It looked like he was really drunk.
He held her slender waist and ribs with both hands, and held her like a child, sitting on the bookshelf.
His slender fingers were placed on her neck, and his thumb was gently stroking behind her ear. The skin there was very smooth and tender.
Wen Xin didn't know that the area behind her ears was so sensitive. His fingers felt like an electric current, tingling along the back of her ears all the way to her scalp. As his fingertips moved, the roots of her hair became numb.
Wen Xin likes to flirt with others, but she doesn't like being flirted with. She takes the initiative to take advantage of him, which means she has the sovereignty, but she doesn't like it. At this time, she is in a bad mood and doesn't want to be kissed obediently. She keeps moving on the cabinet and wants to jump down, but Yan Zeyang has already held her in his arms.
He didn't stop until her little red mouth, which he had kissed, curled up slightly.
Wen Xin was unhappy. She began to speak seriously: "Comrade Yan, I have to talk to you. We must not make such mistakes again in the future. As a female comrade, I have reflected deeply. I was wrong in the past. What you said yesterday also makes sense. This is a matter of principle. We can't do things without principles. How about this, let's keep a distance of two meters from each other in the future. We can't kiss each other all the time. What kind of words are you talking about? And you, why don't you button your clothes below your neck? Does it look good to hug each other? Even if you are in a relationship, you have to pay attention to the scale, okay..."
Before Wen Xin could finish her words, she was suddenly picked up by Yan Motou.
She cried out "Ah" and hugged his neck.
As soon as she was hugged, her hair was loose. She had just finished cleaning and was going to take a shower, so she had tied her hair up on her head with a pen. As she was hugged, the pen fell off, and her long hair cascaded down, so beautiful that it was heart-stirring.
Although it feels good to be hugged, Wen Xin is not convinced.
When I flirt with you, you refuse. This and that are not allowed. This is impossible and that is not allowed. I don't flirt with you anymore, but you want to do everything for me. If you want to do something to me, then I will do it? This will really hit her self-confidence, okay? Would she be willing to do this? Can you feel comfortable?
"Put me down, you bastard!"
But Yama laughed and kissed her hard. Looking at the woman with bright eyes and red lips in his arms, whose face was as white as peach petals and as beautiful as snow and jade, and whose black hair was gently waving with his movements, he felt at that moment that all these years of waiting were worth it.
He laughed so heartily that Wen Xin was stunned. Don't you think it's strange? Some people don't laugh easily, but when they suddenly smile, they really look like the devil from heaven, or the Tai Sui God on earth.
…
Yan Zeyang carried her to the sofa and took the box from the coffee table.
Wen Xin's hands were slender, white and tender, with fingers as thin as green onions. She felt a chill on her wrist and was stunned for a moment when she saw it. She saw his slender fingers gently passing through her fingertips and entangled with hers. She watched him buckle the watch strap with one hand.
She could see clearly what was on her hand. It was a ladies' watch. The metal dial was shiny and the black leather strap made her wrist look even whiter. It looked indescribably beautiful on her warm wrist.
"Do you like it?" Yan Motou held her in his arms, kissed her soft and snowy face, leaned close to her, and whispered sweet words to her in her ear with a clear voice, "I have submitted the marriage application. We will get married if it is approved. When the time comes, I can touch wherever I want, and no one can stop me behind closed doors..."
His voice was a little hoarse, and there was a hint of arrogance and complacency in his tone. Wen Xin was so stimulated by his voice that it seemed as if her ears could become pregnant.
She couldn't help but shrink her shoulders. Wait a minute, what did she just say?
"marry?"
Wen Xin looked at Yan Zeyang with her deer-like eyes in surprise.
"…We haven't even been dating for two and a half days, and you're getting married?"
Yan Zeyang's lips were curled up, but after hearing this, his face suddenly darkened, "Why? You don't want to?"
The way he stared at her instantly changed from elegant and graceful to a howling storm.
"I……"
She is just dating someone, why does she want to get married so soon? Yes, she was attracted by his looks at first, then she got angry and wanted to mess up between him and the heroine to make things difficult for her, and then she thought he was both serious and fun.
She's a bit addicted to flirting, and she hasn't had enough fun yet, but now she's suddenly getting married? Now that you’re married, how can you flirt with me in the future?
Seeing Wen Xin didn't answer, the last trace of smile on Yan Mo's face disappeared. He sat up straight, staring at her with a gaze as sharp as a knife: "What do you think? Go ahead!"
Wen Xin was startled by his stern voice and sat there as quiet as a chicken.
The room was so quiet for a moment that you could hear a pin drop.
"I……"
"Do you want to marry someone else besides me?" Yan Zeyang lowered his head expressionlessly, looking at her palm-sized face and questioned her.
"No……"
"Then why don't you want to?"
"I...don't ask anymore. Isn't it enough that I am willing?" Wen Xin was so angry with his scolding that she kept repeating one sentence after another, as if she was being tortured. She nuzzled into his armpits aggrievedly, buried her head in his chest, and lay on his chest delicately like a little bird, humming twice.
Wen Xin was not prepared at first, but she soon changed her mind. This man was the heroine's biggest golden finger in her previous life. By stamping him, she was taking advantage of the heroine. Besides, where else could she find such a handsome, stylish, and fit man in this era who was her type?
It was just a little too fast, and it was over before she had enough fun. But if it dragged on like this, he would get angry. She had no choice but to agree reluctantly, and then turned around and leaned into his arms, hugging her waist. Only then did Yama's eyes clear up, but there was still a gloom in his heart. He didn't know why she was hesitating.
