Chapter 88: Reconciliation "No kissing, mom will find out."...
Jiang Zongye curled the corners of his lips and gave her a smile, which was lazy and a bit evil, and he was unmoved.
“…”
Qiao Ruoying pressed her feet hard and stomped the tip of his leather shoes a few more times.
"Wife, try harder." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his hot breath spraying on her earlobe, warm and numb.
In public, this behavior was extremely intimate. Qiao Ruoying's face turned red and hot under the mask. She wanted to throw the box of condoms back, but she was worried that Jiang Zong would do something more extreme, so she had to give up.
The cashier was a young girl, inexperienced and inexperienced. When she scanned the condoms with the barcode scanner, she couldn't help but look up at Jiang Zongye.
The man in the coat was tall and straight. Under the light, his face was narrow and long, with clear contours and superior bone structure. There was a faint smile at the corner of his lips. He was not a man that could be raised in a small county like Huaxian.
What's more, this man stared at his girlfriend with a cheeky yet doting smile, his heart and eyes filled with only his girlfriend...
The cashier girl suddenly became flustered even when scanning the code.
After the bill was settled, Jiang Zong also carried the bag, and Qiao Ruoying grabbed his wrist and walked quickly out of the mall.
Jiang Zong also looked down at the invoice. The price of all the things he bought was less than a hundred. He said casually:
“So cheap.”
"This is the price of goods in a small county. Don't underestimate them because they are cheap. They are very useful."
Qiao Ruoying returned.
She had long been fed up with Jiang Zongye's consumption concept. Sometimes Jiang Zongye was really a spendthrift. He thought expensive things were better and only believed in branded goods. In fact, many practical and beautiful things could be picked out from affordable goods.
"Of course it's useful since Yingying picked it."
Jiang Zong also put the invoice away.
Unconsciously, he was also accepting Qiao Ruoying's consumption and value concepts, and deeply understood what "good quality and low price" meant.
As they walked further away from the mall and saw fewer and fewer people in the open-air parking lot, Qiao Ruoying breathed a sigh of relief, took off her mask, folded it, and put it back in her pocket. Jiang Zong also turned his head, gazing at her with his peach-blossom eyes.
"Are the couple you were hiding from just now your relatives?"
"She's my mother's good friend. I call her Aunt Lin." Qiao Ruoying said with relief, "Luckily she didn't recognize me. If she had, she would have told my mother."
"Tell your mother, what will happen?"
Qiao Ruoying: "Then my mother will know about your existence."
"What will happen if she knows of my existence?"
Jiang Zongye spoke in a nonchalant tone, stretched out his hand, clasped her fingers, and squeezed them in one by one, forcing her to interlock their fingers with his. His voice was low and hoarse, like the snow falling outside the window.
“…”
This time, it was Qiao Ruoying's turn to be speechless.
In her heart, she had actually already quietly accepted Jiang Zongye.
But why didn't they dare let Jiang Zong see Mom? Was it because they were afraid Mom wouldn't agree? Or was it because they were afraid Mom would still have a shadow over the Jiang family's investigation into them?
She bit her lip and couldn't speak.
The girl's face is as clean as a canvas, with beautiful and harmonious facial features. In her every frown and smile, entanglement, pain, discomfort, guilt...all kinds of emotions are vividly displayed on the canvas.
She was like a transparent piece of white paper, easily understood by him.
Jiang Zong also squeezed her palm and said, "Yingying, I came here for this Spring Festival just for this matter. I want to apologize to your mother and the others, and I also want her to accept me and accept that we're together."
The three words "together" seemed to wake up a dreamer.
Qiao Ruoying raised her eyelashes, her eyes were wet, her cheeks flushed, and she muttered:
"Who wants to be with you?"
At this time, Jiang Zong also pulled her to the trunk of the car.
He flicked the switch with a long finger. With a click, the trunk rose, and the colorful lights wrapped around the green belts on both sides lit up, flickering like fireflies by a summer lake. In the flickering light, the trunk suddenly held out large, vibrant roses, radiating a velvety sheen in the moonlight. Their fragrance drifted through the shadows, rich and lingering.
Qiao Ruoying was stunned.
There was a trunk full of Floyd roses, in full bloom.
Snowflakes drifted down, coating the green shrubs separating the parking spaces with snow, like candied hawthorn snowballs. Amidst the icy snow, the gleaming black Audi A8 sat quietly, its lemon-yellow lights flickering, the Sigmund Freud rose a ghost in the darkness.
