountain smoothly all the way.
She screamed excitedly: "Ahhh, it feels so good, I feel like I'm flying."
Sang Muye always followed her carefully to protect her.
I have to remind her when we reach a turn or a steep downhill slope.
Shen Xingli skated for a while and felt that he was fine, so he took the initiative to speed up.
But the good times didn't last long. When she made a sharp turn, she lost control of the direction and rolled down the hillside.
Sang Muye was so scared that he rushed over immediately.
"Shen Xingli!"
Shen Xingli rolled several times on the hillside and was finally stopped by a tree.
His whole body was covered with snow.
Like a snowman.
Lying in the snow, he looked at Sang Muye with his big eyes fluttering.
“It’s so exciting.”
Seeing that she was fine, Sang Muye finally relaxed his tense heart.
He slid over and handed her his hand: "Get up."
He pulled hard, but Shen Xingli lost her grip and fell directly on him.
The two hugged each other and rolled a few times in the snow.
Finally, it got stuck in a snowdrift and was covered by white snow.
Shen Xingli lay on Sang Muye, feeling his strong heartbeat.
Look at his handsome face covered with snow.
She couldn't help laughing.
"You've grown a white beard, and you look like Santa Claus."
Sang Muye looked at her smiling face, and the desire buried deep in his heart could no longer be controlled.
He turned over and pressed Shen Xingli to the snow, looking at her with burning eyes.
The voice has a hint of allure.
"Shen Xingli, you talk too much. You deserve a kiss!"
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