Chapter 16 Waiting for him to come back "Be good, I can't."...
Spread out on the bed?
Qiao Ruoying flipped through the chat history. This was the boomerang left by her words yesterday: "Mr. Jiang, I'll unfold it for you when we get to bed. Shame/shame/shame" It hit her right between the eyebrows.
“…”
She underestimated Jiang Zongye's level of reservedness, so why did he bring up "expanding on the bed" today?
The autumn afternoon sun shone in, creating a bright halo that encircled both her and her phone.
Talking about private matters in broad daylight, Qiao Ruoying's cheeks flushed, her breathing became a little rapid, and her pair of lychee eyes were particularly watery and hazy, like two balls of black mercury lying in white mercury.
What happened last night played slowly in my mind like a short movie.
In the dim, hazy light, she closed her eyelashes, not daring to raise her eyes to meet his compelling gaze. Her slender fingers, pulled back to support her, dug into the silk quilt, twisting it into tiny whirlpools. He carried her along in this turbulent vortex, lifting her up and then plummeting, plunging her into the abyss. From the soles of her feet to the top of her head, she felt a tingling sensation.
She almost cried when he called her "brother" over and over again. His voice was so soft, gentle and melodious that it penetrated into her ears.
How could such a delicate and embarrassing sound come from her...
But Jiang Zong also seemed to love these sounds very much, and ordered her in a hoarse voice to "scream a few more times". She whimpered and shook her head and refused, and was lifted up by him and tossed around.
"Don't make fun of me. I was just joking last time."
Qiao Ruoying replied embarrassedly.
Last time, she was tricked by the old man Jiang Zongye and spoke so arrogantly. He just likes to trick people.
She had never thought about explaining it in detail to Jiang Zongye at that time. What could there be to explain?
Should she tell Jiang Zongye what she likes him to do the most? Say some "slutty words" that he likes to hear?
Qiao Ruoying guessed that Jiang Zong might not like innocent girls. He prefers flirty and slutty girls, the kind with big wavy hair, red lips and black stockings.
I don’t know if her guess is correct.
"Ding", Qiao Ruoying received a new message.
Old man: "Huh? You're joking, but I'm serious."
Don’t take it seriously, don’t take it seriously, Qiao Ruoying said weakly in her heart.
She is not the type of "slut" in bed. As for the passion on the first night, it was purely an accident caused by the awakening of sexual desire.
This informal conversation ended quickly, as Jiang Zong also sent a new message:
"Tell me the address of your rental apartment. I'll order some clothes for you and have them delivered to you when the time comes."
Would Jiang Zong also send her some clothes? Or would he send them to her rental apartment?
Her house on Zuoqiao Road is a small, narrow one-bedroom apartment. Her wardrobe is filled with her existing clothes and quilts, and is already full, like an overloaded computer C drive.
"It's not a big brand, the average price is around 1,000 or 2,000, and the logo is not obvious."
Jiang Zong also added that perhaps it was to dispel her concerns that "the clothes are too expensive to wear to the company."
He took into consideration all her worries and concerns.
Qiao Ruoying held her head in her hands, recalling what she wore when she was with Jiang Zongye. Yesterday, she wore a T-shirt with a puppy print on the front, paired with sky blue wide-leg jeans. She thought it was very refreshing.
Does this outfit look so bad on the big boss?
But actually... she didn't really want the clothes he gave her. Especially since they were sent to her rental house and she had to go back and pack them.
After thinking for a moment, she replied to Jiang Zongye: "I have no more space in my rental house. Can I leave my clothes at Tianxi Huanyu?"
But less than two seconds after sending the message, Qiao Ruoying realized that she had said the wrong thing.
Tianxi Huanyu, after all, is Jiang Zongye's home alone. Would he be willing to let her leave her clothes there?
Moreover, her tone was so familiar. What if Jiang Zong also suspected that she was unilaterally relying on him and insisted on pestering him and became more and more demanding?
