Chapter 90 "Mrs. Jing, serve some snacks"
Jingzhuo is particularly annoying tonight.
With his brows lowered, his dark eyes were tinged with layers of desire for control.
Not only does he do it, he invites her to experience it with him.
"This is a new trick I learned. Don't you feel the shadow?"
Song Xi's face turned red when he heard this.
I don't want to answer his question.
But when she didn't say anything, he kept asking, trying to get her feedback.
"Yeah, there's progress."
Song Xi couldn't help it in the end and coaxed him to give feedback quickly.
Jing Zhuo looked down. Under the dim desk lamp, the woman's long hair was disheveled, the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes were red, and her sparkling eyes seemed to be dripping with tears.
He chuckled softly and pressed her head against his chest.
"I will... make further progress."
After the meal, the battlefield was extremely damp.
Song Xi collapsed on the bed, feeling uncomfortable no matter how he dodged.
The area is too big to sleep...
She glared angrily at the satiated man beside her, her thin eyebrows furrowed so tightly that they could crush him to death.
Jing Zhuo picked up the man guiltily, hung him on him, wrapped him in a blanket, then got out of bed, crossed the terrace, and went into the next room.
The man hugged her and lay down in the dry big bed together.
"It's clean here, go to sleep, baby."
——What a good separation of wet and dry areas.
Song Xi lay in the cedar-scented quilt, her consciousness hazy, still thinking:
"sheet……"
"I'll change it tomorrow."
"My little panties..."
"I'll wash it in a minute."
Let him wash it.
Song Xi was so tired that she didn't bother to be polite with him. She collapsed in the man's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
In the quiet late night, Jing Zhuo held her in one hand, and picked up his phone to send a message to Xie Qingcheng with a refreshed mind.
"Do you have any study materials left?"
"I'm done, let's try something new."
Xie Qingcheng: “…6”
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Early in the morning, Jing Zhuo got up quietly and walked back to Song Xi's room from the terrace.
I took her panties and put them in the dryer to disinfect them.
The sheets and duvet covers were changed again.
While Aunt Wang wasn't looking, he stuffed it into his special washing machine to wash it.
When Song Xi woke up, it was already noon.
She suddenly jumped up from the bed and looked at Jing Zhuo who was dressed neatly beside her: "Why didn't you call me earlier?"
Is it inappropriate to sleep so late at my husband's house for the first time?
Although I used to stay in bed, my status is different today.
She was still a little inexplicably reserved.
I want to maintain my perfect self-disciplined personality.
Jing Zhuo placed a cup of warm water on her bedside and saw through her thoughts.
"They're not at home, don't feel restrained, get up and have breakfast, then we'll go out and play."
Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
After all, we fought until midnight last night, and it felt awkward to run into an acquaintance downstairs.
"Where's He Ning?"
While eating, Song Xi asked this question out of habit.
"She's still sleeping," Aunt Wang said. "She's been tired from work lately, so she skips breakfast on weekends and sleeps until 3:30 in the afternoon."
Okay, okay, it turns out that after working for so long I become like a beast of burden.
Song Xi didn't disturb her sleep and finished breakfast with Jing Zhuo.
After finishing, Jing Zhuo waved at her with the car keys: "Let's go, date."
"Huh? Why do you have a date?"
Jing Zhuo put his hand on her shoulder and reminded her, "Have you forgotten the three rules again? I remember we have a date every week, Mrs. Jing, bring some snacks."
Song Xi remembered.
That’s true.
However, she was too busy before, so she combined the two conditions and made the appointment directly in bed, killing two birds with one stone.
Now it seems that we also need to make offline dates to cultivate relationships.
“…Okay.”
She followed Jing Zhuo out and got into his car.
May is the season when flowers bloom, with warm sunshine and gentle breeze, and the temperature is just right.
There is a botanical garden in this area of Beijing, which is very famous on the Internet. The scenery and flowers are just beautiful.
Song Xi wore a plain cotton and linen long skirt and a short coat. Her hair was tied low in a ponytail, revealing a fair and beautiful face.
Under the clusters of wisteria trees, she took out her cell phone and took pictures of Jing Zhuo.
The man was wearing a loose white casual suit, with short hair hanging slightly above his eyebrows, covering up his sharp temperament, and he looked like a handsome young man.
The more Song Xi looked, the more satisfied she became. As she lowered her head and flipped through the photos—
Jing Zhuo also turned on the camera and took a picture of her.
Passing by a large rose wall, Song Xi stopped, gently leaned over, and took a selfie with him.
“Crack.”
The moment the shutter was pressed, the man lowered his head and kissed her on the side of her cheek.
The wind blew gently, and the photo froze at this moment.
Song Xi's heart rose and fell slightly, and then rippled out in circles.
Good, the feelings are warming up and the heartbeat is speeding up.
She loved Jing Zhuo a little more.
Her ears were red as she tried to put away her phone, but Jing Zhuo grabbed her hand.
"Don't take a few more pictures?"
"Um?"
Song Xi was stunned and didn't react.
Jing Zhuo said quietly, "When I go out with Zhang Hening, I always post a nine-square grid. There are so many photos that I can't choose from them all. What about us?"
He asked, "Just one?"
Song Xi blinked: "Don't you dislike taking pictures?"
She said, "Your personal preferences say you don't like being on camera. You don't take photos unless necessary. Even for the silhouettes in financial interviews, you use a stand-in."
Song Xi felt that the boss had already given him a lot of face by taking those work photos for him last time.
"One person really doesn't like it very much."
Jing Zhuo put his arms around her neck, holding her in his arms, his handsome face pressed against hers as he looked at the camera.
"If I'm in the same frame with my wife, there's no limit."
"I can have as much as Zhang Hening has."
Why is he still comparing himself to his sister?
Song Xi couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, Mr. Jing, get ready. I'm going to start taking photos like a crazy person."
"Please enjoy yourself."
Song Xi held up the phone, adjusted the angle, put his head close to his, and took picture after picture.
Handsome men and beautiful women, their looks shine.
Song Xi didn't put away his phone until the album homepage filled the entire screen and changed several scenic spots.
After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Then I'll send it to you?"
"Um."
"Then should I post another circle of friends?"
"good."
Song Xi picked out some particularly stunning photos and sent them to Jing Zhuo. She also picked out a few pictures for herself, arranged them, and posted them in a nine-grid circle of friends.
Song Xi: "Summary of this week: a balance of work and rest"
After a while, the comment section exploded.
Ye Zi: "What the hell?? What did I find?? How come our company's overbearing major shareholder is in your center position?"
Song Xi: "My husband"
leaf:"??????"
Mishima boss Noriyuki: “???????”
Cousin Song Yuanyuan: “???????”
Lin Yan, who was fired: “???????”
Zhang Hening: "Haha."
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