Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Pink Toy
Xin Tong returned home under the moonlight.
It was already early morning, and the villa was quiet with only a small light on.
Xin Tong couldn't explain how she felt about returning to this villa. When she reached the second floor, she stopped.
To the right of her room was her parents' room, and to the right of her parents' room was He Tianqi's room.
She unconsciously glanced to the far right.
The door was closed and it looked no different from an ordinary room.
The surroundings were quiet and peaceful. No one knew the relationship between the people living closely together in this luxurious villa and garden building, and no one knew the death speculations, chaotic mysteries, and hidden fears hidden in the darkness and silence.
Xin Tong quickly withdrew her gaze, walked into her room tiredly, took off her clothes and took a shower.
It was already late at night after I finished washing.
The bathroom was steamy and filled with water vapor. She walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, wearing a loose nightgown.
After taking a shower, she felt thirsty and wanted to go downstairs to get some water.
When I opened the door of the room, the light at the staircase was dim.
The slippers were covered with water droplets, making a sticky sound as they rubbed against the wooden floor.
She walked step by step to the stairs, and the next second, she saw a tall black figure hiding in a dark corner.
“!”
Xin Tong's steps trembled immediately, and he was frightened to death.
He was so frightened that he couldn't even make a sound. His face turned pale and he quickly took a few steps back, only able to stand firm by holding on to the wall.
——It’s him.
He Tianqi is tall and slender with an upright posture.
In contrast to her embarrassment and fear, the boy was calm and peaceful, with a thin figure standing tall and straight. He stood quietly at the stairs, his black eyes staring at her without blinking.
"elder sister."
He glanced at Xin Tong's legs that were shaking unconsciously and her frightened posture that required her to hold on to the wall to keep her balance, and slowly revealed an ambiguous smile.
"Why are you back so late today?"
Xin Tong didn't say anything.
Her fear almost overwhelmed her.
She was so scared. There was no one around except the two of them. She remembered the fear of being buried in the snow in the snowy mountains and almost suffocating to death, and the despair of being frozen to death in the blizzard.
She felt that He Tianqi was like a ghost seeking revenge.
It's sinister and may kill her at any time.
But Xin Tong knew that no matter how scared she was, she must not reveal herself at this moment.
If he really did all this, and now that it didn't work and she's still alive, the whole plan has failed. If he knew that she had already realized it was him, then in order to sever and keep the secret forever, he might attack her again.
It would be safer for her to pretend she knew nothing about it.
Her best option is to go back to being the arrogant, stupid, lustful and domineering good-for-nothing sister she used to be.
Xin Tong immediately stood up by holding on to the wall.
Cover your chest.
"It scared me to death. It scared me to death."
"Are you crazy? Why are you standing at the door without turning on the light?"
"He Tianqi. If you keep sneaking around me like this every day, I'm really going to think you have a crush on me."
Xin Tong crossed her arms and sneered, "Didn't my parents teach you that if something happened between us, it would be considered incest?"
As soon as these words came out, the man's expression changed and he frowned.
It's so harsh. Xin Tong is still so unrestrained in her words and makes jokes about relationships between men and women.
Disgust flashed in his eyes.
"Dad said you packed up and prepared to move out this evening."
There was no expression on his face.
"Where are you planning to move to, sister?"
Xin Tong sneered with great disdain.
"Are you kidding me? I'm moving out to live with Song Qingyun for a few months, and you have a problem with that? It's none of your business."
"I go wherever I want. Today I want to go to Song Qingyun's house, tomorrow I want to go to Daniel Wu's house, the day after tomorrow I want to go to Fan Bingbing's house, and the day after that I want to go to Disneyland and sleep in a fox cave with Lingna Belle. It's none of your business if I sleep on Mars. I can do whatever I want."
"Really?" He Tianqi raised his eyebrows slightly.
She spoke softly, but her eyes were fixed on Xin Tong without blinking, observing her every move.
"Are we really just going out for fun?"
"But I feel like my sister just came back from Japan, and she was already hurriedly packing her suitcase to move out as soon as she got off the plane. She doesn't look like she's going out to have fun."
