Chapter 45: Mountain Villa "So you were doing something unkind to me back then..."
"Let's pick out some underwear together."
Seeing the casual words sent by Jiang Zong, Qiao Ruoying almost wanted to cover her phone screen.
As expected, the old man has such a good memory that he will never forget anything that is "sweet" to him.
Over there, news about Jiang Zongye was still coming in continuously.
The old man said, "The weather forecast says there will be snow in the high altitude areas of Luocheng this weekend. Let's go to the mountain villa to see the snow."
"I said before that I would take you to the bathhouse. This time you can have some fun."
"I'll ask Lao Chen to bring you a down jacket tomorrow, so you don't get cold on the way into the mountains."
When Qiao Ruoying saw these two messages, her heart was filled with warmth.
Before, at Bulgari, Jiang Zong had said that he would take her to a private bathhouse. At that time, their relationship was still unfamiliar, and she thought Jiang Zong was just joking. Unexpectedly, he was serious.
It seemed that he was very serious about everything related to her and the promises he had made to her.
Before going to bed at night, Qiao Ruoying said "good night" to him. Listening to the howling north wind outside the window, she wrapped herself in the quilt, imagining that she and Jiang Zongye were hugging each other in front of the floor-to-ceiling window watching the snow, full of anticipation.
At the same time, I thought: If I go swimming in such a cold day, my fingers will surely be frozen into carrots.
I wonder if Jiang Zongye has any solutions?
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The western suburbs of Luocheng are dotted with mountains and lush vegetation. The needle-like coniferous forests remain lush green in winter, weaving a sea of green.
In the middle of the sea, a white villa rises from the ground, with tall and pointed eaves, like a white ship moored among the green waves.
Going up the winding mountain road, the temperature got lower as the altitude increased, so Lao Chen turned on the heater in the car.
At first, you could still see trees outside the window, but later a thin layer of snow rolled over the car window like feathers, and even the shadows of the trees became hazy.
In the car were the down jacket, a pair of UGG cashmere boots, and a cashmere hat that Jiang Zongye had asked Ada to buy for her. Qiao Ruoying lowered the window in the car, put on the hat, and put on the down jacket.
Old Chen sent her to the door of the villa and hurried down the mountain while the snow was not heavy.
Jiang Zongye was originally working in the office. When he received the message from Qiao Ruoying, he put on his coat and went downstairs.
In the flowerbed in front of the door, two transplanted red plum blossoms were in full bloom. The intense red, set against the backdrop of white snow and green mountains, looked like a stroke of genius in an ink painting. Not to mention Qiao Ruoying was standing next to the red plum blossoms.
Her face was hidden under a fluffy hat, her whole body was wrapped in a coat, and she was wearing a pair of short boots. She was playfully sniffing the red plum blossoms on the branches with the tip of her nose.
The girl's upturned face was stained red by the thin snow, like an elf transformed from the essence of heaven and earth.
The tip of her nose touched the branch of the plum tree, and the branch trembled slightly, shaking off some snow, which slid down onto her face and the tip of her nose.
When the tip of her nose felt itchy and she was about to sneeze loudly, a suit handkerchief was first placed to cover her nose, and Jiang Zongye's warm big hand also supported the back of her neck.
She sneezed loudly and easily, and the tip of her nose smelled the faint scent of cedar on the handkerchief, and a few physiological tears oozed from the corners of her eyes. This sneeze was particularly comfortable.
He blew her nose carefully, like blowing a child's face. In this snowy season, his voice was so deep that it seemed to have been absorbed and evolved by the fluffy and porous snow. He spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Why don't you come in and stand here in the cold?"
"Looking at the plum blossoms." Qiao Ruoying said, pointing at the two red plum trees.
"What do you think? Let's get a big plum vase, cut two plum branches and put some flowers in it, and put it on your desk. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Can."
Jiang Zong was also thinking about the scene and felt that the girl was very romantic.
"Shall we go now?" Qiao Ruoying said, eager to find a pair of scissors.
She pulled open the drawer in the entrance hall, and Jiang Zong also stood behind her.
Qiao Ruoying suddenly remembered that this busy man usually had to work on weekends and only slept with her at night. Her interest dropped by three points, but she still said considerately:
"If you want to go to the office, go ahead. I can do the job alone."
