Chapter 88 Serving
Wu Zhou seemed to have practiced countless times, his fingertips expertly making circles. Jiang Xia tried to press down on his palm, but Wu Zhou pressed it down on his own.
The two people's fingers rubbed together...
In the chaos, Jiang Xia felt the man's hand, covered in bulging veins...
"Jiang Xia." Wu Zhou kissed Jiang Xia's trembling belly, panting as he softly called her name.
It was both a public address and a request for Jiang Xia's opinion.
So soft... Every time Wu Zhou kissed her, the soft flesh on Jiang Xia's abdomen would tremble, and the trembling became more and more intense.
As long as you don't explicitly refuse or hit yourself, there's a chance...
Jiang Xia prioritizes security in relationships, so he hesitates to take that step and lets himself be certain.
He had been holding Jiang Xia's ankle high, but now that his hand had loosened, he inadvertently gripped her thigh as he slid down.
Snow-white leg flesh peeked out slightly from between the distinct knuckles of her fingers, like bubbling white cream, and Wu Zhou's throat trembled wildly.
"Ha..." Jiang Xia kicked her leg sensitively, raising her voice, "Don't touch me!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhou paused, stopped, and fully respected Jiang Xia's opinion.
“You…” Jiang Xia curled up his toes.
Wu Zhou asked softly, "Are you too shy?"
Jiang Xia's lips trembled as if she wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say. Before she could think of anything, she was kissed forcefully.
"Hmm..."
The next moment, Jiang Xia turned around and rolled into the hotel's snow-white quilt with Wu Zhou.
The two people faced each other, snuggling close together, their noses touching.
Jiang Xia opened his eyes wide, feeling the intense heat emanating from Wu Zhou.
It's very hot and quite big.
Jiang Xia placed his hands on the other man's chest, bending over and curling up. The man's large hands could easily grasp both of their...
The intense stimulation made Jiang Xia try to push the person away with all her might, but instead, the person held her even tighter, and the two of them... rubbed against each other.
Wu Zhou spoke, deliberately diverting Jiang Xia's attention, but his hands didn't stop moving: "I am very bad, Jiang Xia."
The river gorge came to a sudden stop.
"When I saw the video my assistant sent me of you wiping away tears on the high-speed train, my first reaction was to feel sorry for you, but after that, all I could think about was happiness."
“When I saw you hiding from me in the hallway just now, I thought I’d pick you up and lock you up, to see where you could run to.”
"I just like you, and I have no intention of finding anyone else. I can't accept spending the rest of my life alone," Wu Zhou grumbled, trying to coax Jiang Xia.
Wu Zhou suddenly released his grip and turned on the bedside lamp, its warm yellow light illuminating a small space.
The river gorge was blinded by the lights.
Wu Zhou straightened up and took off his coat and other clothes.
Under the warm lighting, the man's broad shoulders and narrow waist accentuated his smooth and powerful muscle lines.
When Wu Zhou was left with only a black shirt, his muscles stretched the fabric bulging. Warm light from the headboard fell on his abdominal muscles from one side, and his abdominal muscles rose and fell with his breathing.
Wu Zhou looked at the young man beneath him, whose body was sleek and well-proportioned, with messy black hair and reddish glints in the corners of his eyes.
Jiang Xia's lips weren't the extremely thin lips that young people pursue these days; they were well-shaped, and after being kissed several times, they were slightly red and swollen.
Perhaps out of shame, tears welled up in her eyes, her long, straight eyelashes were wet, and her expression was extremely embarrassed.
The fabric on her body piled up as she moved, revealing her slender waist, and her abdomen rose and fell slightly with her breathing.
Jiang Xia bent her knees and turned to the side, trying to avoid his overly direct gaze and also to block any inappropriate reactions.
"Don't...don't look." Jiang Xia covered her eyes with her forearm, turned her head away, revealing her slender neck.
Upon seeing this scene, Wu Zhou felt his whole body burning like boiling water, breathing heavily, and sweat trickling down his forehead.
