Chapter 157: Secondary CP: Zhang Qiao x Song Xingjin (5)
1.
When Zhang Qiao was taking a taxi, she saw that there was a serious traffic jam on the way back, so she decisively chose the subway.
After getting out of the subway, she ran back to the community and saw the familiar figure from afar.
As if noticing her gaze, Song Xingjin turned his head and looked over. The two looked at each other, and Zhang Qiao slowed down her pace.
She took a deep breath, walked up to him, and asked, "Song Xingjin, what do you want to tell me?"
Song Xingjin was still holding a briefcase in his hand. He stared at her intently and saw small beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.
After a while, Song Xingjin was willing to look away and said, "Let's talk about it when we get up there."
They were standing very close to the entrance of the community at the moment, with people constantly coming in and out. It was indeed not a good place to talk.
After entering the door, Zhang Qiao went to pour a glass of water as she was almost dying of thirst.
Just as I put down the cup of water, I turned around and saw that Song Xingjin had placed a pile of things on the table, including house deeds, bank cards, and various documents.
Zhang Qiao looked at his actions in confusion, frowned, and asked him, "Song Xingjin, what are you going to do?"
Song Xingjin was preparing his words when he heard Zhang Qiao's question. He said with a serious expression, "Zhang Qiao, except for Jun Xi, all my property is here."
"I came to you tonight to tell you that I don't want to miss you like this. I understand your choice. Now, I want to ask you, if it's just a relationship without marriage, do you still want to reject me?"
Zhang Qiao was stunned in place. She looked at Song Xingjin's deep face. After a while, she moved her lips, "Then your grandmother..."
Before she could finish her words, Song Xingjin interrupted her, "You just need to follow your own heart. My grandma has no objection to this."
There are no more comments.
Zhang Qiao savored his words and said softly, "Song Xingjin, you don't have to accommodate me."
Song Xingjin remained calm, with the corners of his lips curled slightly as he said, "I'm really not trying to accommodate you.
"Before I met you, I never thought I would fall in love with someone. I have the same opinion as you about marriage."
Song Xingjin walked up to her, lowered his eyes to look at her, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Zhang Qiao, I'm giving you room to withdraw at any time."
"Let's give it a try, cherish the present moment, and let time test how far we can go."
Love will end and marriage will end in divorce.
But that marriage certificate was like a shackle on her, and she could not freely choose the life she wanted.
Just dating without getting married does give her room to withdraw from the relationship at any time.
Zhang Qiao didn't rush to answer Song Xingjin. She pushed the pile of things on the table back.
"These are all yours. I can't and won't take them."
Hearing this, Song Xingjin frowned, no longer as calm as he was a second ago.
Just as Song Xingjin was about to say something, Zhang Qiao walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and gently touched his lips.
She spoke in a relaxed tone with a faint smile, "Song Xingjin, since we are in love, our relationship is completely equal, including financially."
"Besides, I don't need you to give me any security. I can earn it myself."
Song Xingjin suddenly reached out his hand, put his arms around her waist, and bent down to kiss her.
Having suppressed their emotions for too long, the two released their love to the fullest as they kissed each other.
Song Xingjin kissed her awkwardly, breathing heavily, wishing he could rub her into his bones and blood.
Zhang Qiao put her arms around Song Xingjin's neck. His movements seemed clumsy at first, but at this moment, he pressed her down on the sofa and kissed her as if he had learned it by heart.
She wore a soft white shirt with one button undone.
Song Xingjin left her lips and kissed down her smooth neck unsatisfied.
Zhang Qiao bit her lip and reached out to push his chest, "Song Xingjin... too fast."
The two confirmed their relationship.
Hearing her words, Song Xingjin gradually regained his composure.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and took a steadying breath. "I'm sorry. I lost control for a moment. It's my fault."
The man's voice was hoarse and sexy, and he was breathing slightly.
Zhang Qiao resisted the temptation.
When the two sat up, Zhang Qiao glanced at Song Xingjin, whose hair was a little messy and his tie was loose.
I still remember that this man would straighten his tie even if it was slightly askew. He was meticulous, old-fashioned and serious.
Song Xingjin is her man.
Zhang Qiao felt like she was dreaming that night.
The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. She half-knelt on his legs, held his face and kissed him fiercely twice, and asked, "Song Xingjin, am I dreaming?"
Song Xingjin's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes to look at her posture, and said helplessly, "Zhang Qiao, if you don't come down, I can't guarantee that I can still control myself."
Zhang Qiao smiled and said without any shyness, "Even if I can't help it, I have to restrain myself. There are no condoms here."
Song Xingjin: “…”
2.
After the relationship was confirmed, Song Xingjin seemed to have unlocked some skills, transforming from a straight man who knew nothing before to a warm man who took everything into consideration.
Zhang Qiao received a call from Song Xingjin and said with a curved lip, "Give me a few minutes to clean up."