She is not that kind of person, she doesn't want to depend on him at all.
Without time to think more, Qiao Ruoying long-pressed the green box on her WeChat and chose to withdraw.
She really hoped that Jiang Zong hadn't seen this message either.
But the next second after the withdrawal, Jiang Zong also sent a message back.
"I've had a few sets of your clothes put out at Tianxi Huanyu. You can come over and change into them tonight."
“…”
It was actually quite embarrassing. As soon as she retracted her words, Jiang Zong replied to her.
But apart from the embarrassment, there was also a bit of warmth. Jiang Zong was actually willing to put a few sets of her clothes in his large flat?
This is like a small symbol, indicating that this home belongs to Jiang Zongye alone and that it also has her place.
Soon, Qiao Ruoying remembered the ergonomic chair that Jiang Zongye asked Li Zheng to bring last night. It was also her exclusive place in his study.
Jiang Zong did not avoid the words she had just sent, as if she had not withdrawn them, and continued to reply:
"There's no room to store clothes in the rental house. Is it too small? It's far from the company, and commuting is inconvenient. I'll ask Li Zheng to find you a bigger place. Get ready to move in."
What he meant was that he would provide the money, manpower and effort, and Qiao Ruoying just had to live there.
After experiencing the embarrassment of speaking quickly, Qiao Ruoying bit her fingers, forcing herself to calm down and think slowly.
She was just a small administrative assistant, while Jiang Zong had everything: money, power, and connections. The moving operation that seemed like a headache to her was just a matter of giving the order and someone would do it perfectly for him.
Of course he could give her a very good and comfortable life, not because he cared about her that much, but because he was too rich, and a little bit that slipped through his fingers was enough for her to live a good life.
Qiao Ruoying found that this was the first time she had thought about such a thing so clearly.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang. There's no need to move. I'm quite comfortable where I live now and I don't want to move."
"Just leave a few sets of clothes at your place. I'd better return them if they were originally sent to my rental apartment. I can't wear so many."
She still declined his kindness.
People are greedy and will demand more.
Qiao Ruoying wanted to restrain herself.
The two of them did not meet face to face, but chatted remotely. Because of her refusal, the atmosphere became more solemn and awkward.
She thought awkwardly, she shouldn't be the first girl to reject Jiang Zongye, right?
Jiang Zong also read this message. His eyelids would twitch and he would say evilly and arrogantly, "Woman, you are the first one who dares to reject me."
Just thinking about this made her laugh out loud, so she sent a message to warm up the atmosphere.
Cat Bite: "This morning you complimented me on the skirt Ada bought me, saying it looked 'better than before.' Were you implying that I didn't like my previous outfit?"
Jiang Zong also received this news and couldn't help but sneer.
It's hard for her.
When did Qiao Ruoying become so smart? She even understood his "hidden meaning"?
He imagined her standing in front of him, saying these words to him in a half-angry, half-coquettish tone, her bright and beautiful face full of playfulness.
Very cute.
Jiang Zong also replied, "Almost. That white polka dot skirt of yours with black dots, I thought it saved your life."
In fact, Jiang Zong is also a person with great taste in life.
Since he has taste in life, he has aesthetic sense.
On the night he met Qiao Ruoying, he "felt" her through the touch of his hands.
Jiang Zong was also very picky.
He had natural power and status, and people of the opposite sex had been trying to "hook up" with him since middle school. He never took the bait because he was very picky and no woman's appearance suited his taste.
But Qiao Ruoying, this girl from an ordinary family, caught his eye from the very beginning.
He didn't even realize that he had a physical liking for her.
She possesses a rare "Gold and Water" beauty, with bright and majestic features tinged with a hint of dullness, which perfectly neutralizes the sharpness of the Gold element and adds a sense of contradiction and contrast to the softness of the Water element.
She has a curvy figure, with plump breasts and buttocks, and her legs are like wine glass legs that feel great to touch.
