Chapter 72 Damn, I want to kiss you.

The next day, when Meng Zhiyi got up early and was exercising on the terrace, he saw Shen Que walking towards him with something in his hand.

After a while, he came to the bottom of the terrace and looked up at the girl who was skipping rope.

In the morning light, her fair skin seemed to glow, and her ponytail fluttered as she danced. She was slender but not weak, and instead had a sense of strength.

This scene was very familiar to him. A similar image flashed through his mind vaguely, so fast that he couldn't catch it in time.

Shen Que was so fascinated by the scene that he didn't even notice it until Meng Zhiyi came over to the fence and called him.

"What are you doing standing there?"

He came back to his senses, waved the bag in his hand, and said, "There is a party tonight, this is the dress for you."

Meng Zhiyi frowned, stretched out her hand and hooked her finger at him: "Come up."

Shen Que was silent for a moment, but finally took a detour and came to Meng Zhiyi's room.

"What kind of party is this? I have to wear a dress?" Meng Zhiyi took the bag from his hand and asked curiously.

Shen Que stood at the entrance, his eyes slightly lowered, and he was content not to look around the room.

Hearing her question, he explained, "It's just an ordinary party, but the people who come are all wealthy businessmen."

"..." After hearing this, Meng Zhiyi gave him an awkward smile.

[All the people here are wealthy businessmen, is this normal? ]

[This kind of situation is the time to develop personal connections. It's time for Shen Que to take over the company. Is this the reason for coming here?]

[Tsk, he really dares to take me with him, isn't he afraid that I will ruin his plan? ]

Meng Zhiyi was holding the dress he had sent her and trying it on herself, while muttering to herself.

Shen Que listened to the whole thing. He didn't think about this problem at first. He just thought that since he had decided to fulfill his engagement with Meng Zhiyi, he should naturally take her to more occasions like this.

After all, she will be the young lady of the Shen family in the future, so she will inevitably go to such occasions frequently.

Hearing her mumbling now, Shen Que also felt that he should avoid it.

Even though he was not worried that Meng Zhiyi would disrupt his plans.

"Can we discuss something?" Shen Que took a step forward and asked in a low voice.

Meng Zhiyi was still studying whether the diamonds on her skirt were real. Without even looking up, she asked, "What do you want to discuss?"

Shen Que's dark eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him. He smiled as he listened to her muttering in her heart whether those diamonds could be sold for money.

"Just be patient tonight and don't cause any trouble. You can do whatever you want with this dress after the party."

Meng Zhiyi tilted her head and squinted at Shen Que when she heard him say, "The diamonds on the skirt can probably be sold for 600,000 or 700,000. The skirt is a unique piece by a famous foreign designer. If it is sold, it should be around 3 million."

Meng Zhiyi: “…”

She looked at the skirt in her hands with some suspicion.

[What kind of designer is this? A torn skirt costs 3 million? ]

[This style is also very ordinary, how can it be worth so much money? ]

"That designer once served the royal family and passed away two years ago. This is his posthumous work," Shen Que explained nonchalantly.

Meng Zhiyi's eyes twitched slightly: "Posthumous work?"

[Isn't this the kind of thing that is worn once and then sold to the next person? ]

[Eh…]

She doesn’t want to wear clothes that have been worn by others…

Just when Meng Zhi was struggling over whether to directly refuse Shen Que's invitation to the party, she heard him say, "This skirt has not been put up for auction since it was designed because grandma decided on it a long time ago."

Meng Zhiyi: "Why would grandma want to order such a skirt?"

This time Shen Que did not answer immediately. Instead, he stared at her for a few seconds before speaking: "Because you told grandma before that you wanted the work of that designer."

"Ah?" Meng Zhiyi was stunned.

【Did I say that? Did I say that?】

[No, that person said that...]

[This is strange. What kind of magic potion did that person give to Old Madam Shen that made her like her so much? ]

"It seems you forgot it yourself. After all, you just mentioned it casually at that time."

Shen Que took the initiative to find a step down for her.

"That should be the case. You know, sometimes I really don't keep my word." Meng Zhiyi laughed.

"..." Shen Que was helpless.

How can breaking one's promise be used in this way?

