Chapter 36 Kissing "Yingying, you little white rabbit."...
So, girls can help girls, but boys can’t help boys?
Ever since Qiao Ruoying could remember, her father and mother had been arguing all the time. Her father threw all the bowls in the cupboard to the floor, and the rough porcelain bowls broke into pieces. Her baby sister was woken up and started crying with her mouth pouting.
Later, my parents finally stopped arguing and they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce certificate.
Ms. Qiao Li paid the price of leaving her home with nothing in exchange for the custody of the two sisters Ruoying and Ruoqi. In Hua County, she took a shocking action and changed her two daughters' surnames from the man's "Cen" to their mother's.
As for Qiao Ruoying's grandparents, her uncle never comes home all year round, and the adults around her are all women.
Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, Qiao Ruoying actually did not understand the species of "men".
From any perspective, Jiang Zongye was the first man with whom she had formed a profound connection. He possessed her deeply, and he powerfully guided her through his powerful worldview, values, and outlook on life.
She also continued to get to know the so-called "men" from him.
For example, now she is deeply aware of how strong men's sense of competition is and how much they like to slander each other. Boys helping boys doesn't exist.
There is too much malice between men.
After leaving the "Reading on Your Head" sculpture, Qiao Ruoying was still thinking carefully about what Jiang Zongye had just said.
Although she did not take Jiang Zongye's words "Hu Yicheng has bad intentions" to heart, the inspiration Jiang Zongye gave her during the analysis was worth her careful consideration.
She secretly decided that she would be like Jiang Zongye in the future and pay attention to the other party's implied meaning in every conversation.
She still has to continue studying the course of workplace psychology.
She now discovered that Jiang Zongye was the best teacher for this course, teaching by example.
She learned a lot from Jiang Zongye.
From the initial "thinking from the perspective of whose interests", to "adopting a proper attitude to deal with superiors and subordinates", to now "understanding what others are thinking", she has gained a lot.
Thinking of this, she said to Jiang Zongye sincerely: "I will pay attention to it in the future."
She thanked Jiang Zongye for the inspiration he had given her, but Jiang Zongye thought she had finally understood what he had instilled in her: "A man's attentions are not good intentions," and nodded with satisfaction.
That's about right.
However, his satisfaction did not last long, as Jiang Zong became depressed again.
Just now, when Qiao Ruoying introduced him to Hu Yicheng, she actually said, "He is the son of my distant aunt, my brother." She called him "brother."
He really wanted to be her brother. It was the gentle and melodious "brother" that he brought out in bed, with the ending tone rising and trembling.
At that time, she was like a handful of new snow trembling on a branch, or like a delicate flower that could not bear the ravages of a rainstorm and was crying for mercy, with its stamens supporting plump dewdrops.
But he didn't want her to introduce him to outsiders as her blood-related "brother".
He just wanted to be her lover.
The two of them walked along the lakeside with their own thoughts.
In the middle of the lake, two swans were lying neck to neck, pecking each other. Drops of water rolled down their shiny feathers like pearls and returned to the lake.
Further along the lake is a newly built basketball court.
"Bang, bang, bang!" the basketball hit the plastic court, like a symphony of youth. On the court, several boys in jerseys were scrambling to jump towards the shooting basket so that they could successfully throw the ball into the basket.
When Qiao Ruoying walked by, the boys' eyes were involuntarily attracted to her and fixed on her.
The basketball, which was once treated as a treasure by everyone, fell to the ground dejectedly and rolled away.
Jiang Zong was also following Qiao Ruoying at about an arm's length away, looking back at the group of young boys with a cold gaze.
When he noticed that all the young boys' eyes were fixed on her legs, his chest suddenly started to burn with anger again.
Jiang Zongye's eyes were dim as he glanced at Qiao Ruoying's pleated skirt again.
It is beautiful, but why is the skirt so short?
No, don't let her go out wearing such a short skirt in the future.
After passing the basketball court, they turned onto a narrow path lined with lush flowers and trees. Qiao Ruoying remembered that at the end of the path was a rockery.
Because this place is far away from the teaching area and rarely visited, she often came here to sit and stare blankly during her undergraduate studies.
Skillfully, Qiao Ruoying found the stone on the rugged rockery where she often stood with her back against it. The surface of the stone had been rubbed smooth, like a huge pebble.
She was about to mention this past event to Jiang Zongye, but Jiang Zongye spoke before her:
"Your skirt is too short today."
"Don't wear such a short skirt when you go out."
“…”
Qiao Ruoying simply didn't know what to say.
When they first met, he was the one who said the outfit looked good, and now he is the one who complains the skirt is too short. It seems that Jiang Zong has said all the good and bad things, right?