Jiang Zongye held her shoulders and whispered, "I'm not working today. I'm using this time to keep you company."
"Didn't we agree to take you to the private swimming pool?"
"Oh." Her eyes brightened.
Jiang Zongye, such a busy man, finally has time to accompany her?
Doesn't she have to have fun alone in such a big house?
very nice.
After finding the gardening shears, they went out to the yard and each of them chose a plum branch to cut.
Jiang Zong also held a pair of scissors. Seeing Qiao Ruoying raise her hand with her index finger and thumb stretched out, it looked like a cutting frame in front of him, and he couldn't help laughing.
It seemed that only when he was with her would the "grand ambitions" in his heart disappear temporarily, and he would look at the scenery along the way, the mountains, the snow, and the cinnabar red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
"I choose this one." She pointed to the one she had chosen.
"Okay, let's cut this branch." Jiang Zong also said.
If Qiao Ruoying knew that the two trees in front of her with slanting branches and rich fragrance were the "Tai Ge Cinnabar" varieties carefully planted by gardeners, and that such beautiful trees were worth 100,000 yuan each, she would not have been so happy to cut them with her scissors.
After she cut a branch, Jiang Zong also chose one. The branch she chose had branches, and each branch was as if dyed with cinnabar. The plum blossoms were gorgeous and the flowers were grand.
The branch that Jiang Zongye chose was solitary and sharp as a pen, with twisted and gnarled branches, which had a unique kind of rugged beauty.
She held both plum blossoms in her arms. The red plum blossoms had a faint fragrance, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid. For a moment, it was unclear whether her fragrance or the plum blossoms' was more fragrant.
The snow fell even harder, and Jiang Zong lifted her hood and covered her head with it, and the two of them went to the exhibition room to choose vases.
In the exhibition room, precious vases of various types are placed on the rosewood cabinets. They are all real antiques. Time has engraved a layer of patina on the porcelain surface of the vases.
Qiao Ruoying picked out a pastel porcelain vase at first sight and was about to pick it up when Jiang Zongye's voice rang out from behind her:
"You want to use it to make plum blossoms?"
She turned around and looked at him doubtfully. From his tone, it seemed that it was not possible to use a powder bottle to arrange flowers?
"You need to use an ancient bronze vase to arrange plum blossoms." Jiang Zong also said calmly.
After saying that, he opened the display cabinet, picked out a rusty lacquered copper vase, cut off a small part of the bottom of the plum branch, made a fixed Y-shaped vase, and inserted the plum blossoms into it.
The plum blossom he chose had gnarled branches, which contrasted beautifully with the bronze vase covered with a layer of verdigris. Suddenly, a sense of ancient charm floated in the room.
Although Qiao Ruoying thought that the bronze vase he used to arrange flowers looked very beautiful, she still asked:
"Who said we should use an antique bronze vase to place plum blossoms?"
"An old fellow from the Ming Dynasty."
Jiang Zong also paused and said, "It is actually a sentence from Ming Dynasty Jin Run's "Ping Hua Pu" that says: "Choose those with strange rhymes and patterns, moss and scales, and place them in an ancient bronze vase." *
Qiao Ruoying suddenly realized something. Was Jiang Zongye thinking of something from a book?
But she still has her own persistence. Who says plum blossoms can't be placed in a pastel vase?
"Then I, a little guy living in the modern world, say that it's also OK to use a pastel vase to arrange flowers."
After Qiao Ruoying finished speaking, she placed the plum branches she had selected into the vase.
The traditional colors of Xilan, Qiongju, and Tangli on the bottle are intertwined, like petals of different shades of pink;
The plum blossom she chose is very delicate, and the famille rose vase has a rounded upper body and a constricted lower body, which is the so-called "narrow mouth and short neck, with shoulders bearing the wind and the moon". The plum blossom inserted in it is like a lady holding the plum blossom on her shoulders with her sleeves gathered, which has a gentle and moving beauty.
The way she arranged the plum blossoms broke the conventional way of arrangement and was unique.
A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Zong's eyes, followed by admiration.
In comparison with her, he felt that his thinking was constrained.
"That's great. Yingying is unconventional and knows how to innovate." He praised her.
