Chapter 112 Mr. Jing, have you become a Buddhist in the Beijing circle?
When he finally left Tangquan Institute, Song Xi didn't dare to say goodbye to his friends.
I sent a private WeChat message to Mingcan and left.
The club provides overnight services, but the bed at home is definitely more comfortable. Song Xiqian is very particular about her bed and wants to sleep in a comfortable bed with her familiar husband.
When I got home, it was already past 12 o'clock.
Song Xi changed into silk pajamas and lay on the silk sheets. She felt so smooth that she could slide on the bed.
The bath scrubbing culture in the north is... kind of cool.
Sorry, I'm a little drunk.
There was the sound of a drawer opening next to her, and then a bag of small umbrellas fell beside her pillow.
Song Xi raised her eyes to look at the shirtless man with well-defined muscles who had just climbed onto the bed.
"Want to do the questions again?"
"No, cooking today."
Song Xi hesitated a little: "But I just took a bath today, my body is clean... It's suitable for sleeping."
Jing Zhuo: "This is a better time to cook. It will be doubly comfortable."
"Really?"
"Let me touch your abdominal muscles." Jing Zhuo said, "They're very smooth, would you like to try it?"
"Okay."
Song Xi stretched out his evil hand.
It feels really good and is an ultimate enjoyment.
Song Xi was in a daze, thinking of the "experience" Mingcan had told her.
She bent her waist a little.
Jing Zhuo suddenly gasped, stared at her in the dark, and sweat broke out.
The reaction was huge.
It seems that what Mingcan said is really useful.
Song Xi held his breath and tried again...
“!!!”
The man grabbed her waist, holding her in his hands so that she couldn't move. He lowered his eyes to look at her, his dark eyes seemed to be stained with ink, deep and gloomy.
"Who taught you to do that?"
Song Xi blinked: "I went to school to study the materials."
She showed off a few more moves.
Jing Zhuo: "Don't move——"
His voice was low and helpless: "If you move, I will lose control."
ah……
It turns out that time can be controlled in this way.
Then she understood.
Song Xi: Try again——
Keep trying.
What a useful trick.
Finally, the man took a deep breath helplessly and turned off the fire with that deep breath.
This is the first time in history.
first.
The quickest meal ever.
“…”
Jing Zhuo grabbed his wife's waist, feeling suffocated.
Thank you, Qing, Cheng!
He dared to let someone lead his innocent wife astray.
Just wait for me!
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After that, Song Xi was busy for a while and soon got engaged.
In Suzhou, before a girl gets engaged, she can go to a temple to worship Buddha and pray for a happy, harmonious and peaceful marriage.
A week before their engagement, Song Xi went to Faxi Temple with Zhang Hening.
The temple is in Hangzhou and is quite famous.
Many netizens on Xiaoheishu come here to seek marriage or pray for peace and success.
After making some plans, Song Xi and He Ning flew directly to Hangzhou and arrived here.
What meets the eye are lush green trees with strings of red lanterns hanging on them. The whole temple is quiet and peaceful, and the melodious and calming chanting sounds.
Zhang Hening held the incense and candles and muttered to himself.
"Buddha, may you be well and may you grant me a good marriage."
"I don't have high requirements. I hope the man is a gentle, good-looking, stable, wealthy, capable, and morally upright young man."
Song Xi lit the incense and candles and stood in the center of the empty incense burner.
Looking at the Buddhist temples around him from afar, he slowly withdrew his gaze, stared at Zhang Hening who was muttering in a daze, and then looked at the sparkling wedding ring on his ring finger.
She smiled with her lips pursed and closed her eyes.
"I wish my family peace and health, I wish the years to be peaceful, and I wish I never forget my original aspiration."
After burning incense, the two of them walked around the temple.
When passing by the glass counter, Song Xi stopped and looked at the various bracelets inside.
These are blessed and bless you with peace and health.
The ebony beads have a large ring size, which is very suitable for Jingzhuo's wrist.
Song Xi asked the staff to help her take it out and observe it carefully.
"Look at this string of beads, isn't it very suitable for your brother?"
Zhang Hening said sadly, "Before, when you went to worship Buddha, you only asked for a bracelet for me. Now you have one more and you don't care whether I live or die."
Song Xi glanced at her.
"Before, when you went to pray to Buddha, you would always wish us prosperity. Now, all you can think about is your younger brother, and you don't even mention my name."
Zhang Hening: "Okay."
truce.
The eldest brother doesn’t talk about the second brother.
Finally, based on the principle of "since we're already here", the two of them devoutly "asked" for a lot of things.
Bracelet, amulet, peace amulet, eighteen seeds.
I brought one for my grandparents.
When she returned home in the evening and waited for Jing Zhuo to get off work, Song Xi took out the ebony bracelet from the box and gave it to him.
"Look, this is what I prayed for you. It's for your safety and health. It's been blessed. The Faxi Temple is very effective."
Jing Zhuo lowered his head and saw a string of low-key black beads between the distinct wrist bones.
Just the right size.
It fits his wrist perfectly.
"You asked for it specifically for me?"
Song Xi nodded: "Yes, it's lying quietly in the glass cabinet. I fell in love with it at first sight. What do you think? Do I have good taste?"
Song Xi introduced it to him: "This is made of ebony wood. You can play with it when you have nothing to do to relieve stress."
Jing Zhuo looked at the bracelet and asked suddenly.
"Am I the only one who has it?"
"yes."
"Is Zhang Hexing there?"
Song Xi: "...Why would I ask for a consecrated bracelet for him? He's not my husband, how presumptuous."
Hearing this, Jing Zhuo felt refreshed.
"It looks great. I like it very much. My wife is so nice."
Song Xi smiled with her face tilted up, then rolled up her sleeves and stretched out her white wrists in front of him.
"Look, I have one too, the same style as yours."
"Let's wear it together and accept the Buddha's protection together."
Jing Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and an unknown feeling flowed through his blood vessels.
Hot, scalding.
He had seen Zhang Hening post twice on her Moments. She and her best friend went to a temple, and they both wore the same blessed bracelet and showed off in the photos.
Bright and happy.
Jing Zhuo held his wife's hand, interlocked their fingers, one big and one small, and took a photo seriously.
"Why are you taking this picture?" Song Xi was puzzled.
"Post it on WeChat Moments."
“…”
The next day, Jingzhuo took off his watch and went to work wearing the bracelet his wife had specially given him.
During the meeting, I thought of what Song Xi said.
When you have nothing to do, you can play with it...
So during the entire meeting, several senior executives saw Mr. Jing staring intently at the screen while twisting a string of black beads.
At the end of the meeting, Chen Feng came in to deliver documents.
Seeing the ebony beads he was playing with, I said something quickly.
"Haha, Mr. Jing, have you become a Buddhist disciple in the Beijing circle?"
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