Boss Jiang is really nosy.
Even though he disliked it, she felt she still had the right to dress however she wanted.
In the shadows of the green leaves of the lychee trees filtered by the light, Qiao Ruoying raised her eyes stubbornly and defended herself in a weak voice:
"I'm wearing safety pants..."
It would have been better if she didn't say it. As soon as she said it, Jiang Zongye's mind suddenly appeared the picture. The small white safety pants wrapped around her perky, round and full breasts. Her eyes suddenly became dark, and thick fog rolled in her eyes, like a bottomless black pool.
He said hoarsely: "What can your safety pants cover? Your thighs are exposed."
As he spoke, he took a step closer to her. Qiao Ruoying met his dark eyes, which were filled with a possessive desire that she could not clearly identify.
The girl's heartbeat suddenly became irregular, her shoes took a step back, her back pressed against the smooth stone wall of the rockery, her breathing became rapid, her delicate breasts rose and fell under her sweater, pulling up her slender collarbone.
At this moment, the grass and trees were silent, and Jiang Zong also felt that there was a wild beast gnawing at his heart, making him feel more violent and anxious than ever before.
However, he did not understand the source of this violence and anxiety.
Is it just because she called Hu Yicheng "brother"?
Obviously... they had done all kinds of intimate things and had been entangled deeply, but until this moment today, when they finally stepped into public, he finally realized that there was not even a relationship between them that was worth showing off.
girlfriend.
That's right, she should have been his girlfriend a long time ago.
Jiang Zong also tried hard to suppress the surging feeling in his heart. He slid his big hand down and slowly stroked her round thigh with his fingertips.
The moment the fingertips with thin calluses touched her skin like a dragonfly skimming the water, the girl's red lips slightly opened, her eyes widened, her lychee eyes slightly unfocused, and she almost forgot what to say.
His fingertips continued to move upward until they touched the bottom edge of her sweater, stroking back and forth along the knitted cable stripes, as if teasing but not teasing.
Her heart felt like it was poisoned and she was nervous.
Even the rustling sound of the autumn wind blowing through the litchi trees sent her adrenaline racing.
Obviously... after so many times of making love, the two of them should have reduced their sensitivity to each other, so why was their heartbeat still so intense? Why were their faces still so red?
"Brother," Jiang Zongye's thin lips slowly approached her fair and fragile earlobe, his voice extremely low and hoarse.
"Yingying, tell me, would you lift up your clothes and show this to your brother?"
He moved his fingertips upwards, lightly brushing against her erect breasts wrapped in her sweater.
Instantly, Qiao Ruoying understood what he meant, and was instantly transported back to that night of indulgence across the internet: the chaotic light and shadow, the lifted pajamas, the corners of the quilt softened by the warmth of his breath, and his deep sighs, asking her to move the camera farther and closer...
Jiang Zong also crossed his arms, trapping her between him and the rockery, his eyes tracing the red color spreading across her face, like the tip of a peach.
The man's voice was like a vampire seducing a young girl into losing her virginity, neither fast nor slow.
"Yingying, tell me, what's the connection between you lifting up your clothes and showing me what's going on here?"
Being able to lift up clothes, such an intimate relationship.
Friends, lovers, bosses and subordinates.
Qiao Ruoying's mind was in a mess, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid as she breathed rapidly.
A sudden inspiration came to her, and she knew the above answers were not what Jiang Zong wanted to hear at the moment.
So what does he want to hear?
He was still patiently trying to persuade her, waiting for her answer.
The word "couple" came to her lips, but she couldn't say it.
Jiang Zong also saw that her eyes had refocused, as if she had thought it through clearly. The tip of her nose was stained with a layer of blush. He wanted her to say it more and more viciously. His wandering fingertips suddenly went to the hem of her sweater and touched the soft skin under her undershirt.
"Hurry up and tell me, Yingying. If you don't, I'll punish you right here."
Of course she knew what his punishment was.
He would definitely mess up her clothes, unbutton the back of her panties, and play with her at will...right here, in this clear, peaceful and quiet university campus, in this semi-public place.
If someone passed by, they would definitely think they were having sex in the wild.
This bad guy, why doesn’t he say it himself? Why does he have to force her to say it?
What if she didn't guess right?
That's so embarrassing.
When his fingertips finally touched the edge of the underwear and stroked along the elastic band, wanting to explore but not yet, the taut string in Qiao Ruoying's mind finally broke. She didn't care about anything anymore, even if she said something wrong and was ridiculed by him, she didn't care.
"It's... a couple."
With difficulty, she squeezed out the last two words from between her teeth.
In fact, my heart is full of uncertainty.
Did she and Jiang Zongye go from being friends to being a couple?