He lowered his voice and stared at her.
"It seems that there is something in this villa that scares you."
Xin Tong's brain buzzed.
She froze in place.
The corner of the second floor was dark and the light was unclear, but in fact, beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead.
My palms are wet and my heart is pounding.
She didn't speak for a long time, and He Tianqi became suspicious.
He restrained his expression, pursed his lips, and took a few steps forward, as if to get closer to her.
At the critical moment, Xin Tong suddenly ran into the room, and then walked out with her hips twisted in a charming manner.
He walked towards He Tianqi, swung his hand, and threw something into his arms.
He Tianqi was stunned and caught it subconsciously.
It feels very smooth and has a very comfortable silicone texture. It is shaped like a long strip.
A faint light shone from the door of Xin Tong's room. When he used the light to see what was in his hand, his whole body froze.
In his hand was a pink female erotic product.
The shapes are lifelike and the size is amazing.
I would blush and my heart would beat faster if I took it out and looked at it in public.
As his pupils constricted and his body stiffened, Xin Tong's mocking voice rang out above his head.
"How is it? Is it big?"
He Tianqi slowly raised his head and met Xin Tongyan's smiling eyes.
"Thanks to your birthday, I went to Japan this time and visited the Qingqu Building in Akihabara. There's a whole building full of Qingqu supplies, of all kinds."
"I brought back a box of goodies, it's so full, I can't wait to go home. I just want to find Song Qingyun and share them with him."
She sighed.
"To be honest, you all don't like to hear it. You all say I'm obscene. I don't even explain why, and you keep asking. I really don't understand you."
"Are you still asking? Do you still want to know the reason?"
She smiled extremely charmingly, but rolled her eyes.
"Tsk. I'm speechless."
"I'm warning you, now that I've finished my bath, it's time for me to enjoy myself. Don't bother me."
She glanced at the thing in his hand with disgust again.
"I don't want the one you touched. You can take it."
"Goodbye, brother."
She leaned against the door of her room and waved at him coquettishly.
…
He Tianqi stood there in silence for a long time.
I couldn't see his expression in the darkness.
Suddenly, he threw the thing in his hand to the ground in disgust.
The thing rolled around a few times and then stopped.
But the shape and size of that thing were too conspicuous, and it was a very girly pink color. If I just threw it on the floor in front of the stairs, my parents would see it when I woke up tomorrow morning.
He Tianqi closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, and exhaled sharply.
He opened his eyes again, pursed his lips, bent down and picked it up with force, without saying a word, holding it tightly, the knuckles of his hands turning white, then turned around and left without hesitation.
After he turned around, Xin Tong's smile instantly disappeared, and she slammed the door shut and locked it immediately.
Leaning against the door, legs trembling.
I had just taken a shower, but I broke out in a cold sweat.
Xin Tong slowly sat back on the bed. She was dazed at first, but gradually, she figured out a lot of things.
In fact, the problem she faced at this moment was still the same as when she left home. However, after spending a short time with Jiang Chongyan by the river, she suddenly jumped out of her previous train of thought.
Xin Tong is a man who lives in the present moment, living a life of drunken dreams and dreams. He is fearless and a devil in disguise.
Life is like not knowing what to do every day. Life is like not knowing what to do every moment.
Then just keep going.
Keep going, there are roads everywhere.
There is no need to be afraid of unknown setbacks and possible crises. She will fight against the enemy and block the water when it comes. She only lives once, and this is her own life.
She will not stop just because there are stumbling blocks on the road ahead, she will just keep moving forward lawlessly.
*
The next day, Xin Tong drove to Jiang's house.
It was a sunny day today. The sun was shining brightly, and the shadows of the trees along the road cast on her car.
A good sign, Xin Tong said to herself, feeling relaxed.
When she arrived, the nanny was watering the flowers in the manor and greeted her cheerfully and warmly. After seeing her face, she exclaimed, "How thin has Miss Xin become? Did she miss any rest during her trip to Japan?" For lunch, she had her favorite lemon tarts, all to herself.