The senior sister standing next to him smiled and said, "Boss Song is here to pick you up again? You're doing well in your relationship."
"I heard from Special Assistant Yan that Mr. Song used to be a workaholic, working overtime every day, but now he leaves work on time every day."
Song Xingyu also said that her brother finally lived like a real person.
Zhang Qiao packed up her things and said, "Senior Sister, I'll be leaving first."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
Zhang Qiao went downstairs and saw Song Xingjin's car at a glance. He was driving again. She sat in the passenger seat and asked Song Xingjin, "Where are we going to eat tonight?"
Song Xingjin stared at her face and gently touched her lips with the tip of his thumb.
He saw lipstick on his fingertips, which fell off at the touch of a finger. He frowned and asked a question seriously, "Can I eat this?"
What a silly question! Zhang Qiao was amused by him. "Of course you can't eat lipstick, but the amount we put in our mouths doesn't really have any effect. After all, it's too little."
She wore a thicker lipstick today, wore a black halter dress, and painted her lips bright red.
Hearing this, Song Xingjin looked at her meaningfully with his dark eyes, and curled his thin lips slightly, "That means you can kiss."
As he spoke, he leaned towards her. Zhang Qiao quickly stopped him, pushing her hands on his chest, "No, it will smudge my lipstick."
"Where are we going to eat?"
Song Xingjin paused with a little regret, "It's still early, let's make it ourselves today and let you taste my cooking skills."
"Can you cook?"
Hearing her surprise, Song Xingjin asked, "I can't cook?"
"Seeing you're so busy all day, it's just a surprise. When did you learn it?"
Song Xingjin drove out and told her about his past. "I was an exchange student in college. I couldn't get used to foreign food, so I just cooked it myself."
He is not as stupid as He Chi, who has to take classes at an institution to learn how to cook.
The two went to the supermarket to buy vegetables first, and Song Xingjin took her to his hotel suite.
He put the things he bought in the kitchen first, then took off his suit jacket and gave it to Zhang Qiao.
After Song Xingjin tied his apron, he saw Zhang Qiao return to the kitchen and said, "Help me roll up my sleeves."
He was wearing a dark-colored shirt. Zhang Qiao unbuttoned his cuffs and helped him roll up his shirt sleeves to his forearms.
Song Xingjin takes time out every week to exercise. There are faint muscle lines on his forearms, making him look strong and powerful.
Zhang Qiao couldn't wait to see him leaning against her side with veins bulging on his arms.
After rolling up his sleeves, Zhang Qiao stood on tiptoe, put her arms around Song Xingjin's neck, and asked him, "Song Xingjin, how long do you want to wait before you are willing to do it with me?"
Song Xingjin was confused by her bluntness and didn't know how to respond. He chuckled softly, "Didn't you say it's too early?"
It also reminded him not to be too impatient.
"It was a little early that day, but we had been talking for over a month."
Her eyes were full of possessiveness, and her slender fingers drew circles on his chest. "Besides, I've been wanting to sleep with you for a long time."
Song Xingjin: “…”
He grabbed her hand, forced himself to remain calm, and said with a hint of hoarseness, "Wait until your parents agree to our relationship. There's no rush."
"How long do we have to wait?"
The studio's dividends are settled once a year, and Zhang Qiao originally planned to wait until the dividends were received before confessing to her parents.
She wanted to show them that she had the ability to make money, so that even if her parents disagreed, they wouldn't worry about her.
Song Xingjin lowered his head and kissed her, "It's getting late, I'll cook first."
Zhang Qiao was discouraged and let go of her hand.
She also admired Song Xingjin. No matter how she flirted with him, he could always restrain himself at the critical moment, like a "Ninja Turtle".
Zhang Qiao sent a message to Jiang Yining: [How long have you and He Chi been sleeping in separate beds?]
Jiang Yining also understood her and knew that Zhang Qiao's question was more than just sleeping in separate beds: [About a month or so, I don't remember exactly.]
Jiang Yining asked: [You took the initiative, but Song Xingjin still didn't want to?]
Zhang Qiao replied helplessly: [Yes.]
She hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Ningning, I'm almost doubting whether Song Xingjin is no longer capable. Otherwise, what man can remain calm and collected?"
Song Xingjin's mouth twitched fiercely. He asked with a dark face, "Are your conversations usually so explicit?"
He really didn't understand how best friends could talk about this? Wasn't this a very private matter?
Song Xingjin asked again, "After they got their marriage certificate, they slept in separate beds?"
Zhang Qiao turned off her phone and jumped anxiously, "Song Xingjin, stop peeking at us chatting. When did you stand behind me?"
Song Xingjin replied: "When you said I couldn't do it."
Zhang Qiao: “…”
She went outside with her cell phone, leaving Song Xingjin alone in the kitchen to cook dinner.
Seeing her go out, Song Xingjin called the front desk and asked them to send something over.
