Chapter 63
Everyone had a great time that night and took lots of photos. On the way to the elevator in the parking lot, Wen Zhenni picked out a photo and sent it to Ciheng: "Let me show you my look tonight. Does it look good?"
Although it was the most common face-supporting photo, the overall atmosphere was very sweet and she liked it very much.
Ciheng replied with one word: [Hmm]
It couldn't be simpler, which was in line with his style of being perfunctory but not wanting to be impolite.
Wen Zhenni typed a line of words, then deleted it after feeling it wasn't good enough.
Just before getting on the bus, Chengzi suddenly bumped into her arm, staring at one spot and yelling, "Sister, sister... look over there!"
Wen Zhenni looked over and saw Ciheng standing next to a Rolls-Royce.
He didn't make any unnecessary movements, simply standing there casually, his whole body exuding an indescribable calmness. Following Chengzi's exclamation, his gaze swept over, and when it landed on Wen Zhenni, the corners of his lips curled up.
This person, he clearly saw it all, but he still stood there pretending to be deep...
Wen Zhenni complained in her heart, but she quickened her pace.
She was walking a little too fast, and as she neared him, her high heels flew off again. She stumbled, and before falling, she fell dizzily into Ciheng's arms.
"Honey, I almost fell just now." Wen Zhenni leaned in his arms, patting her heart with lingering fear, and deliberately raised her voice to act coquettishly in his arms.
The man grabbed her shoulders and coughed deliberately, "Stand still when talking."
Wen Zhenni turned around and saw a well-dressed stranger a few steps away.
The other person had a polite yet awkward smile on his face: "Hello."
"!"What did she just do?
Wen Zhenni's smile froze, and her face flushed instantly. Could she selectively lose her memory?
She wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide. She wanted to walk away, but her shoes were still a meter away. She couldn't possibly hop around to find them, could she? So she could only maintain her original position, her limbs stiffly nestled in Ciheng's arms.
"Hello." Wen Zhenni responded with a stiff upper lip. She had already lost face, so she couldn't lose her manners anymore.
At this point, Ciheng could only nod apologetically and say, "Sorry, it's my wife. She's just like that, cheerful and lively."
The other party nodded in understanding: "I understand, I understand."
Ciheng was definitely embarrassed, but he was used to all kinds of situations, so this little incident was nothing to him.
The man was probably a business client and didn't care too much about such a trivial matter. He exchanged a few polite pleasantries and then tactfully left.
[Miaomiao, I lost something big today.]
Although the little incident had passed, Wen Zhenni kept thinking about it in her heart. She was depressed all the way. When she returned to the apartment, she didn't even change her clothes. She threw herself on the bed and complained to Xi Miao.
Xi Miao: [Wow! How big is it? Tell me about it.]
When she told him about the embarrassing incident, Xi Miao laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, you made a big mistake... But looking at it from another perspective, you also left an unforgettable impression on others."
Wen Zhenni: [Are you trying to comfort me?! [Image: pinching the neck and shaking.jpg]
Xi Miao finally stopped laughing and replied seriously: "The day after tomorrow is your wedding anniversary, don't be unhappy. I've sent a surprise to your house, go check the cabinet at the entrance."
What surprise?
Wen Zhenni's mind was a little stuck, and she was still trying to recall what the surprise was, when Ciheng walked in holding a tightly sealed box.
"There seems to be a package for you. Do you want to open it?" Seeing that she didn't respond, he pretended to open it and tear off the tape.
Wen Zhenni suddenly realized what that thing was and jumped up from the bed. "It's my stuff, don't open it."
Her face flushed as she snatched the express box, not daring to look at Ciheng's expression, and she fled to another room without looking back.
Leaning against the door, Wen Zhenni felt that the thing in her hand was a red-hot iron, burning her whole body.
She couldn't throw it away, nor could she tear it apart. Holding the hot potato in her hand, she struggled with her thoughts for a while before finally tearing off the layers of tightly wrapped tape.