This kind of figure is not suitable for cute outfits. But Qiao Ruoying always wears her cartoon girl T-shirts or flat-cut chiffon dresses that bulge out when she raises her arms.
If he were to dress her in mature, elegant, bright and generous clothes one day, she would be reborn and look refreshing.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zongye rubbed his thumb and index finger, and his hands actually felt itchy.
He wanted to dress up Qiao Ruoying like a girl would dress up a doll.
But I wonder what she would think when she saw him say, "I thought that dress saved your life"?
Are there a pair of lychee eyes that are wide open, and you are humming, "You are the one whose clothes saved your life!"
As he thought about it, Jiang Zong also chuckled.
If I had known this, I should have said it to her face, “Clothes saved your life”. It would have been fun to tease her.
Over there, Qiao Ruoying and the line "Clothes saved your life" you looked at me and I looked at you, staring at each other.
What does Boss Jiang mean by this? Is he dissatisfied with her wearing that polka-dot dress too many times?
She wasn't convinced. The skirt was made of soft, cheap material, and she'd bought it for 99 yuan. How could it be so ugly?
After experiencing the "slip of the tongue" just now, even though she was not convinced in her heart, she was very gentle in her words.
Cat Bite: "Okay, Mr. Jiang, next time I'll wear my work clothes to see you."
Jiang Zong also received the message and rubbed his chin in thought. What work clothes? The group had never stipulated that employees must wear uniforms. Could she be referring to...
Inevitably, his mind conjured up images of smooth, easily torn garters, delicately patterned suspenders with lace and hollowed-out detail. She would surely look alluring in them, the ties becoming the ribbons tying a gift box, and she herself the alluring gift...
The scene in his mind gradually became more charming. Jiang Zong also restrained himself in time, diverted his attention, and sent her a message asking:
"What are those work clothes you're talking about?"
Cat Bite: "You just think I look good in clothes, like this suit skirt today."
“…”
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After get off work, the driver Lao Chen took her back to Tianxi Huanyu.
In the evening, Qiao Ruoying studied and organized at the same time, and finally sorted out all the remaining forms. After finishing them, she sat in the study, played with her mobile phone, and was in a daze for a while.
As the clock gradually approached midnight, there was still no sign of Jiang Zongye.
She rested her chin on her knees and sighed deeply.
It turns out that he is so busy with social engagements.
It wasn't often that he could stay home all night like he did yesterday.
While she was thinking, Jiang Zong also sent her a message. "I won't be back until after 1:00 tonight. Take a shower and go to bed first."
"good."
Qiao Ruoying agreed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
His 600-square-meter home is fully equipped and very spacious.
She was very clear about her identity, so she never went to any place Jiang Zong had taken her to, and only stayed in the study and bedroom.
The door of the cloakroom was tightly closed. She didn't open it to look, but just opened the drawer where her pajamas were kept.
Several women's silk nightgowns were neatly folded and placed next to his men's nightgown, sleeves overlapping sleeves, collars touching collars, squeezed together, with a special intimacy.
Her heart skipped a beat, then returned to normal.
After taking a shower, she was actually very sleepy, and her eyelids felt like they were weighed down by jacks, wanting to close.
Just as she was about to fall into a sweet dream, Qiao Ruoying's thoughts were suddenly pulled back by a rope:
At the Bulgari Hotel, she woke up early and ran downstairs to enjoy the bathing service. Later, Jiang Zong also said, "When he woke up, the person was not there."
So, Jiang Zong must also dislike the feeling of having no one waiting for him when he returns home, right?
Thinking of this, she sat up from the bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes hard, walked to the living room and walked around a few times, yawning as she walked.
Old man, come back quickly.
She can't bear it if she doesn't come back.
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When Jiang Zongye returned to Tianxi Huanyu, the quartz clock on the wall pointed to two o'clock in the morning.
He walked in and took off his shoes. The large living room was empty, filled with gray fog. Only a wall lamp in the corner was on, casting a low light on the marble floor.