He then turned to He Chi: "I don't quite understand how you guys are doing this. You're getting married and you're still sleeping in separate beds?"
About ten minutes later, Song Xingjin received a reply from He Chi.
He asked: [Song Xingjin, are you really not capable?]
Upon seeing this message, Song Xingjin's face visibly darkened.
A few minutes later, Zhang Qiao heard the doorbell ring. She went to open the door and it was the lobby manager.
She smiled and said, "Hello, Miss Zhang, this is what Mr. Song wanted."
Zhang Qiao's cheeks flushed red as she looked at the item handed over by the lobby manager. She pretended to be calm and took it. "Thank you...for bothering you."
The lobby manager said politely, "It's no trouble. I wish you and Mr. Song a wonderful evening."
Zhang Qiao: “…”
She put the things on the table in the living room, sat on the sofa and gently patted her hot cheeks.
After thinking about it, Zhang Qiao picked up her phone and told Jiang Yining what had just happened. She asked: "Ningning, I haven't tried it before. Is it painful?"
In front of Zhang Qiao, Jiang Yining was also very relaxed. She generously shared her experience with Zhang Qiao: [Actually, this depends on the man's skills. It's a bit uncomfortable at the beginning.]
Jiang Yining: [And you don't have to be afraid. When that time comes, you won't have time to think about whether it hurts or not.]
Zhang Qiao said: [I am a little nervous, what should I do?]
She didn't feel this nervous when she took the initiative to flirt with Song Xingjin before.
Jiang Yining replied: [I think Song Xingjin might be even more nervous than you.]
Not long ago, Song Xingjin didn't know what she said to He Chi, but He Chi kept pestering her to see her phone.
I guess he wanted to provoke Song Xingjin.
Men are sometimes really childish, and Jiang Yining is too lazy to talk to him.
After talking with Jiang Yining, Zhang Qiao heard Song Xingjin asking her to wash her hands and prepare for dinner.
At the dinner table, Zhang Qiao pointed to the table in the living room.
Song Xingjin glanced at him calmly, still remaining uncharacteristically calm.
Zhang Qiao looked at his reaction and found that Song Xingjin was not more nervous than her as Jiang Yining said.
Song Xingjin slowly peeled the shrimp for her and placed it in her bowl. "Try it. I didn't put too much chili in it."
Zhang Qiao picked up the chopsticks and tasted the food. Although Song Xingjin's cooking skills were not as good as Jiang Yining's, they were already very good.
She couldn't help but give Song Xingjin a thumbs up, "Song Xingjin, you're good at it, it's delicious."
Song Xingjin said in a dark tone, "Oh, I thought I couldn't do it."
"cough......"
Zhang Qiao almost choked. She took the cup of water handed to her by Song Xingjin and drank a sip to calm herself down.
After dinner, she wanted to wash the dishes, and Song Xingjin held her hand and said, "I'll do it."
He stared at her, his dark eyes churning with different emotions, and said meaningfully, "Go to the bedroom bathroom to take a shower first. There are clean bathrobes."
Zhang Qiao managed to say "oh" calmly, but her face flushed uncontrollably.
Seeing her obviously flustered steps, Song Xingjin curled his lips slightly.
He thought she was straightforward and bold and would not be shy so easily.
When Zhang Qiao was blow-drying her hair, Song Xingjin knocked on the door and came in. He took the hair dryer from her hand and helped her blow-dry her hair.
Ten minutes later, Song Xingjin put away the hair dryer and stood in front of the mirror. He circled the people in front of him.
He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her ear and the side of her neck, causing ripples wherever he touched.
Zhang Qiao's breathing became increasingly disordered. She turned around and kissed Song Xingjin, listening to his increasingly heavy breathing.
Song Xingjin picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed and pressed her down.
Her bathrobe was easy to take off. In order to reduce her nervousness, Song Xingjin only turned on a warm yellow bedside lamp.
Neither of them had any experience and could only follow their body's instincts.
Zhang Qiao hugged his neck to respond, and a slightly salty taste spread in her mouth, which were beads of sweat dripping from Song Xingjin's forehead.
Song Xingjin was patient enough. Seeing her frowning in impatience, he slowed down his movements, lowered his head and kissed her, distracting her until she could fully accept him.
After the passion, both of them were sweating profusely.
Zhang Qiao leaned on Song Xingjin's chest, and they both breathed slowly together.
Song Xingjin played with her long hair and asked her, "Can we do it again?"
The man's voice was low and sexy, with a hint of lust still lingering.
Before she could answer, Song Xingjin lowered his head and kissed her again.
Zhang Qiao was completely irrational because of him. She bit her lip and said to him, "Song Xingjin, you must have been a seductive fox in your previous life."
Song Xingjin seemed to laugh, "I have to prove it, so as not to be told 'no'."
He emphasized these two words on purpose, and Zhang Qiao felt extremely regretful. Men really hold grudges in this regard.
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