Chapter 46
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The kitchen was brightly lit, with flowers and red wine on the island.
Wang Zhi stood in front of the stove, wearing a loose white sweater, slim-fitting beige trousers, and a light pink floral apron wrapped around her body, which showed off her slender waist. She was tall and thin, as if she could not be held in one hand.
In the enamel pot on the fire hole, tomato beef brisket was boiling and emitting a rich aroma. Wang Zhi lowered his eyes and sprinkled spices into it very seriously.
He had heard Gao Bochong coming a long time ago, but to show his seriousness and concentration, he did not turn around. He just scooped a little soup with a serving spoon and pretended to mutter to himself, "I wonder if my husband likes this taste."
"Let me try it."
Gao Bo Chong behind him looked at him for a long time and finally spoke. Wang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be startled. His hands trembled and the soup almost spilled out.
Gao Bochong was startled by him and hurried forward, grabbed his wrist, took the spoon, and said coldly, "Why are you so careless?"
Very fierce.
Wang Zhi blinked: "You suddenly stood behind me and scared me."
His voice was very soft, as if he was frightened by Gao Bochong, and it was soft and sweet.
Gao Bochong was clearly frightened by him, but he still made him reflect on himself: "...I won't do it again next time."
Wang Zhi's eyes lit up as she turned her back to him. When she turned around, she looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. "Then...husband, do you want to try it again?"
"Hmm." Gao Bochong took a sip with a serious face, "It's a bit bland."
"Is there?" Wang Zhi came over and took a sip from his hand. "It seems like there is a little."
The fragrance on his body, mixed with the smell of food, blended into a unique scent of home.
Gao Bochong really wanted to pinch his face, and when he moved his hand, Wang Zhi had already left. He approached like a dragonfly skimming the water, and left as soon as he touched.
It's like seduction.
Gao Bochong looked at him coldly, feeling that Wang Zhi really underestimated him.
Don't think he doesn't know that Wang Zhi was angry with him and now wants to make amends.
You acted as if nothing had happened, not even mentioning what had just happened. Did you think you could be manipulated so easily?
Gao Bochong was about to speak when he heard Wang Zhi say, "Honey, can you get me a box of romaine lettuce from the refrigerator? I heard from the housekeeper that you like vegetable salad. I'll mix it for you."
……never mind.
He was younger than me, so it was normal for him to have a little temper. Now that he was willing to cook for me, why should I continue to argue with him? How was he any different from Gao Fengming?
Gao Bochong turned around, got some romaine lettuce, and offered, "Is there anything else I can do?"
Wang Zhi tilted her head to look at him, her shoulders and neck forming a beautiful, snow-white curve. The clavicle chain hanging from her neck shone brightly, swaying back and forth as if to entice someone to pull it. "Honey, if you're not busy, please help me dehydrate the salad."
Gao Bochong's gaze was involuntarily drawn to him. He stared at his neck for a while before saying, "Okay."
The kitchen became quiet, and the two of them were doing their own things. Wang Zhi secretly glanced at Gao Bochong and silently raised the corners of his lips.
Yay, the all-clear.
In fact, he regretted it when he was in the car.
How could I be angry with Gao Bochong?
When can employees turn their backs on their bosses?
A salary of three thousand is fine, but what if it’s a monthly salary of one million?
Wang Zhi regretted it so much that when he looked back on the way upstairs, he was hesitating whether to apologize to Gao Bocong on the spot.
But that would be too embarrassing, and would make me look too low.
Even if I am not as rich as Gao Bo Chong, I still have to pretend to be rich with some backbone!
So Wang Zhi still forced himself to go upstairs, and after washing and changing his clothes, he had already made a decision.
He wants to make dinner for Gao Bochong!
If I'm lucky, Gao Bo Chong might stop being angry while I'm cooking.
If you're unlucky, you can just risk it all at night. Be more proactive...
Of course, just cooking is not enough, so Wang Zhi deliberately dressed up, tied her apron tightly, and looked at Gao Bochong at a 45-degree side angle.
He is seducing^^
Now that Gao Bochong was no longer angry, Wang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly prepared the salad dressing, took the drained salad from Gao Bochong, poured it into a plate, stirred it, and served it on the table.
The tomato beef brisket in the pot gave off a wonderful aroma. Wang Zhi was just about to turn off the heat and serve it out when Gao Bochong said, "I'll do it."