"Okay, this is not important, let's get back to the topic." Meng Zhi was afraid that something would be exposed if he continued, so he quickly stopped the topic.

"Were you trying to bribe me again?" She put her skirt down, turned around, climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged.

Shen Que did not deny it this time and nodded directly: "Yes, I will buy you off."

Meng Zhiyi tilted her head, smiling: "Song Wei will go too? So you're afraid that I'll clash with her at the party and embarrass you?"

"No, it has nothing to do with her." Shen Que shook his head.

He was mainly afraid that Meng Zhiyi would still be thinking about her mission, which would catch him off guard.

Hearing this, Meng Zhiyi looked as if to say, "Let me think about it."

Shen Que was not in a hurry and just stood there waiting quietly.

Seeing him standing there like he was being punished, Meng Zhiyi couldn't help but laugh, then patted the seat beside him and said, "Why are you standing so far away? Come and sit down."

Although we usually do things like holding hands, hugging each other's waists, etc.

But when the two of them were alone in a closed space, Shen Que still remained aloof in his nature.

He looked at the position beside Meng Zhiyi, his legs still motionless.

Meng Zhiyi raised her eyebrows and was about to tease him when a ring interrupted her plan.

"What's the matter?" Shen Que answered the phone.

Not knowing what was said, Meng Zhiyi clearly noticed that the expression on Shen Que's face changed.

When he looked at her, she smiled at him.

The call was very short. After Shen Que hung up the phone, he became a little nervous.

But he said nothing and appeared normal.

Meng Zhiyi was a little curious about what was said on the phone just now, and his thoughts raced.

"Well, since you paid me, I won't do anything tonight."

Hearing her answer, Shen Que breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially after receiving the call just now, he was even more worried that Meng Zhiyi would not agree.

"Of course, if someone provokes you, don't be patient, do whatever you want, I will cover you."

Meng Zhiyi looked at Shen Que with some surprise. She didn't expect him to say that.

She smiled secretly, her eyes full of interest.

I already have the urge to truly understand the person in front of me.

In the evening, Shen Que came early to pick up Meng Zhiyi and took her to the banquet hall.

Outside the bathroom, Shen Que was wearing a tailor-made suit, which made him stand straight and look very elegant.

"Shen Que." Suddenly, someone in the bathroom called out.

He moved closer to the door and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

In the bathroom, Meng Zhiyi put her hands behind her back and pulled the zipper with some difficulty.

But the zipper was stuck or something and I couldn't pull it open.

"Is the zipper broken? I can't pull it up." Meng Zhiyi said with a bit of anger in his tone.

Shen Que, who was outside the door, was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Do you need my help?"

"Come in, the door is not locked."

Shen Que pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled away the door handle.

Inside, Meng Zhiyi was panting, feeling exhausted from the torture.

She turned her back to the door, one hand pressing the fabric on her chest, the other hand still behind her back: "I'm tired, please help me see what's going on."

At this moment, under the orange-yellow light overhead, Shen Que's dark pupils reflected Meng Zhiyi's extremely seductive waistline, and he swallowed unconsciously.

"What are you doing? Hurry up." Meng Zhiyi urged impatiently.

Shen Kuo closed his eyes, suppressing the mess in his mind.

When I opened my eyes again, they were clear.

He stepped forward, and his tall figure instantly covered Meng Zhiyi completely.

Then, Shen Que leaned down slightly, and gently pinched the zipper with his bony fingers. When he pulled it up, his fingertips accidentally touched the smooth skin.

Meng Zhiyi sensitively retracted her waist, then twisted her body, turned her head and stared at Shen Que.

Shen Que didn't dare to move, as if he had been caught, with a hint of nervousness in his dark eyes.

In the small space, the postures of the two people seemed very ambiguous and intimate, and I couldn't help but feel a hint of warmth.

Meng Zhiyi's eyes fell on Shen Que's slightly pursed lips, and he thought mysteriously:

【Fuck, I want to kiss you. 】

Some thoughts that Shen Que had just suppressed came flooding back with these words.

Those beautiful eyes gradually became deeper, filled with emotions that Meng Zhiyi could not understand.

The next second, the shadow surrounding Meng Zhiyi gradually deepened.