Inside the box was a large black non-woven bag. When she saw the small item made of very little fabric inside, her face turned red as if it was about to bleed.
He grabbed the phone and started accusing Xi Miao of having bad intentions.
Xi Miao knew her too well: [You weren't hiding to watch, were you? ]
[Hey, this is just a case of trying to cover up one's own guilt.]
Wen Zhenni didn't want to talk to her: [I'm breaking up with you for now tonight.]
After replying the message, she ignored the other party, patted her blushing face, ran into the cloakroom with the hot potato in her arms, and stuffed the things into a secret place.
"What are you hiding?"
Ciheng's sudden appearance startled her.
Wen Zhenni stroked her pounding chest and swallowed her saliva: "No, nothing, I'm just looking for clothes to wear tomorrow."
Ci Heng narrowed his eyes, not believing it at all: "Is this a surprise from Xi Miao?"
Sometimes people are too smart, which really makes people helpless. Wen Zhenni wanted to lie, but her mind was blank and she couldn't find a perfect excuse at all.
She clenched her fingers and lowered her head like an ostrich, not daring to look at him. "Can you just pretend you don't know?"
"No." Ciheng refused firmly, standing in front of her, touching the red tip of her ear with his fingers and stroking the delicate skin.
His voice sank, his breath brushing against her neck as he whispered in her ear, "Didn't I tell you in Taraf? I'm looking forward to it."
Wen Zhenni was almost forced into a corner by him, with her chest blocking her way and the built-in wardrobe behind her. There was no place to escape, but he was still pressing forward.
Wen Zhenni wanted to cry: "Actually, there's nothing to look forward to."
He's such a serious person, he does the same things over and over again, so I don't think he would do anything too out of the ordinary.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Ci Heng grabbed her waist and pressed her against the wardrobe, "Warm up."
His warm hands grasped her fingers that were resting against her chest, guided her fingertips, unbuttoned her shirt, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Try it on."
He was well aware of the attraction of his body to her, and when only the last two buttons were left, he stopped decisively, held her palm, and reached inside, covering the vast territory.
Starting from the collarbone, moving down inch by inch, with your fingertips sinking into the flexible texture, you will realize how authoritative beautiful muscles are. No matter whether you are a man or a woman, you cannot resist such temptation.
The two of them were so close that they could feel each other's body temperature and the ups and downs of each other's bodies.
He shook out two pieces of fabric, a few thin strips of white silk, two small triangles. Not only could they not cover it, but if you weren't careful...
When Wen Zhenni was coaxed into putting it on, she felt the fire in her heart burning all the way to her toes.
Although we didn't reach the final step, we still had a great time.
But the accounts must be settled.
The first thing Wen Zhenni did when she woke up was to give up her good qualities and scold Xi Miao.
Xi Miao: [From what you said, the effect is good. Take a picture to see how intense the battle is. I actually got scolded by Little Sun and wrote a short essay.]
How could Wen Zhenni possibly show it to her: [Goodbye, let’s continue to break up.]
It was too late to get up, so she planned to change her clothes and go out to find food.
The clothes that the costume designer matched for her were too formal, so she didn't like them. In the end, she searched through the closet herself and found a strapless puffy skirt that she had never worn before.
The skirt is beige with square neckline and flared sleeves. The small floral pattern is refreshing and the length is thigh-length. This was my favorite style when I first debuted.
She put on a pair of crystal stiletto heels and turned around in front of the mirror.
When I saw the blatant red mark on my neck, I was stunned for a few seconds.
This bastard doesn't care about her image at all.
Wen Zhenni sent a WeChat message: [Are you born in the Year of the Dog? How am I supposed to go out and meet people?]
The entire company is extremely busy with the resort project. Ciheng went to inspect the work at the branch early this morning and just returned to the group headquarters after attending a meeting of middle and senior management.