Qiao Ruoying stepped back, admired her flower arrangement, and said with satisfaction:
"That's right. I'm not like an old fogey like you who believes everything in books."
As she spoke, she picked up the vase and wanted to put it on the kitchen counter next to the French window so that she could take a picture.
After putting the bottle in the vase, she stepped back a few steps to take out her phone to take a picture. However, the pink porcelain bottle was a little top-heavy. When she put it down, the bottom of the bottle started spinning and was about to fall off the sink.
In a flash, Qiao Ruoying rushed over and grabbed the plum branch, which was then stuck on the bottle mouth. Jiang Zong, who was a little further away, also rushed over and reached out to steady the porcelain bottle.
"Huh, I almost broke." Qiao Ruoying was still scared.
She just saw the nameplate next to the bottle. The bottle is an antique from the Qing Dynasty, older than her grandmother. It should be very valuable, right?
Jiang Zong also quickly helped her up, turned on the faucet, and added water to the bottle, both to grow the flowers and to make the bottle heavier so that it would not tip over again.
"It's just a broken bottle. Why did you run so fast just now? What if you fall?" Jiang Zong also frowned.
Qiao Ruoying asked, "How much is this bottle?"
"It's not very expensive, maybe tens of millions."
“…”
Tens of millions is not very expensive, is this something a human being can say?
"I can't afford to pay for it if I drop it," she joked.
Jiang Zong also glanced at her. "Just give yourself to me as compensation, the kind that means you pledge yourself to me."
“…”
The old man is really good at calculating.
She raised her eyes and looked at the rows of antique bottles in the display cabinets. Some were azure, some were pastel, some were ice crack, and some were blue and white with lotus patterns. Each bottle seemed to have sealed the glory of the dynasty it was born in.
"Did you buy these bottles at an auction?" she asked curiously.
If it was really filmed by Jiang Zongye, then he is really capable. He can break one piece of energy into eight pieces and use them all.
"No, these bottles were taken by my mother. She likes to fly around the world to collect collections. Not long ago, we donated a batch of porcelain bottles that were lost overseas during the war to the National Museum of China."
Jiang Zong also spoke lightly, but when he saw Qiao Ruoying staring at him in a daze, he stopped talking - he had a vague resistance in his heart, not wanting her to feel the gap between their family backgrounds, as if the clouds in the sky and the mud on the ground. He was vaguely worried that the gap between their family backgrounds would make her retreat.
What can I do? I have to infiltrate it slowly and wait for her to get used to it bit by bit.
"Now that we have finished arranging the plum blossoms, let's go swimming." Jiang Zongye said, leading her through the large and spacious first floor to the back garden.
Qiao Ruoying followed behind him, and belatedly realized that Jiang Zongye had just changed the subject.
He originally wanted to elaborate on the topic related to his mother just now, right?
Why do you suddenly not want to talk about it anymore?
He probably didn't want her to know too much about the Jiang family.
Thinking of this, Qiao Ruoying bit her lip silently.
Even though they were boyfriend and girlfriend, she always kept to her boundaries and never asked questions that she shouldn't ask. For example, about his relationship with his parents, how much money his family had...
It may be easy to make the leap from being friends to being a boyfriend and girlfriend; but it is very difficult to make the leap from being a boyfriend and girlfriend to a deeper level of marriage, as it is a combination of the interests of both families.
Behind the villa is a transparent glass house with sufficient heating. The swimming pool looks like a Paraiba tourmaline inlaid in the glass house.
There are swimsuits in the bathroom connected to the swimming pool, brand new and ironed.
Qiao Ruoying picked up the swimsuit and was stunned.
Bikini style, Floyd's rose red, it's no different from the swimsuits provided by the Bulgari Hotel.
She put the thin straps on her shoulders and fiddled with the buckle in the middle of the swimsuit. When the back buckle was fastened, her snow-white deep valley was clearly visible through the buckle.
This is too sexy and too revealing.
After Qiao Ruoying put on her clothes, she looked at herself in the floor-length mirror.
The girl in the mirror has a thin waist and long legs, with firm breasts and buttocks. Her upright and narrow belly button is like a pearl inlaid on her fair belly, and her figure is well-proportioned.