The journey was smooth and unimpeded. Xin Tong was lively and funny, and had a good relationship with all the servants in the Jiang family's old house. Everyone who saw her along the way greeted her as Miss Xin, with a friendly tone and a kind smile.
I walked to the door and it was not locked.
It was specially reserved for her.
When she opened the door, Jiang Yuanbin was standing in front of the window, drinking tea with his back to her.
"Are you back?"
The old man's tone was commonplace.
He didn't mean "coming". He meant "coming back".
"How was your fun?"
The old man turned around and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
"Where's the souvenir for me?"
“…” Xin Tong stopped where she was.
Countless complex emotions surged up like a tide.
She pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and burst into tears.
"Why."
The old man frowned.
"What's going on?"
He took a few steps forward, pulling her sleeve towards him. She closed her eyes and cried, obediently letting the old man pull her, like a little girl in an amusement park being pulled by her grandfather to buy a lollipop.
"Why are you crying?"
The old hands took a piece of paper and wiped her tears, as if washing her face, smearing her lipstick all over her face.
“Stop wiping it!”
"My makeup is all ruined!"
Xin Tong cried and shouted.
The old man paused.
He looked at the messy red on the tissue in his hand, then looked at Xin Tong's funny face, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
"What is it?"
"Why are you wearing makeup like this? Do you need makeup when you come to my place?"
The old man couldn't understand the young girl's dressing style. He frowned, threw away the paper in his hand, and poured her a cup of tea.
"Being bullied? You're crying like a three-year-old."
Xin Tong sobbed.
"No, nothing." She shook her head. "I wasn't bullied. I just feel good staying here with you."
"Master."
She suddenly shouted this, which scared the old man.
"You can teach me anything you want. I'll learn it. I'll definitely study hard."
"Don't worry, I know I'm stupid, lazy, and a bad lover. Besides my stunning beauty, I have nothing else to offer. Before I achieve something, I won't go out and flaunt our relationship, and I won't tell anyone about you if I get into trouble."
"But one day, I will succeed."
"Do you believe me?"
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at her for a while.
He commented with a frown.
"A startle."
"For some unknown reason, it's like I've been given a shot of chicken blood."
After a while, he hummed.
"I trust you."
After a few seconds, he stood up again and walked towards the studio, adding without looking back:
"Stunningly beautiful, let's go."
"Come and start learning something."
*
Xin Tong goes to the Jiang family's old house every day.
She had watched Jiang Yuanbin make her custom-made suit that morning. The only difference was that Jiang Yuanbin explained each step in detail.
For a tailor with sixty years of experience, all his skills are in his hands, and all the secrets are in his mind.
Empty talk is just empty talk, and talking about design without even understanding the process is just castles in the air.
He can't teach or guide. His years of work experience have only made him realize that practice makes perfect and diligence can make up for lack of talent. Only through practice and practice day after day and over time can one understand and experience it.
If you don't do it yourself, even if someone tells you a hundred times, you'll just ignore it. You'll hear it and forget it.
But if you have done it yourself and experienced it yourself, you feel puzzled by every difficulty that arises at each step, and you remember every experience gained at each step, then the guidance at this time can become true insights, deeply and eternally engraved in your mind, and always play a role in every second of your subsequent work.
In the afternoon and evening, Xin Tong drove back to the studio to continue making her two hundred pieces of clothing.
…
Two or three days passed like this.
That noon, she came out of Jiang Yuanbin's studio as usual, stretched herself lazily as if she were at home, and walked lazily towards the dining room, calling out, "Auntie Wang, what dishes are there today?"
The next second, she suddenly saw someone sitting at the dining table in front of her with his back to her.
It was the back of a tall man.
He wore a baggy sweatshirt that made his shoulders appear even broader, and sat with his legs apart, his face casually spread. He wore a dark blue cap, pushing his blond hair back into a soft, fluffy, C-shaped curl behind his ears.
She stopped suddenly.
The man seemed to hear it too.
But he didn't look back.
Just sitting there casually.
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