Ding~ The elevator arrived at the 22nd floor. Ye Fanzhi walked out in her cheongsam with a slender waist and opened the door of room 2201.
Very calm, very natural, and very generous.
"Canwen, come in."
The last time Liang Canwen came, he stood at the door but didn't come in. This time he came in and closed the door.
Ye Fanzhi held the wall with one hand, bending her graceful body curves, especially her long legs, which were bent to hold the cheongsam. With the other hand, she took off her high heels, put them on the shoe cabinet, changed into a pair of slippers, picked up a new pair of men's slippers, bit off the plastic rope on the slippers with her teeth, and placed them at Liang Canwen's feet.
"I prepared a pair of new slippers for you yesterday."
Liang Canwen put on his slippers and walked into the house. The house was a three-bedroom apartment with light luxury decoration. The floor area was about 100 square meters and the property area was at least 120 square meters. It was in the JA district and was worth more than 10 million yuan.
“The house is quite big.”
"We were compensated with three houses for the demolition. How many houses did you compensate us for?"
"Three sets of the same, but... well, you know."
"It doesn't matter if it's tens of millions or hundreds of millions. It's meaningless to me. I can't sell it. If I sell it, I'll sleep on the street."
“That makes sense.”
Liang Canwen looked around and saw men's leather shoes on the shoe cabinet, men's clothes hanging on the balcony, and a men's suit on the sofa.
"Just as you thought, these belonged to my dead husband. I didn't touch his belongings after he died. However, there is nothing of his in my master bedroom. Mr. Liang, do you want to see the young widow's bedroom?"
"good."
Liang Canwen strode into the master bedroom. There was a faint fragrance in the room. There was a brand new big bed with the labels still on it. Next to it was a dressing table with a lot of cosmetics on it. There was also a cloakroom and the master bedroom bathroom inside. There was no trace of a man in the entire room.
"How about my room?" Ye Fanzhi hooked her arms around Liang Canwen's neck.
"Very nice, the bed is new."
Liang Canwen put his arms around her slender waist and approached her step by step, while Ye Fanzhi retreated to the bedside step by step.
"I also bought the bed yesterday. It's very soft."
"I don't believe it. I want to try to see if the mattress is really soft."
Liang Canwen moved closer, and Ye Fanzhi hugged Liang Canwen and fell back onto the soft bed.
"How is it? Is it soft?"
"It's very soft. I don't know if it will make any sound."
Ye Fanzhi was busy in the kitchen and didn't want Liang Canwen to go in to help. Liang Canwen came to the balcony, where the bottles and jars were filled with various flowers planted by Ye Fanzhi.
Women who like to grow flowers are people who can stand loneliness.
The sun sets and night falls.
Ye Fanzhi took off her apron, walked to the balcony and patted Liang Canwen who was sitting on a chair playing with his mobile phone.
"Canwen, it's time to eat."
"I'm getting hungry waiting."
Liang Canwen got up and went back to the restaurant. He saw several exquisite dishes placed on the long table with candles lit. It was supposed to be very romantic, but then he saw a cauliflower in the middle of the table?
"No, what are you doing with the whole cauliflower?" Liang Canwen said with a smile.
"How can we have a candlelight dinner without flowers? The flowers and plants on the balcony are not suitable because of the dirt. Let's use broccoli instead. Mr. Liang, please take a seat."
Ye Fanzhi pulled out a chair and made an inviting gesture.
Liang Canwen smiled and sat down. Ye Fanzhi turned off the light, sat down opposite him, and raised the red wine: "I am so tired from cooking so many dishes."
Liang Canwen raised his glass: "After dinner, I'll give you a massage to relax you."
Ye Fanzhi smiled affectionately: "Chelsea~"
The flickering candlelight creates a very romantic atmosphere.
The two of them ate and chatted in Shanghainese. They didn't talk about anything else, but "Where did you go to elementary school?", "Do you know someone in the grade of so-and-so?", etc.
They were from the same district but different schools, and then they talked about college and dating.
"How did you and your husband meet?" Liang Canwen asked casually.