Jiang Zong also flicked the corner of his clothes neatly, and his clothes fluttered like the wind in an instant.
He knelt on one knee, his straight black suit sinking into the thin snow. He stared at the girl who was still in a daze, tried to hold her hand, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Yingying, before your mother agrees, I want to get your consent to be my girlfriend again, okay?"
He always remembered it.
I still remember when we broke up, she cried and complained, "You didn't even ask me if I was willing, and you didn't even give me a bouquet of flowers."
This time, he added the flowers and the question "Are you willing?"
Obviously, this step should be a sure thing, but his throat was still dry and his palms were sticky. He looked at Qiao Ruoying quietly.
Qiao Ruoying bit her lip.
In fact, she had already fallen for him. After breaking up, what was the difference between them and when they were together? Facing Jiang Zongye, she couldn't say no.
She was willing, very willing, extremely willing.
"You get up first." She whispered.
It was such a big deal, like a marriage proposal. She was really afraid that someone she knew would pass by and see them like this.
"I'll get up if you're willing to be my girlfriend." Jiang Zong simply played dirty.
Now is the time to be thick-skinned.
Of course Qiao Ruoying couldn't compete with him. Besides, they were no different from being together now. So she quickly said, "I'm willing."
Jiang Zongye’s gangster tactics!
Jiang Zong also got what he wanted. He stood up from the snow, shook his trouser legs, and didn't care about the wetness on his knees. He held her armpits with his two big hands, lifted her up high, and spun her around in circles.
It seems like at the moment, only in this way can he convey his happiness and satisfaction.
Qiao Ruoying felt like she was flying. Her hair fluttered in the cold wind like a piece of silky smooth satin.
She put her arms around his shoulders, her voice broken by the wind, unable to conceal her shyness, anger, and joy.
"Mr. Jiang, don't be too happy. You still have to deal with my mother. If you can't deal with her, it's no use dealing with me."
Jiang Zong also heard what she said and scratched her armpits. Qiao Ruoying was very sensitive to begin with. When he tickled her like that, she instantly became soft as dough and collapsed on him. Her legs were tightly wrapped around the man's thin waist, and she begged for mercy:
"Ouch...I was wrong...Put me down now."
She is so cute, even when she acts coquettishly, she is adorable, which makes Jiang Zong's teeth itch.
As if I had a cuteness attack, I really wanted to take off her down jacket and sweater together, revealing her arms as white as tender lotus roots, and take a big bite of them.
He carried her back to the car.
Qiao Ruoying fell on him, her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, her bright face red, and her eyes wet with water.
Jiang Zong also pecked her lips hard, bit her plump lip and sucked it. Her lips were so soft?
As chewy as jelly.
If she didn't have a curfew tonight and had to get back before her mother went to bed, he really didn't want to let her go back at all.
"You seduced me." He said hoarsely.
? ?
Qiao Ruoying didn't understand.
She didn't do anything, did she? Old men are really good at passing the buck.
Jiang Zong also pinched her lips with his fingertips, touched her wet lips, and gently stroked them. He decided to talk to her about business first:
"So Xiaoying has to help me deal with my mother-in-law and give me some assistance, huh?"
Qiao Ruoying fainted.
What mother-in-law? Why does he call her that so spontaneously when they haven't even started dating yet?
Does her mother know that she suddenly has such a great son-in-law?
"How do you want me to assist you?"
In fact, even without Jiang Zongye saying it explicitly, Qiao Ruoying was planning to give her mother some encouragement and say good things about Jiang Zongye during this Spring Festival.
"Tell me, what does your mother like?" Jiang Zongye looked serious.
"Well... my mother loves beauty and looks. No matter how hard our lives were, or how little her salary was, she would always save a bit and buy a bottle of Maxam. Oh, and she especially loves using pearl powder for her beauty... She also likes dried fruits like mushrooms, wood ear mushrooms, and white fungus."
"What is your mother's favorite hobby when she is free?" Jiang Zong also asked in detail.
"She would read some Chinese medicine books whenever she had time, and occasionally she would knit."
"And your sister, what does she like?"
"Xiaoqi, she really likes eating fruits..."
Qiao Ruying snuggled in his arms. He took off his coat, leaving only a thin gray cashmere sweater underneath, which was held tight and ironed by his thin skin.
She buried her face in his chest, sniffing the scent of black pine on him, feeling a sense of security.
The gap in family background and class became huge stones under Jiang Zongye's feet at this moment, which could be easily moved by him, and she no longer had to worry.