When I turned my gaze towards the table, I saw a girl lying on the table, her hands resting on her head. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and a thin ribbon tied around her waist made her figure, wrapped in a satin nightgown, appear even slimmer.
Under the skirt, the calves are slender and straight, and the toes are obediently put into the slippers.
Those slippers are too big.
Mo Qiao Ruoying was a light sleeper. When she heard a rustling sound, she woke up suddenly. She raised her head from her arms, and her watery lychee eyes were hazy with sleepiness.
"Mr. Jiang." She called him, her voice soft and full of joy.
Jiang Zong also changed into slippers and looked at her.
There were red marks on the girl's delicate, porcelain-white face, and her dark pupils were hidden under her thick eyelashes, wet, like a delicate flower washed by dew.
So good.
He walked over and touched her head from behind, his fingertips embedded in her thick hair, feeling their entanglement.
Qiao Ruoying smelled the alcohol and cigarettes on him. The fibers of her shirt were soaked with the scent, so strong that it couldn't dissipate.
"You've been drinking."
"right."
She looked up. Jiang Zongye, who had been drinking, looked no different, except that his hair was a little messier than usual and his sharp eyes were even crimsoner than before.
He was still calm, elegant, cool and charming, and the curve of his profile was impeccable. But the smell of alcohol on his body still betrayed him.
Perhaps she was too sleepy to be honest, Qiao Ruoying started to act coquettishly towards him, her white fingers clutching his shirt sleeve. "Can't you just... not drink..."
Jiang Zong also laughed.
"Be good, I can't."
Wine is the indispensable glue in social gatherings, like cement in building a wall of cooperation. As people clink glasses and drink, their defenses gradually drop and they draw closer.
"That's right. If you don't drink, you won't be able to attract partners, and then you won't be able to pay us wages." Qiao Ruoying said, holding her face.
"Yeah. So go to sleep." Jiang Zongye looked at her struggling to open her sleepy eyes and said in a hoarse voice.
He felt sorry for her. It was so late, and she was still waiting for him here.
As the alcohol passed through his throat, Jiang Zongye's voice had a gentle hoarseness, like a cello string being gently plucked, slowly vibrating in the instrument.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep."
Jiang Zongye had a pair of moist peach blossom eyes, and in the dim light, she was as beautiful as a demon.
Such a gentle Mr. Jiang.
Qiao Ruoying is still a little uncomfortable.
He smelled a bit of alcohol, how could Qiao Ruoying feel comfortable sleeping alone?
She found a jar of honey in the refrigerator. It was thick and sweet. She scooped out two spoonfuls of honey and put it into a small pot to boil.
“…”
Although Jiang Zongye knew that honey water could not remove the smell of alcohol, he was moved by the sight of her with her hair tied up, busying herself for him in the kitchen, the hem of her nightgown hanging down at her knees, the silk touching her knees again and again.
When she brought the honey water, Jiang Zong also took a few sips while it was hot.
These are all her thoughts.
For the first time, he wanted to cherish someone's feelings so much.
After making him soak in honey water, Qiao Ruoying went to bed.
She fell asleep very quickly, lying peacefully on the bed with her eyes closed. In her dream, she vaguely felt the man's rough big hand gently stroking her forehead.
Well, he even touched her forehead secretly.
She was a little shy and wanted to hide away, but her eyes were glued shut with sleepiness.
The next day, Jiang Zongye woke up first, and she woke up later.
After washing up, she went to the dryer to get the white T-shirt and jeans she brought here from the rental house.
Touching the soft fabric with her palm, Qiao Ruoying felt a little conflicted. Should she really wear this?
Just yesterday, Jiang Zongye laughed at her "poor taste in clothes" and even said sarcastically that the clothes had saved her life. This made her very hesitant. She wanted to wear something more comfortable, but she was worried that Jiang Zongye would dislike it.
"Come with me."
Jiang Zong also seemed to see her dilemma and spoke loudly.