"Don't mention the dead, just you and me, okay?"
With one hand hooking around his neck, he pulled up Liang Canwen's wine glass with the other hand and put it to his mouth.
Liang Canwen smiled and nodded, looking at the cheongsam beauty in his arms, feeling extremely lustful.
"Don't drink anymore. Getting drunk will only make things worse."
"That's right. Men who drink too much will cause trouble. Madam, I'll drink."
Ye Fanzhi held the wine glass in her mouth, tilted her head back, and the red wine flowed into her mouth from her fiery red lips.
He put down the wine glass, smiled wickedly, and suddenly kissed Liang Canwen on the mouth, very mischievously. The red wine overflowed from his mouth and dripped down their necks onto each other's clothes.
"Do you like kissing like this?" Ye Fanzhi asked while hooking her arms around Liang Canwen's neck.
"My wife is quite naughty. Her clothes are all wet with red wine."
"Then..." Ye Fanzhi leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Let's go... take a shower, you carry me."
I can’t stand it, I really can’t stand it. Young women understand men best.
Liang Canwen picked up Ye Fanzhi, walked into the master bedroom, came to the bathroom, put her in the bathtub, and turned on the hot water valve. But she did not let go and kept her hands on Liang Canwen's neck.
"Canwen, Madam, I have no strength left. I want you to help me unbutton my cheongsam."
After saying that, Ye Fanzhi took the initiative to kiss him again, and pulled Liang Canwen's hand down and placed it on the buttons of her cheongsam.
"Canwen, solve them one by one from here."
The wife who Wang Cheng mentioned as abstinent was now extremely horny.
at this time.
The old Cayenne turned and drove into the basement of the community.
"Is your wife pregnant?" Li Xingran asked on the phone.
"How could she be pregnant? My wife can't be pregnant. She must have asked casually about the lipstick I bought for her friend. Okay, okay, I'm done. I'm hanging up now. I have one last thing to say. You, Tony's ex-husband, stop asking for money every other day. Damn it!"
Wang Cheng hung up the phone, looking down on Tony, the poor loser with no money, from the bottom of his heart.
In the afternoon, Li Xingran and Ye Fanzhi met by chance at Dior. Wang Cheng was scared to death, but fortunately it was a false alarm, which meant that Ye Fanzhi didn't know about it. Wang Cheng was very happy.
As for pregnancy? Haha, he knows his wife well. Ye Fanzhi hasn't let Wang Cheng touch her for half a year, so how could she be pregnant?
In addition, Ye Fanzhi is an ascetic and not very interested in men, so it is impossible for her to get pregnant. After all, Ye Fanzhi thinks that a 5,000 yuan lipstick is a waste of money, so it must be a gift for a friend.
Before the car drove into his own parking space, Wang Cheng saw the Bentley Bentayga again.
"Yo! Fuck, fuck ...
Wang Cheng raised his head and looked around. The car was empty. He pursed his lips in disappointment and drove the car to a nearby parking space and parked it.
Wang Cheng looked at the car and saw that there was no phone number left, nor did he call 114 to ask the owner to move the car. If it was any other car, Wang Cheng would have called the owner to come down and move the car, but this was a Bentley, and the last time the owner came, they kissed passionately in the car, but this time there was no one in the car, which meant that he did it at the woman's house.
Wang Cheng didn't go to spoil the fun. He was a businessman. If he could get to know the owner of the Bentley, he would get to know another wealthy man in Shanghai. The bigger the circle, the easier it would be to do business.
If he hasn't left after work tomorrow, Wang Cheng will call him again and get to know him.
Wangcheng is a city of particular people.
"You and he are still in love~ I am already in tears"
Wang Cheng hummed a song casually as he entered the elevator and went home.
We have arrived at the 22nd floor.
The elevator door opened, I walked out, touched my bag, and found that I didn't have my keys.
Knock, knock, knock~ "Fanzhi, open the door."
This is my first time writing a book, and there are no comments. I'm so panicked. Is it because no one is reading it (crying with my hands covering my mouth)
(End of this chapter)