The scene where Wang Zhi was almost scalded by the soup was still vivid in his mind, and Gao Bochong really didn't dare to let him come again. Wang Zhi was very obedient. After taking off her apron, she hugged Gao Bochong's waist from behind and said, "Thank you, husband. You are so nice."
This is nothing, it would be better if it were this way.
So satisfying.
Gao Bochong smiled slightly, put the beef brisket into the casserole and brought it to the table.
The Gao family used to use a long dining table, but now it has been replaced with a small round table, which looks a bit small and exquisite when placed in the spacious dining room.
Wang Zhi sweetly introduced: "I asked the housekeeper to change it. Honey, it's just the two of us having dinner, I don't want to be so far away from you."
Gao Bochong was initially a little upset by the imbalance, thinking it looked rather awkward to have such a small table in such a large restaurant. But after hearing what Wang Zhi said, his frown relaxed, and he said calmly, "Change it if you like. You'll be the master of this house from now on."
When Wang Zhi heard this, his eyes flashed and he smiled gently.
He wasn't really that picky, so what did the size of the table matter?
But having just returned to Gao's house today, he had to test his own freedom. If he couldn't even change tables, then he would just be a good wife and try to get enough money and leave as soon as possible.
However, what Gao Bochong said was obviously true, and he could indeed make his own decisions on these matters.
Wang Zhixin calmed down and picked up a piece of beef brisket for Gao Bochong: "Husband, eat it."
Gao Bochong also picked up a piece for him: "You eat too."
For some reason, Wang Zhi felt like laughing, the corners of his lips curled up, and he looked at Gao Bochong.
Gao Bochong asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Wang Zhi said: "It feels like playing house."
"Playing house?" Gao Bochong raised an eyebrow. "We are already husband and wife."
"It just feels so unreal." Wang Zhi looked at Gao Bochong and said with a smile, "I never thought that I would be able to marry you one day. Husband, I feel really happy now."
Talking sweet nothings again.
Gao Bochong believed that he had not given Wang Zhi anything yet, and he must have said this just to cheer himself up.
But after hearing these words, Gao Bochong still couldn't help feeling happy. Although he had been dismissive in the past, he couldn't help but smile now.
"Eating together makes you happy?"
…
Wang Zhi smiled.
It wasn't a real smile, she wanted to strangle Gao Bochong... No, she was scolding Gao Bochong for being unromantic.
But he still said: "I used to eat with the crew every day. When I wasn't filming, I was alone. Now that you are with me, of course I am happy..."
Wang Zhi paused. He was clearly trying to please Gao Bochong, but his tone was also somewhat sincere. "It's been a long time since someone has had a meal like this with me."
Dating Gao Fengming doesn’t count, that was his cautious attempt to please him, and having dinner with the crew doesn’t count, because everyone was just a casual acquaintance and would go their separate ways sooner or later.
Only now, this place is called "home", Gao Bochong is his husband and his family.
Even if it was just a flash in the pan, at least now he had a home again.
Wang Zhi smiled brightly and said, "If you don't have to work overtime in the future, can we have dinner together?"
Gao Bochong had originally planned to finish his work as early as possible and rush back to accompany him every day. Now hearing him say this, it seemed that they had a common goal: "Okay."
Wang Zhi was even happier, her eyebrows curved, and the dimples on her cheeks were as sweet as honey: "I knew it, my husband treats me the best."
Gao Bochong said: "It will get even better in the future."
Wang Zhi didn't believe it because he couldn't imagine how life could be any better.
But when Gao Bochong said this, he replied: "I believe you."
There was a glittering light in his eyes, as if the stars were falling.
After dinner, the two took a walk in the garden. It was already late autumn and all the flowers in the garden should have fallen, but the skillful gardener of the Gao family preserved the spring scenery, and various flowers bloomed out of season. Wang Zhi secretly picked up one and put it in the buttonhole of Gao Bocong's sleeve.
Gao Bochong raised his hand and smelled the lingering fragrance on his sleeves. He couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Why don't you wear it for yourself?"
Wang Zhi giggled and said coquettishly, "The sweater I'm wearing has no buttonholes."
Gao Bochong looked at him and suddenly kissed him: "You don't need to wear flowers, you smell good too."
Wang Zhi felt a little embarrassed by what he said, and he laughed softly, feeling a little relieved.
Fortunately, I didn't continue to quarrel with Gao Bo Chong, otherwise it would be so awkward for the two of us to get along.
In the evening, after Wang Zhi finished taking a bath and was drying his hair, Gao Bochong suddenly came in and said, "Let me help you dry your hair."