Wu Zhou let out a suppressed chuckle, reached back to smooth his hair, revealing sharp, deep-set eyes, and squinted as he scrutinized Jiang Xia, making no attempt to conceal his inner desire.
Where did he get fat... Wu Ming was actually blind to look down on Jiang Xia before. Most of his friends... the circles they frequented were full of good-for-nothings who did nothing but eat, drink, and have fun all day long. They had irregular sleep schedules, haphazard diets, and were all over the place.
Wu Ming followed them around and lost all his sense of aesthetics.
He picked Jiang Xia up with one hand and sat her on his lap with her legs spread apart: "Jiang Xia, come here."
He restrained himself, first kissing Jiang Xia's cheek, but he didn't dare to say many things, afraid that Jiang Xia would feel too ashamed and angry and ignore him.
He chose to keep calling out Jiang Xia's name to relieve his anxiety.
"Okay, you're too shy. That'll do this time. I'll give you a proper kiss next time. Don't be shy anymore." Wu Zhou promised himself next time.
It was both a discussion and a notification.
Jiang Xia closed her eyes, unable to break free, pursed her lips, and braced herself on his shoulders with both hands to avoid falling onto the bed.
Jiang Xia rested her head on his shoulder, not daring to look up. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she opened her mouth and bit Wu Zhou's shoulder.
"Ugh..." Jiang Xia sobbed, trying to get him to let go of her, but Wu Zhou coaxed her.
"Wait a little longer." Wu Zhou pressed his fingers down and kissed Jiang Xia's face haphazardly.
Jiang Xia was almost in tears, but in the end, he didn't bite down. If an adult really used their bite force, they could tear a piece of his flesh off...
He simply held it in his mouth tightly, without biting...
In the end, Wu Zhou wiped his body clean and then held him as they fell asleep.
The man's arms were very strong, like iron clamps. Jiang Xia tried to break free but failed. Wu Zhou even deliberately covered him with a blanket, slightly obscuring his head, so that he could hide inside like an ostrich.
Early the next morning.
Wu Zhou woke up early, still wearing yesterday's clothes, his shirt wrinkled.
Jiang Xia had just woken up and reached for his slippers when Wu Zhou came over and bent down to help him get them.
"Don't put your feet on the ground here." Seeing that Jiang Xia wasn't wearing socks, Wu Zhou took out socks from the wardrobe and put them on for him himself.
Jiang Xia tried to pull his feet back, but Wu Zhou pulled over a chair, had someone step on his legs, and then held his ankles: "Don't move, I'll help you put them on."
Jiang Xia sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her eyes, and looked at the man who was patiently helping her put on her socks.
After Wu Zhou finished, he put the slippers on Jiang Xia's feet.
"alright."
Jiang Xia said softly, "Did you send someone to track me?"
Wu Zhou explained, "I was already invited to this trade fair, so you could say that the opportunity was specially increased while the basic premise remained unchanged."
Jiang Xia's voice was still hoarse from last night: "But didn't you say you respected my decision to leave?"
Wu Zhou snorted: "That's Zhan Lintian's idea. I've never thought that way. But his decision makes me realize that I won't let go. I'd rather you cry in my arms."
Jiang Xia whispered, "The way you're doing it, you're just a thug."
Wu Zhou rubbed Jiang Xia's calves, massaging them to loosen his muscles. He must have been incredibly busy at the trade fair yesterday and hadn't had much time to sit down.
Wu Zhou replied, "Yes, I know. Zhan Lintian knows about this too."
Jiang Xia laughed in exasperation; he had never encountered such a shameless person.
He coughed and asked, "Does President Zhan know about this?"
Yesterday at the high-speed rail station, Zhan Lintian said behind Wu Zhou's back that Wu Zhou was going to let go. Today at the hotel, Wu Zhou said that Zhan Lintian was also immoral.
At this moment, Wu Zhou lifted Jiang Xia off the bed with both hands, patted his back, and helped him put on his clothes.