She quickly turned her head away, not daring to look any longer, for fear that she would bleed from the nose.
Luckily, there was a cover-up over the swimsuit, so she put it on before walking out of the shower and to the pool.
Jiang Zong had also changed into his swimming trunks and was lying on the cushion by the pool doing push-ups, his tight and powerful back muscles contracting and relaxing. He saw the girl's soft white feet coming towards him on the tiles, light as if walking on clouds.
He rolled over and stood up nimbly.
"This swimsuit is exactly the same as the one at the Bulgari Hotel. Didn't you say that my outfit doesn't comply with the company's dress code?"
She still remembered this, pointed to the swimsuit strap on her shoulder, and quickly "questioned" Jiang Zongye.
Wrapped in a translucent shawl, the girl's figure is fair, slender and graceful, and wrapped in the shawl, it looks like a flower in the fog.
The man's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"That's not about the occasion. There are a lot of people in a public bathhouse, so you certainly can't dress like that."
"I'm the only one here, you can wear whatever you want."
After a pause, he added:
"It's okay if you don't wear it."
“…”
Qiao Ruoying almost wanted to hit him!
So he said that wearing a bikini did not meet the dress code requirements because he did not want others to see her wearing a bikini?
Humph, old man, were you so possessive of her back then?
"So, you had...evil intentions towards me back then." Qiao Ruoying criticized him for a long time, and finally complained angrily.
"How can it be called evil intentions," Jiang Zong said shamelessly, his eyes fixed on her, describing her inch by inch, every inch of which was filled with "possession".
"You will be my woman then."
I have slept with him and given him everything, including my first kiss and my first night with him. How can I not be considered his woman?
"Let's go swimming first." Qiao Ruoying stretched for a while.
"How's your swimming skill?"
"I think it's pretty good. I just can't tread water very well yet."
"Okay. Then go to the children's pool. Move your body and I'll teach you how to tread water." Jiang Zongye said, pointing to the 1.5-meter swimming pool.
Qiao Ruoying walked to the escalator and stepped into the water.
She really liked the color of the swimming pool tiles here, which were like the gem that Jiang Zongye introduced to her - Paraiba tourmaline. It was a rich aqua blue, and when the sunlight came in, it sparkled like neon light.
The rose-red bikini immersed in the tourmaline swimming pool looks like a blooming flower in the water, gorgeous and beautiful.
At the Bulgari Hotel, Jiang Zong hadn't had time to observe her swimming style carefully. Today, the swimming lane was wide, so he paid extra attention, and once he paid attention, he couldn't help laughing.
Qiao Ruoying stretched out her hands in front of her and paddled the water, her legs stepped on the water and pushed the water, her buttocks wrapped in swimming trunks were lifted up, making it look even more perky.
This swimming style, with the butt sticking out and the legs kicking, isn't it the doggy paddle?
It's a little cute when it's planed.
The corners of his lips twitched and he couldn't stop laughing. His deep laughter spread out and hit the glass around him, making it even deeper, like the bubbles that keep rising when you open a can of Coke.
"Who did you learn this swimming style from?"
Hearing Jiang Zongye's laughter, muffled and vibrating like the strings of a cello, Qiao Ruoying stopped swimming and snorted:
"I learned this from my grandma's little yellow dog. How's it? Is it standard?"
"Standard, standard, too standard."
He walked to the edge of the swimming pool, stretched out one long leg, and then went down with his whole body, his feet touching the bottom of the pool. The water in the pool swayed with it, like the flowing jade color of emerald.
He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and without saying anything, held her in his arms. He reached down with his left hand and squeezed her perky little butt hard, saying in a hoarse voice:
"Yingying, why are you swimming like a puppy?"
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Author's words: Yingbao: Am I a puppy? You are the puppy!
Jiang Zongye: I am a big dog, you are a small dog. [Cai Gou][Dog head holding a rose][Come on][Dog head]
I started writing the story of Xiaoying and Lao Jiang in July, when the summer heat was at its worst and the weather was very hot. As I was writing, the story of Xiaoying and Lao Jiang entered winter. They had been together for over four months, and it started snowing in the book.
Thank you babies for your love for Xiaoying and Laojiang. I have received your nutrient solution and I am very grateful.
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