Wang Zhi only casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist. He felt a little embarrassed when he saw Gao Bo Chong, but when he thought about it, he had seen all kinds of looks of the two people, and Gao Bo Chong's serious expression made it seem that he was daydreaming every day.
Wang Zhi also pretended to be calm and handed over the hair dryer.
Amidst the humming sound of the wind, Wang Zhi's hair rustled between Gao Bochong's fingers. The slightly warm wind brushed against his skin, as if steaming up heat. Wang Zhi began to sweat. Gao Bochong suddenly said, "Zhizhi."
Wang Zhi said, "Hmm?" Gao Bochong said, "Don't talk like that again."
"What?"
Gao Bochong rubbed his head and said, "No matter what, you deserve it. Stop saying such self-deprecating words."
The sound of the wind stopped, but Wang Zhi could still hear the faint buzzing sound of the wind in his ears. He looked at Gao Bo Chong, and saw his gentle eyebrows under the light, which were no longer cold at all. After a while, he realized what Gao Bo Chong was saying.
That's what I said on the plane.
He said he was not worthy of using such a good car.
Wang Zhi originally thought that this matter had passed, but he didn't expect Gao Bochong to bring it up again. He pursed his lips, feeling a little awkward.
But their relationship was inherently unfair.
I was on the lighter side of the scale, so how could I take everything for granted like him?
He is not belittling himself, but life has taught him that holding one's head high is not everyone's right.
But Wang Zhi didn't want to argue anymore.
He nodded obediently: "Then I won't say anything."
Gao Bochong sensed that Wang Zhi's words didn't match his heart, but he didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward anymore, so he said, "We've been on the plane all day, let's get some rest early."
Gao Bochong put away the hair dryer, got a bathrobe for Wang Zhi to wrap around him, and then left the bathroom first.
Behind him, Wang Zhi's footsteps were somewhat intermittent. Gao Bochong was worried that he would catch a cold. Just as he was about to urge him to hurry up, he felt a body coming up from behind. The cold and soft skin pressed against his arm, and he whispered to him, "Husband..."
Gao Bochong asked: "How..."
A beautiful hand gently brushed across the chest from back to front.
The cold skin seemed like an alluring ghost, but the slender fingers were light and focused, as if at this moment, Gao Bochong was the most important.
Gao Bochong's breathing paused for a moment. For the first time in his life, he couldn't make a sound and could only subconsciously grab Wang Zhi's wrist.
The slender wrist was like a flexible rose branch, and the steady pulse on the wrist could be felt in the palm of his hand, which made Gao Bochong seem a little surprised at the moment.
"What's wrong, husband?" Wang Zhi's voice sounded sweetly, asking him, "Don't you like this?"
Gao Bochong did not answer, but took a deep breath, trying to calm down. But the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at Wang Zhi in shock.
In front of him, Wang Zhi was kneeling obediently on the ground, his bright red mouth slightly parted in a sweet smile. He seemed a little embarrassed, tilting his head, and after comparing the two, he said with a bit of distress, "I can't seem to eat any more."
But he still tried his best.
Gao Bochong took half a step back, leaned against the table, raised his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and grabbed Wang Zhi's hair with his big palms, as if he wanted to pull Wang Zhi away, but also as if he wanted to stuff everything in.
Wang Zhi's hair was stuck to his face and he resisted the urge to cough. The uncomfortable foreign body sensation made his eyes fill with tears, but he still looked serious with his eyes lowered.
He knelt on the ground with his head raised, revealing his pointed jaw and smooth back. His lines were as beautiful as a mermaid's, and his waist was slumped, so seductive that it was almost dissolute.
And his lips were bright red, red and moist, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was in distress.
Gao Bochong felt like he was going crazy.
Wang Zhi knelt before him obediently, docilely, gently and humbly.
This is the scene every man dreams of.
My beautiful lover, my wife for life, uses the most careful and great enthusiasm to try to satisfy me.
Her hair swayed slightly, and the tiny diamond on her clavicle gleamed like a clear, cold tear. Gao Bochong's fingers trembled slightly as he hooked the necklace and pulled Wang Zhi toward him.
Wang Zhi was caught off guard and choked, tears rolling down his cheeks, his cheek muscles aching. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand a little embarrassedly, trying to make himself cleaner, but it made him look even more messy.
Gao Bochong reached out, grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms, but Wang Zhi didn't say anything, just looked at Gao Bochong like that.