The exhibition hall was heated, and Jiang Xia only wore a three-piece suit inside, but it was cold on the way there, so he added a long black down jacket.
The hotel was warm, so Wu Zhou helped him take his coat.
The factory workers who came to pick him up noticed that there was another person next to Jiang Xia. Although the person was not introduced, they could tell from his clothes that he was someone they didn't want to mess with.
Wu Zhou escorted Jiang Xia to the hotel entrance and draped his coat over him.
See you at the venue.
Soon after, the staff learned Wu Zhou's identity.
The other party appeared at the booth of a subsidiary of Jiusi Technology and took the opportunity to inspect the work.
Jiang Xia is on the second floor and doesn't know Wu Zhou's whereabouts. Today, he received two important clients, both of whom are acquaintances in his contact list and whom he had contacted in advance.
After Wu Zhou finished his inspection, he went upstairs and saw Jiang Xia standing in front of several foreigners, smiling as he introduced the machines and carefully explained their upgrades.
Jiang Xia is 1.8 meters tall, and with the added height of his leather shoes, although he is rather thin, he has the frame of a clothes hanger. He makes his iron-gray suit look like he has broad shoulders and a slim waist.
As I walked, my gleaming leather shoes made a soft click-clack sound on the glossy gray marble floor.
Jiang Xia is resting now. Someone brought him a cup of hand-ground coffee. Today's gift is a top-quality product brought back from Europe by the factory's second-in-command.
I just prepared another one for myself.
He looked at the oil stains on the surface of the coffee. Europe, huh? Wu Ming was studying in the Fog Country back then. He could hardly remember that person anymore.
Time truly is a great healer.
When I occasionally think of Wu Ming, a feeling of disgust comes before any fond memories.
Compared to Wu Ming himself, he was more interested in the offers from headhunters, as a job had caught his eye.
Jiang Xia took a sip of coffee, wondering if he should join a large company. The offer he received was for a position within a group company, with a promise of future promotion to chief conference interpreter.
It can be included in the contract because the current chief is about to retire.
Jiang Xia inquired and found out that the original successor was a high-ranking person. However, his backer fell from power, and he was also purged. The young heir had just taken over and wanted to bring in some new blood to the group.
The workload is heavy, the pay is high, and it's a management position; they're probably going to build a translation team.
He had led many project teams before, so the work content was still within his acceptable range.
However, the company headquarters is still in Montreal...
He leaned against the single-legged chair, gently turning his body as he pondered the problem: introducing the job meant he couldn't leave Montreal.
Many people couldn't help but glance at him when they passed by his booth.
Wu Zhou, in the rest area some distance away, chose a spot where he could observe him, ordered a cup of coffee, and also admired the river gorge.
During this time, someone recognized Wu Zhou and came over to greet him: "Mr. Wu?"
Wu Zhou politely declined, saying that they would not discuss work today.
He was just waiting for his lover to get off work so he could pick her up and take her home to rest.
A note from the author:
Wu Zhou woke up happily in the morning, too excited to fall back asleep, also afraid that Jiang Xia would run away if he fell asleep.
He was so excited that he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the muscles in his arms, and stood in front of the sink, helping to polish and wax Jiangxia's leather shoes.
Zhan Lintian: You've polished both shoes, so what am I supposed to polish? [Angry]
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Please, I'm begging you, to use your mouth on Jiang Xia...
Mr. Wu still softened his heart. The chapter in the draft box (a bit of which was previously revealed in the author's notes) was about Mr. Zhan helping Jiang Xia, who was slightly drunk...
If I remember correctly, it was at the celebration banquet after Jiang Xia finished her work that she had a few drinks. In the hotel, Zhan Lintian carried her to the sink and made her half-squat down...
Jiang Xia's shirt button was ripped open a little, and General Manager Zhan noticed faint marks on his body.
General Manager Zhan was very angry, and then found a reason to "punish" Jiang Xia.
Zhan Lintian: Not a punishment? Then forget about it. Everything else is secondary; letting my wife enjoy herself is what really matters.
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