Jiang Zong also heard these two words, and it was as if thousands of golden lights suddenly appeared above his head, dispelling the dark clouds above his head.
A smile emerged from the corner of his lips, spreading like ripples until it reached his eyes, making those peach blossom eyes sparkle.
His tone was as gentle as a cat's fur, caressing the surface of her skin, full of sighs.
"Yingying, you said we are a couple now."
"We should have been a couple a long time ago."
His restless hand stopped at the edge of her underwear, and then he lifted her beautiful chin, pressing his thumb against her jawline, forcing her face up.
A face as clean and clear as a canvas.
His eyes fell on her cherry lips.
Such beautiful and plump lips would sob out the sound he loved to hear late at night. She would joke with him, sometimes saying shocking things, sometimes making witty remarks, making him feel happy, joyful and satisfied.
He lowered his head and sucked her rosy and plump lips with his thin lips.
When his tongue pressed against her teeth, Qiao Ruoying suddenly opened her eyes wide, her snow-white teeth tightly closed, forgetting to give him an entrance.
Jiang Zong was also impatient and blurted out "Open your mouth" in a low voice. Qiao Ruoying then woke up as if from a dream and opened her teeth.
This kiss was not as beautiful as in the Korean idol dramas that Qiao Ruoying often watched. She and Jiang Zong often touched teeth with each other, and tongues with each other, you go in and I go in, and the two are in a stalemate.
But Jiang Zong was also very patient, as if he had spent so much time with her today and walked such a long way to come to this secluded rockery just to kiss her.
His large palm, with bulging veins and long, strong fingers, pressed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she let him invade her at will. His tongue swept across every part of her mouth, and the kiss turned from gentle to violent. He entangled her soft lilac tongue and kept sucking on it.
His kisses and sucking made the root of her tongue hurt, but the pain also brought out a trace of pleasure. This pleasure made her feet feel light and her body went limp, unable to stand steadily. He held her slender waist.
Until the last wisp of air was snatched from her lips, she was completely enveloped by his scent of pine and fir, and struggled in his arms.
Jiang Zong also reluctantly moved his lips away, and a strand of ambiguous silver thread was pulled between the corners of their lips, which he wiped away with a tissue.
Then, he admired his "masterpiece" with satisfaction. The girl's cheeks were flushed, and her plump lips were rosy from his kiss, almost breaking the skin at the corners of her lips. Her eyes were misty, like pear blossoms that could not bear the bruises in the rain.
It was as if she was marked by him, indicating that she belonged to him.
It's strange that an arrogant person like him always firmly believes that the world belongs to him and he will get whatever he wants.
However, he did not have this feeling when facing Qiao Ruoying.
He will feel anxious and worried about gains and losses.
Although she was as obedient and docile as a little white rabbit, even when they were whispering in each other's ears, he saw her frowning brows, with an expression that seemed to be both pained and pleased, and he was not sure whether she belonged to him 100%.
A thought came to her mind: Is it because he is her boss that she is so obedient to him?
Jiang Zong also tried his best to put these unpleasant thoughts behind him, and gently stroked her spine with his big palm to help her calm her overly rapid breathing.
"Again?" He licked the tip of his tongue, his eyes tracing her slightly swollen lips, feeling unsatisfied.
Qiao Ruoying looked around. It was quiet and deserted, with only the sun setting in the west. It stretched Xili's shadow very long, and also cast her and Jiang Zongye's shadows on the rugged rocks, shaking them.
She pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and offered it to him.
Her attitude was active, but her kissing skills were very unskilled. The tip of her tongue touched him, then retreated awkwardly, tracing the edge of his thin lips, and she was completely unskilled.
But Jiang Zongye loved her awkwardness very much, and this awkwardness also aroused his stronger and stronger desire for plunder and possession.
From this awkwardness, he knew that her first night and first kiss belonged to him.
This ignited a huge sense of satisfaction in his heart, like the beast in his heart was fed and he finally felt a little satisfied.
He grabbed her neck, and when she was about to suffocate again, he laughed at her in a hoarse voice: "Weren't you very good at it the first night? Why not now?"
"You little white rabbit."
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The author has something to say: Lao Jiang: (Kiss) (Kiss) (Kiss my wife) [Kiss] [Kiss] [Kiss]
Xiaoying: (confused) (How did I suddenly become his girlfriend?) [question mark]
Finally, they kissed, and from now on, they're boyfriend and girlfriend. However, Boss Jiang's confession is quite informal, but Ah Si still decided to write it this way because Lao Jiang hasn't completely stepped down from his high position.
Sisi started to curse Lao Jiang#￥%&*
Lao Jiang: [It melted] [It melted] [It melted]
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