Chapter 58: Ink Red Plum
After spending the whole morning in bed, the room was filled with beauty. Chen Zan was tossed over and over like a piece of dough.
She lay weakly on the bed, her shoulders exposed outside the velvet quilt, and she regretted deeply that she should not have provoked him in the morning.
Zhou Jingyu looked satisfied, standing neatly dressed beside the bed, and asked cheerfully, "Can you get up?"
Chen Zhan gave him a resentful look and subconsciously acted coquettishly, "My legs are sore."
My waist is also sore.
Zhou Jingyu let out a low laugh from the depths of his throat, sat down on the edge of the bed, reached his big hands into the quilt, and massaged her sore thighs.
The strength of his massage was just right, and Chen Zhan couldn't help but squint his eyes. At this time, he always felt that she was like a cat pretending to be docile.
The voice was unconsciously gentle and doting: "The servant has prepared the meal, go down and eat."
Chen Zhan was pulled out of bed. She happened to see the teeth marks on his Adam's apple and asked in surprise, "Hasn't it gone away yet?"
The lights were dim last night and I didn't pay attention to this.
A few days ago, she was angry at him for being so cruel in the car, so she bit it hard. There was no bleeding at the time, but it left a mark.
I thought it would disappear in the next two days, but I didn't expect to see any trace of it even today.
Speaking of this, Zhou Jingyu slapped her hard on the back.
Chen Zan immediately asked with an accusing look, "Why did you hit me again?"
She is not a child anymore, why does this person always act like this?
So annoying!
Zhou Jingyu gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you say that? Do you know how I've been laughed at in the group these past two days with this tooth mark on me?"
Chen Zhanxun's position was perfect, perfectly positioned, revealing half of his neckline. As the president of Yirong Investment Group, more eyes had been focused on his Adam's apple these past few days than on his face.
Even Zhang Qing couldn't help but look at his collar every time he spoke. You didn't have to guess what he was thinking. He must be admiring Miss Chen's masterpiece.
Chen Zhan looked away guiltily, still stubbornly saying, "Can't you just wear a turtleneck sweater?"
Zhou Jingyu half-closed his eyelids and glanced at her, saying resentfully, "Okay, I'll give you a bite too."
Chen Zhan quickly covered his neck and said, "No, no, I have to pick up grandma from the hospital tomorrow."
As she said this, she was afraid that Zhou Jingyu would really bite her, so she struggled to jump off him. Her legs were no longer weak or painful, and it was like a panacea.
The servant left after cooking, saving Chen Zan the embarrassment of seeing a stranger.
Zhou Jingyu had no official business to deal with this weekend, so he took some free time to accompany Chen Zan in the study to practice speaking.
On the desk, there was still some calligraphy that Zhou Jingyu had written last time but had not put away. The sight was of dragons and snakes dancing wildly all over the paper, waves of ink surging, and an unruly aura that rushed towards him, almost swallowing him up.
Chen Zhan looked at this masterpiece that was comparable to a famous artist and asked with admiration, "Did you write this?"
Zhou Jingyu glanced at the paper in her hand and said casually, "I wrote a few words when I was free."
Chen Zhan couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was being falsely modest or really showing off.
But I still can't help but praise from the bottom of my heart the flying white parts of this cursive script seem to be broken but connected, the energy flows through without obstruction, the ink colors are thick and thin, dry and wet, and the layers are clear and picturesque.
It is definitely a calligraphy work worthy of being framed.
No one would not feel vain when their loved one praises them. Zhou Jingyu is an ordinary person, so he is no exception.
The admiration that was about to overflow in Chen Zan's eyes was even more satisfying than if he had earned 1 billion yuan in the group.
Maybe he himself didn't expect that just one word from her would be enough to make him happy for the whole day.
He walked up to her, held her in his arms, kissed her neck, and said casually: "I remember your calligraphy of hairpin flowers is very good."
Chen Zhan tilted his head to look at him, "How do you know?"
"When I visited your grandmother, she mentioned you to me, and her words were full of pride."
Zhou Jingyu suddenly mentioned their first meeting. In the study hung a scroll of small calligraphy with hairpin flowers that Chen Zan had written when he was practicing calligraphy, and her grandmother had pointed it out to him.
Chen Zan didn't expect that Ms. Chen Jiaohua would actually praise her in front of Zhou Jingyu. She was a little surprised and a little embarrassed.
"Actually, my writing was taught by my grandmother. I've heard them mention it occasionally before. My grandmother's family was poor, and later she was taken in by a wealthy family to be a tutor for their daughter. She must have lived in your grandmother's Jing family, right?"
Zhou Jingyu nodded lightly. He didn't know much about the older generation. Many things were mentioned to him by the old lady in the family when he visited after the National Day. However, after Chen Jiaohua went to the Jing family, all her food, clothing, and daily expenses, including learning calligraphy, were with the old lady Zhou, and she was never treated unfairly.
Pulling out a brand new piece of rice paper from the side, he asked, "Let me see your handwriting?"
Chen Zan thought that his handwriting was pretty good among his peers, but after seeing Zhou Jingyu's calligraphy, he felt that he was not that good.
Zhou Jingyu seemed to see through her thoughts and deliberately provoked her: "You know your skills are not as good as others, are you afraid that I will laugh at you?"
Chen Zhan had just received the brush, and upon hearing this, he glared at him and threatened him with the ink-soaked tip of the brush: "You dare?"
Zhou Jingyu burst out laughing.
Afterwards, Chen Zhan didn't manage to write anything good on the rice paper. She didn't know how he picked her up and sat her on the desk. He held her chin and kissed her hard. The big hand that was pinching her waist kept tightening. Gradually, Yingying pushed her skirt up, and then it fell to the ground...
The sheets of rice paper were twisted into a mess by her ink-stained hands, and even her white body was stained with ink, with some red marks left by someone who had deliberately caused trouble.
Zhou Jingyu joked that it was a beautiful painting of red plum blossoms in ink and wash, but the angry Chen Zan kicked him and then grabbed Yuetui's ankle and kissed her on the butt. She quickly pulled back and angrily scolded him for being shameless.
How come I didn't know this man was so naughty before?
He laughed wantonly and unrestrainedly, but he also looked like a dandy playboy that only Chen Zan had seen before.
Fortunately, there were only two of them in the whole house, so they dared to be so unscrupulous and unreserved.
That was definitely the most joyful yet absurd day in Chen Zan's memory. It seemed as if they had been doing it non-stop all day long.
In the evening, Zhou Jingyu did not torment her anymore. It was too much for her to bear. Chen Zan also sobbed and advised him to be moderate.
The man found a new tube of ointment to apply to her. Her skin was rubbed off in the afternoon. Chen Zan blushed and wanted to do it herself, but he refused no matter what. He just liked to watch Chen Zan in her hands, and his skin turned pink because of him.
After finishing, she wrapped herself in the quilt and didn't want to talk to anyone. Zhou Jingyu coaxed her and read the borrowed book "Madame Bovary" to her in a pure Touraine accent.
The voice is magnetic yet lazy, and the lingering and low voice wraps around and penetrates into the eardrum, making the ear tip numb and start to feel hot.
For the first time, I felt that the voice control on the Internet was not unreasonable.
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