She clearly understood the belief that Jiang Zongye conveyed to her:
He would never let their relationship go through the same mistakes again.
Seeing that time was almost up, Jiang Zong also drove back. After more than 20 minutes, he arrived at a parking lot near Qiao Ruoying's residential complex. He raised his wrist to glance at the Richard Miller on his wrist and said in a hoarse voice:
"Come on, let's go to the back seat of the car."
There is no center console separating the back seat of the car. Once the partition window is lowered and the windows are covered with anti-peep film, the back seat forms a virtually enclosed space.
Qiao Ruoying had taken off her down jacket, which was now resting on her knees. She was only wearing a tight cashmere lining and a beige and brown plaid long skirt. She noticed that Jiang Zongye's eyes were slowly wandering around her, his eyes tracing over her curves from shoulders to waist and waist, and her cheeks couldn't help but feel hot.
She whispered, "It's almost time, I have to go home."
Jiang Zongye: "No rush, there are still twenty minutes until ten o'clock."
Of course, we have to make the best use of this time. How can we let her go home so early?
As soon as he finished speaking, without further ado, he clasped his long fingers around the back of her neck, and with the other hand resting on her neckline, he half-forced her face upwards, looking at her cherry lips that had turned slightly red from his ravages, and covered them again, snatching away all her breath.
Qiao Ruoying opened her eyes, and slowly, her pupils lost focus.
Their vision was blurred, with light snow flying outside the car window. It was as if they were in a pixel-style game. In the game, there was an Audi A8, and in the Audi A8, a young couple was kissing intimately and shamelessly.
She heard herself begging for mercy softly, her voice as thin as a kitten's fur scratching its owner's palm.
"Ouch...don't bite it, or your mother will find out if it gets red."
Jiang Zong reluctantly let her go and said in a hoarse voice:
"Yingying is still mommy's good baby, why are you pretending to be so good, huh?"
There was a layer of shimmering mist in the girl's lychee eyes, which were reflected by the car lights, like two pools of clear amber, untainted by the world, so pure that one would want to fall into them.
The purer she was, the more it aroused the evil in him, making him want her to be tainted with his colors.
Jiang Zongye's Adam's apple rolled, his sharp eyes dark and deep, with an ink-like color in them. He slowly stroked her lips with his long fingers, gently rubbing his calluses, and whispered:
"Since we can't go here, then go somewhere else, huh?"
Somewhere else...
Where else could it be?
Before Qiao Ruoying could react, he had already taken off the back buckle. His rough fingertips with thin calluses moved back and forth on her slender snow-white back.
Suddenly, Qiao Ruoying felt as if something had broken free...
"don't want..."
She couldn't even say no, she was shy enough normally, not to mention this was in the car, in her hometown where she had her home, her mother, and her relatives and acquaintances.
But Jiang Zong didn't stop either. The lace shoulder strap loosened and was pulled out from underneath him, forming a ball in his palm.
He whispered something in her ear.
Qiao Ruoying was stunned for a long time before she realized that he was praising her for choosing such beautiful underwear and her fragrance. Oh, so embarrassing.
Why does this person say everything?
Before she could come to her senses, she saw his thick black hair, soft and smooth like crow feathers, and the smell of shampoo, a fresh mint scent that made her feel as if she was in a forest where the morning dew had just dissipated.
My scalp felt as if it had been struck by static electricity, and it felt numb in waves.
She had forgotten how much he liked her here and couldn't let go of it.
There are two red plum trees planted in the snow. A gust of wind and snow passed by, and the small flower buds were cherished. The two red plum trees are in full bloom, bright red, and the buds grow bigger and bloom.
A kitten-like sob escaped from Qiao Ruoying's throat, and her lips arched into a beautiful arc. She wanted to stop him, but at the same time, she was eager for him to continue.
But if this continues, there will be something left on her bottom...
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The author has something to say: Brother Jiang, what are you doing to my Xiaoying [question mark] Stop it now [scared] [question mark] [shut up]
Jiang Ge: Ask her if she is willing to stop.
Tonight is Mid-Autumn Festival! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone! What a coincidence! I just happened to write about Xiaoying and Lao Jiang's "reconciliation" today, but Lao Jiang still needs to work hard to win over his mother-in-law. I'm sending you all a little Mid-Autumn Festival red envelope tonight. I wish you all a happy reunion and good luck. Even if you're away from home, please take care of yourself.
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