Chapter 87 Look at the abdominal muscles
Wen Zhixian lowered his head and watched him stuff something into his pocket, his slender knuckles still resting on his pocket.
Feeling that it was something like a card, she didn't look at it. She raised her eyes and stared at him with a smile, deliberately trying to make him happy: "Give me the room card?"
He pulled his hand out of her pocket and said meaningfully, "Not only do I want to give you the card, I also want to give you the person."
Wen Zhihan opened the passenger door and got in. After getting in, she took out the things Qi Yanjing had stuffed into her pocket.
A... black gold bank card?
"What are you giving me the card for?" She asked as she played with the bank card in her hand.
Suddenly I remembered that I was afraid that he would be accused of inferiority by Gu Yuchen, so I wanted to give him more things, but now he also gives to me?
"I don't think I've bought you any presents. I want to pick out a car for you, but I don't know what type you like. I'll leave it to you to decide." He paused and glanced at her sideways: "Or, let's go see it together someday."
She chuckled and said, "But I don't need to change cars."
But I really like the feeling of being cared for.
Qi Yanjing sighed silently in his heart. He seemed to have no idea what to give her. He felt very sad that he couldn't give her anything.
He used to live alone and didn't care about anything, but once he found someone he liked, he really wanted to give her the best.
"So what do you want?" he asked.
Wen Zhixian turned his head and smiled: "You."
Love to listen and talk more.
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Back home.
Qi Yanjing went to the cloakroom to change his clothes.
Wen Zhixian dragged the lonely suitcase by the door over. As soon as he came back, he was busy hugging her and didn't even put the luggage back in its place.
Before she even stepped into the cloakroom, she said, "Put away your clothes."
As soon as the door was pushed open, Qi Yanjing was taking off his shirt, revealing his fair and strong upper body. He had a good figure, which was what she liked anyway, with standard broad shoulders and narrow waist, smooth muscle lines and tight abdominal muscles. One more would be too much and one less would be too little, just right.
He glanced at his wife standing at the door. Her eyes fell on his body. He raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling: "Do you like it?"
He threw his shirt on the sofa, showing it all to her.
She didn't say anything, but her mouth was stretched all the way to her ears, so she must have enjoyed watching it.
Even though I had slept in the same bed with Qi Yanjing for so many days, I had never stared at his body like this before.
I'm still a little shy.
If Qi Yanjing knew what she was thinking right now... um, shy? She didn't realize it, her eyes were already glued to him.
"Who said he wanted to touch it?"
When I was on the phone last night, Zhixian suddenly said, "Look at your abs"...
He actually lifted up his pajamas and took a picture of his abdominal muscles and sent it to her.
Wen Zhixian put down the suitcase, walked towards him, and touched it.
The moment she touched him, he clearly felt something was wrong with his body.
Wen Zhixian touched it for a few seconds before putting his hand down and commented, "It feels good."
Qi Yanjing was amused by her. He put on his clothes, squatted down and started packing his suitcase.
When he opened the suitcase, he found a shopping bag inside. He took the shopping bag out and handed it to Wen Zhixian.
Wen Zhixian said "Hmm?" Another small gift?
She took it, opened it, and asked, "Is it a gift for me?"
Qi Yanjing replied, "I saw a skirt in the window and it seemed to suit you, so I bought it."
He stood in front of the window and watched for two minutes. He felt that it was Zhixian's style and she would look very beautiful in it.
He also bought her a small gift. In fact, she was not happy because of the gift, but because he would remember her when she was outside.
She opened the package and found a dress with a palace style. It had a red satin top with apricot-colored pearlescent gauze sleeves inlaid with pearls, and a three-layered apricot-colored gauze skirt of the same color.
She really likes it.
“You know my preferences pretty well.”
Qi Yanjing smiled and said, of course.
She hung the clothes in the closet, and Qi Yanjing also packed his clothes.
"Go take a shower first." She was about to put the clothes she had just changed into the washing machine.
Before she touched her clothes, her body suddenly lightened and was picked up by Qi Yanjing.
She leaned on Qi Yanjing's shoulder and asked, "What are you doing?"
"What can I do? Take a shower." I just want to be with her.
Wen Zhixian: “…”
When I entered the bathroom, Qi Yanjing was standing in front of the mirror and took off his shirt.
Wen Zhixian had her back to the mirror. She glanced back and saw the two of them reflected in the mirror. Due to her size, Qi Yanjing was able to cover her body tightly...
She moved closer to the mirror, but Qi Yanjing didn't react at all.
It seems that she was overthinking it. Qi Yanjing was not as bad-tempered as she thought.
…
Damn, I don’t think enough, Qi Yanjing just has a bad taste!
"Stand still."
In front of the mirror, he stood behind Wen Zhixian and gently pinched her chin, simply admiring her charming look.
The dreamy eyes and the soft body fascinated him.
Wen Zhixian's rosy lips slightly opened, Qi Yanjing pressed his fingers on her lips, touching her soft tongue. She bit his fingers in anger, but Qi Yanjing did not move at all.
Looking in the mirror, Qi Yanjing was still happy, and there was even excitement in his eyes.
He bent down slightly and moved closer to her ear, sucking her small earlobe, which made her feel numb.
Feeling her shivering slightly, Qi Yanjing found the bend of her legs and picked her up, "Hold her tight, don't let her fall."
Wen Zhihan felt even more ashamed.
Qi Yanjing carried her back to the bedroom.
With every step he took, Wen Zhixian couldn't help but make a soft sound in his throat.
"It's not over yet." He threw Wen Zhixian on the bed, leaned over, and gently lifted her chin with his index finger, his voice tinged with laughter: "If you want to fight less for ten years, you have to serve my financial sponsor well, right?"
Wen Zhixian was simply at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Will or will he.
When I first met him, I never thought he would be like this.
So stuffy.
Wen Zhihan narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her limp hands, and placed her index and middle fingers on his lips. He didn't dare to bite them, but only held them gently, which made her laugh.
No matter how anxious Qi Yanjing was, he restrained himself for fear of hurting her accidentally.
Love affairs are fairly gentle, except for those romantic words.
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It was already one o'clock in the morning when it ended.
Seeing Zhixian sleeping, Qi Yanjing got out of bed quietly and cleaned up the mess in the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, he recalled how Zhixian looked at that moment, so alluring.
They have to be together for the rest of their lives, otherwise he really doesn't know what he can do. It's not just Gu Yuchen who plays tricks.
Facing the mirror, he touched the red, broken skin on his collarbone and curled his lips.
After cleaning the bathroom, he walked out with a hoarse voice. He went to the living room, poured a glass of water, and stood on the balcony to enjoy the night breeze.
He touched the aching spot on his collarbone again, sometimes feeling a little unreal after the joy.