Because of problems in the management of the branch, the middle-level managers were lip-service and shirking responsibility. He was filled with anger. He only glanced at the message on his phone and found it was a WeChat message from Wen Zhenni. His expression, which had been gloomy all day, finally eased a little.
【Take a picture and show it to me.】
The other party quickly took two pictures and sent them over: [The evidence is irrefutable, don't try to deny it.]
There were two red marks above the slender collarbone, which looked very obvious.
Ciheng was silent for a few seconds, then called her directly: "It's not here, we need to go down and reshoot."
The man's magnetic voice flowed into his ears through the receiver.
Wen Zhenni scolded him: "You hooligan."
Ci Heng raised an eyebrow and looked at his watch: "I'll be home in three hours."
Lu Fangyang was reminding him that he had a meeting. He hummed and lowered his voice: "I enjoyed it last night. Let's keep going tonight."
Who cares whether he likes it or not? Wen Zhenni snorted: "I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going out."
I had lunch first, and since I still had some time left, I went for a full body spa and then went back to Zhangyuan.
Ciheng got off work early today and arrived home around five o'clock.
The couple and the old lady had dinner before packing up and leaving.
The two-hour journey was a bit boring, so Wen Zhenni played some songs along the way and fell asleep to the sound of the songs.
She thought it didn't matter whether she saw fireflies or not, she just chose the mountaintop villa at random because she couldn't think of anywhere else to go.
But when I woke up and saw the twinkling fireflies, I still found it incredible.
"There really are fireflies." She leaned in front of the car window, her eyes shining.
"It's normal. They live in humid and watery places. This month is their last active period." Ciheng rolled down the car window, and one or two of them floated into the car.
Wen Zhenni grabbed one, placed it in her palm, and observed it closely, and she found that the light came from the belly.
“So beautiful.”
There is a villa next to it, and the car has been parked silently in the night for a while.
I was attracted by the twinkling fireflies and was fascinated by them.
Ciheng did not disturb her childishness. She pushed the door and got out of the car, taking their suitcases out of the trunk.
After carrying the things back to the room, Wen Zhenni was still standing outside taking pictures of fireflies, and it seemed like she didn't want to go back into the house.
He went to the drawer in the living room to find a mugwort stick, lit one in the porch, held it between his fingertips, rested his forearm on the white railing, and watched her walk around, swatting those useless flying insects.
But... the beige puffy skirt is quite pretty. When she wears it, she looks like a night-blooming cereus, so white that it dazzles the eyes.
Seeing this made his throat itchy and some unethical thoughts flashed through his mind.
He shook off the ash and cleared his throat. "The mosquitoes here are very poisonous. Be careful or they'll eat you to the bone."
Wen Zhenni was immersed in her own world. After hearing what he said, she noticed that there were many bumps on her legs that were bitten.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" she complained.
"I'm telling you now." Ciheng smiled as he watched her run back to the corridor in embarrassment in her high heels.
When passing by him, Wen Zhenni glared at him in revenge: "You smoke tonight, don't get close to me."
"Whoever smokes has eyes that are on top of their head."
The smile in Ciheng's eyes deepened. He extinguished the mugwort stick until the smell on his body dissipated, then turned around and went back to the house.
There is nothing else to do at night. I am tired of playing with my phone and it is boring. There is nothing else to do except sleeping.
The bed was right next to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looking out onto the lush scenery, it was hard to see clearly at night, with only fireflies filling the sky.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Ci Heng came in with steam on her body. When their skin touched, Wen Zhenni immediately realized something was wrong, "You're not wearing any clothes."
"If you don't want to wear it, then don't wear it." The man ignored her, opened the summer quilt that wrapped her tightly, and hugged her into his arms forcefully.
He sucked her neck with his lips: "Wear today's dress tomorrow."
Wen Zhenni didn't quite understand: "Why?"
"Because it's beautiful." Because there are indescribable things gushing out in my mind, and I want to put them into practice.
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