Gao Bochong's breathing gradually calmed down, and he kissed Wang Zhi: "Why aren't you talking?"
Wang Zhi then opened his mouth, revealing his bright red tongue tip and empty mouth.
"The smoke has gone down."
He said.
The fire was ignited again. There was no need for Prometheus to steal it. Just one word from Wang Zhi was enough to make it boil and burn.
There are two handprints on the window, thin and slender, and a single handprint next to it is particularly large.
Gao Bochong put one hand on Wang Zhi's waist and leaned on the window with the other hand, biting the back of Wang Zhi's neck fiercely.
Wang Zhi cried softly like a kitten being held in a mouth. He wanted to push Gao Bochong away, but he had to put his hands on the window to keep his balance.
His hand slid down slightly, leaving a scratch on the crystal-clear window. Outside the window, the Gao family manor was bright and dazzling, and the gardener could be vaguely seen moving around in the flower garden.
Wang Zhisheng had an illusion. Although he knew that they were very far away, he was still afraid that others would see the two figures overlapping and entangled by the window as soon as they looked up.
Wang Zhi's eyes were blank and he was trembling slightly with nervousness.
Gao Bochong bit him again and heard him scream briefly: "Baby, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm wondering...I'm wondering if I'll be seen..."
"So what if I was seen?"
Gao Bo Chong clamped his chin and forced him to turn his head. The two kissed. Gao Bo Chong bit Wang Zhi's tongue, took his rosy little tongue out of his mouth, and exposed it tremblingly in the air.
Their tongues intertwined, and Wang Zhi saw the bright red spot from the corner of his eye, and felt the saliva dripping uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth. He felt extremely ashamed for a moment, and his whole body tensed up.
Gao Bochong groaned, taking a deep breath to avoid making a fool of himself. He couldn't help but pat Wang Zhi's cheek and said jokingly, "You're so impatient."
The palm prints changed positions on the window, bumping and leaving sweaty patterns. Wang Zhi could not see the flower beds and gardeners outside the window. His beautiful eyes lost focus and he could only see a bright light, like a cosmic explosion, exploding in his mind.
He collapsed limply into Gao Bochong's arms. The sweat from their bodies intertwined, their pulses connected, and their destinies linked.
Gao Bochong kissed him patiently until his heart in his thin chest no longer seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest, and then he continued.
The roses bloomed all night, the night wind was cold, but the skin I embraced was hot.
In the end, Gao Bochong was only reluctantly satisfied. Even though he still had strength left, he stopped considerately when he saw that Wang Zhi was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.
The two hugged each other tightly, and Wang Zhi put his ear to Gao Bochong's chest to feel the sound of his heartbeat.
Gao Bochong kissed his forehead: "Baby, why are you so proactive today?"
Wang Zhi murmured twice, grabbed his fingers, and hummed in dissatisfaction, "You don't like it?"
"I like it." Gao Bochong chuckled, "I love it to death."
This was their first word of love.
But at this time.
Wang Zhi couldn't help but smile softly. He responded sweetly, "That's good."
He was so tired that he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. But in the gap between sleep and wakefulness, Wang Zhi couldn't help thinking.
Gao Bochong told him not to belittle himself, but in his heart he just wanted to have sex with him.
But just talking.
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The alarm clock rang a few times, and Wang Zhi buried his head in the quilt. He felt Gao Bochong pressing the alarm clock beside him and kissing him on the cheek: "Baby, it's time to get up."
Wang Zhi was still sleepy, mumbling something and snuggling into Gao Bochong's arms again.
He was very thin, frail and fragrant, leaning softly in my arms, like an expensive and exquisite beautiful doll.
Gao Bochong couldn't help but hug him tightly, feeling a little moved.
At the same time, Wang Zhi was frightened and opened his eyes suddenly.
Is Gao Bochong a superman?!
They didn't go to bed until after 4pm last night! How could he... again?!
Wang Zhi couldn't understand, so he decided not to stay in bed any longer. He swiftly got out of Gao Bochong's arms, jumped out of bed, and immediately ran to the bathroom: "Good morning, honey! I need to go wash up, otherwise I'll be late for the crew!"
If Gao Bo Chong really held me down, I wouldn’t have to go to the crew today!
Gao Bochong: ...
His arms felt empty, and Gao Bochong moved his fingers with some regret, as if he could still feel the elastic and plump touch of Wang Zhi's buttocks.
After washing up in another bathroom, he went downstairs and told the housekeeper, "Send a car for Madam to pick her up from now on."