She followed him to the cloakroom, and Jiang Zong also opened the cloakroom door.
Under the walnut lower cabinet doors, beautifully tailored dresses and unworn high heels, belts, hats and other accessories fill the entire cabinet.
They are arranged neatly and emit the fresh fragrance of clothes after being washed.
Looking around, there are at least a dozen sets.
Didn't Jiang Zong also say that there were only a few sets of clothes here? Is this the "few sets" he mentioned?
"Are you finally going to give up the clothes that saved your life?" Jiang Zong also raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile.
“…”
Mr. Jiang, please stop bringing up irrelevant issues.
"I give up, I give up." Qiao Ruoying said obediently.
Just give up in front of him.
"You should wear this one today." Without saying anything, Jiang Zongye pulled out a burgundy dress from the closet.
The design of this dress is very unique. It has a three-dimensional twisted halter neck design at the collarbone, exuding a fashionable and beautiful vibe.
“…”
Qiao Ruoying's aesthetics lean towards kawaii, and the dress Jiang Zongye chose for her was very mature, which made her a little dumbfounded:
It turns out that in Jiang Zongye's eyes, is she so mature?
"Put it on."
Since her big money sponsor had spoken, Qiao Ruoying obeyed immediately.
However, the ruffled collar and wide cuffs allow you to see your underwear.
She was just hesitating about what underwear to wear when Jiang Zong opened the drawer and handed her a low-strap French bra. She touched the two bowl-shaped objects on it.
It happened to be her cup.
“…”
Qiao Ruoying was dumbfounded again.
How did he even know her bra size?
Her eyes suddenly fell on his big palm with bulging veins, the rough palm with a rosy luster, and she remembered how he had been playing with her lovingly... pinching her between his middle and index fingers until the unripe strawberry was ripe.
Qiao Ruoying understood immediately.
A strange tingling sensation arose in the plump part.
She took the clothes, went into the bathroom to change, and locked the door with a "click".
Looking at the tightly stuck keyhole, Jiang Zong felt restless again.
He touched her all over, without reservation.
But she is still so shy.
When Qiao Ruoying changed her clothes and came out, Jiang Zong also stepped back. With his eyes like radar, he examined her from head to toe and handed her a pair of matching velvet square-buckled high heels.
The burgundy collar hung around her neck, dangling freely, enveloping her graceful curves, embellishing the charm within her body, and bringing out a touch of purity from that charm.
Jiang Zong was also very satisfied.
"Let's do this." Jiang Zongye said.
"Okay." Qiao Ruoying picked up her high heels and just walked a few steps away when she suddenly heard the man's voice behind her changing his mind.
"Wait."
Why are you going back on your word? She turned around in confusion, and Jiang Zong had already taken off a formal black and white shirt and skirt suit.
"Let's change to this one."
“Is there a big difference between these two sets?”
Qiao Ruoying looked at him with a puzzled look.
"It's a big deal." Jiang Zong also said coldly.
The SA sent him a manual for these clothes first, and he picked them out one by one according to the coated paper manual. He also matched the high heels, hats, belts and other accessories.
The burgundy set is the one he is most satisfied with. He thinks Qiao Ruoying will look very sexy in it.
It is really sexy, like a half-ripe cherry that bursts with juice when bitten between the lips.
He immediately remembered that Qiao Ruoying had to go to work today. He hadn't forgotten that in the elevator yesterday morning, she was only wearing a slim and conservative office lady dress, and all the men in the room had their eyes on her.
There was even a boy in the design department who was wearing a headband and was so reckless that he tried to chat with her.
Is Jiang Zong really so generous as to let her wear such a sexy skirt in front of other men?
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Author's words: Yingbao: If you can, please repeat it again, which piece of clothing saved my life? [question mark][question mark]
Boss Jiang: You are incompetent, you are incompetent [bursts into tears] My wife is beautiful even when she is wearing a sack!
Congratulations to Boss Jiang for opening the "Miracle Yingying" branch quest [dog head]
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