The housekeeper responded, "Today is the first time Madam is going out to work after her marriage. I have prepared some gifts and will send them to the crew later."
Gao Bochong had always been satisfied with the butler, and he smiled slightly when he heard the words: "Just do as you say."
The housekeeper smiled and said: "..."
"Master hasn't laughed like this in a long time."
Wang Zhi passed by and couldn't help but dub.
The housekeeper and Gao Bochong looked over together. Wang Zhi stuck out her tongue and said obediently, "Good morning, husband. Good morning, Uncle Zhang."
The housekeeper smiled and said, "Good morning, ma'am."
The butler was dressed in a suit and tie, with his white hair combed meticulously, looking gentle and refined.
Wang Zhi glanced at him and thought with satisfaction, this is part of the life of a wealthy family, a classic butler and master, and he has finally succeeded in joining the wealthy family!
Gao Bochong next to him suddenly reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth. Wang Zhi subconsciously licked it, and the tip of his tongue brushed across Gao Bochong's fingers, bringing a warm touch.
Wang Zhi was completely unaware and said embarrassedly, "Toothpaste foam? I didn't see it when I looked in the mirror just now."
Gao Bochong twirled his fingers and smiled: "Nothing. Let's eat first."
After dinner, Wang Zhixian stood up, kissed Gao Bochong, and ran away briskly: "Goodbye, husband."
Gao Bochong was in a very good mood: "Goodbye."
The air outside the house was fresh and the fragrance of flowers was floating in the air. Wang Zhi took a deep breath of the rich family's money and saw Gao Bochong's iconic Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly approaching.
He thought that this person was here to pick up Gao Bochong, so he moved aside and couldn't help feeling a little curious.
Which car will you take today?
Rolls-Royce Phantom is too expensive, Bentley is also okay.
But the car had already stopped in front of him. The golden flying goddess on the front of the car was spotless. The driver trotted out of the car, wearing snow-white gloves, and opened the door for Wang Zhilai: "Madam, I will be your exclusive driver from now on. My last name is Zhou, you can just call me Xiao Zhou."
Wang Zhi couldn't help but exclaim "Wow".
The driver thought he had something to say and looked at him.
Wang Zhi quickly waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay."
He just felt that it was like a plot on TV.
I also have a full-time driver.
Sitting in the car, Wang Zhi thought happily that even the first car was a Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Shaking your butt is so helpful!
Although he was a bit tired, Gao Bochong's skills were getting better and better. At first, he wanted to kill himself physically, but now, killing himself was on another level...
Thinking of the subtle feeling of losing consciousness last night, Wang Zhi's eyes became a little vague.
Fortunately, the car had already arrived at the crew, and the driver helped Wang Zhi get out of the car with the gifts to be distributed.
Wang Zhi refused, feeling that it was a bit ostentatious to bring a driver to the crew, but Xiao Zhou refused to agree to let him take the gift himself, saying that he would be doomed if the housekeeper found out.
...Working people should not make things difficult for working people.
Wang Zhi finally compromised, but the bottom line was that he also took a part.
He had already called off his vacation with the director last night and gave him a gift: "Director, I'm back."
The director jokingly said, "Xiao Wang, you really look so cheerful when something good happens to you."
Wang Zhi felt embarrassed, so he exchanged a few words with the director and went back to distribute the gifts. The crew members had always been very nice to him, and now it was even nicer to an exaggerated degree. Wang Zhi felt like he was a heartthrob, loved by everyone, and he was a spring breeze wherever he went.
Of course, he wouldn't be so narcissistic as to think that everyone really loves him that much.
These are all Gao Bochong's halo, and I just benefited from it.
That's not bad either.
Wang Zhi was very happy and thought that this was all the result of his hard work.
Otherwise, why do we say that labor is the most glorious?
Wang Zhi made an appointment with the crew to have dinner together in two days. He was in high spirits while filming. It had been such a long time since he last acted. Although he had rehearsed in advance, he was still worried that he would not be able to get into the state. Unexpectedly, he acted very smoothly, especially when he played the arrogant and domineering state of the young master. He was like a fish in water.
Even Leng Nayan, who had been silent the entire time, couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Wang, did you secretly practice during your honeymoon?"
…
Actually, it was because he brought Xiao Zhou in.
The feeling of the young master oppressing the workers suddenly came to life.
Wang Zhigao smiled inscrutablely and replied using the director's words: "Maybe it's because people are in a good mood when they are happy."
Leng Neyan: ...
Damn, I’m so jealous!
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