However, when he saw Wen Xin lying in her arms, looking at the watch he gave her, raising her hand to look at it, and looking like she liked it very much, Young Master Yan finally felt relieved.
Wen Xin had never seen a watch from this era, so she looked at it out of curiosity.
As she watched curiously, she saw that Yama's eyes turned dark as he stared at her.
Soon, the sound of kissing was heard from the sofa. After a while, Wen Xin continued to clean the living room. Yan Mo went upstairs, changed into a military uniform and put on a hat. He only had half a day off and had to go back to the regiment in the afternoon.
When Wen Xin saw that he was about to leave, she flew into his arms like a little bird. Yan Motou was reluctant to let her go. He really wanted to put this little person in his mouth, but he was afraid that she would melt. The thought of leaving her alone at home made him feel distressed. He held her at the door for a long time before leaving.
As soon as he left, Wen Xin didn't even take a nap and ran to the tailor shop. During this period, she went to the municipal party committee compound every day. Since she sold the first piece, she sold much better skirts afterwards. The girl who bought the skirt for the first time liked it very much. So after such publicity, many people in the compound knew Wen Xin. Now in the afternoon, whenever Wen Xin was seen, someone would take her home, of course, only women were allowed.
Yang Hemiao is Wen Xin's little follower, who follows her around every day. Just following Wen Xin makes money. After all, Wen Xin has a fashion vision and taste that is forty years ahead of this era. The clothes she asks Yang Hemiao to make are not too exaggerated, with only minor changes in some places. But every girl wants to buy them when they see them, and they love them as long as they put them on.
In fact, Wen Xin only asked Yang Hemiao to make a slight waistline, and add a few more patterns to the collar of a shirt. For skirts, she only changed a few minor places, and it became very sellable and the effect was very good.
In fact, some of them are just matching skills. She often sells two pieces of clothing together. This is due to her strong craftsmanship. When she was a host, she also studied hard, through the daily wear of celebrities at the airport and the fashion matching in various magazines. She tried again and again and found that some small accessories can have a big effect. Adding a belt can completely change the aura. Basic styles, contrasting colors and the like, how to wear them beautifully, so she still knows a little bit. She can tell at a glance what kind of clothes are suitable for the other person to cover up their ugliness.
Therefore, the clothes bought from her would make these girls feel as if they became more beautiful when they wore them, and no one came to arrest them in the municipal party committee compound. Wen Xin must have really made a lot of money these days.
The three or two pieces she took away were not enough to sell. She sold tops for more than twenty yuan, skirts for forty to sixty yuan, and some other small pieces of clothing. In less than ten days, excluding the labor fee she gave to Yang Hemiao, she earned more than three hundred yuan. She now has a savings of one thousand yuan. This money is really easy to make.
In the past, she saved money for moving south, but now it is different. Her main task now is to take care of Yang Hemiao, get to know people and so on. In the future, she can make her own clothes and sell them in the compound. As for how long she can sell them, Wen Xin doesn't know, but the business of the tailor shop will definitely be better than before, and the livelihood pressure on the grandfather and grandson will be less.
The girl who bought Wen Xin's first skirt in the municipal party committee compound dragged Wen Xin home again today. Now she not only bought Wen Xin clothes, but also asked Wen Xin to match clothes for her. She has quite a lot of clothes, and it seems that many of them are new models brought from the south. Compared with this era, the colors are brighter and the styles are more fashionable.
Wen Xin picked and chose and matched three sets for her. The white shirt that Wen Xin sold was a basic style that you would never get tired of wearing. Today's white shirts are fat and shapeless, so Wen Xin slightly tucked in the waistline at the back. The old tailor made a good pattern, and once it was sewn, she would look slim when she wore it, which was particularly beautiful. She would look beautiful with any pants or skirt.
The girl bought three pieces at twenty yuan each.
When she was trying on clothes and Wen Xin was adjusting her sleeves and collar, the watch on her wrist was revealed. The girl immediately exclaimed, "Wow, a watch of this brand!" The reason she had so many clothes was that she had a relative who worked in the purchasing department of a big shopping mall.
She also wore a watch on her wrist, so she recognized the brand. She said, "This looks like a foreign product, very expensive, at least more than two thousand yuan for one. This style is really beautiful. Is it a recent product?" The girl grabbed her wrist and stared at it. The normal salary in the compound was one hundred yuan a month, and this watch would cost her almost two years' salary without eating or drinking.
She thought Wen Xin was selling clothes because she had difficulty making a living. She also noticed that the piece of clothing she was first sold was not a southern product at all, but it did look nice. Everyone who saw it asked where she bought it, which made her feel very proud. Besides, the price was indeed not expensive, so she just let it go.
But she was wearing such an expensive watch. "My watch only cost 500 yuan, and it's made in China. Yours is a foreign product. Not only is it expensive, but it's also hard to buy. Most people can't get it even if they have money. Are you the child of a cadre's family?"
Wen Xinlu smiled slightly and thought to herself: That’s not the case, but does it count if I’m about to become the daughter-in-law of a cadre?
But she just smiled and said nothing.
She was very happy in her heart. She didn't have any feelings about the watch at first, but she was quite happy when others exclaimed that it was strange. Maybe it was because of that era, such things were relatively rare, unlike the famous watches on the counters in later generations, which were casually displayed and could be easily obtained as long as one had money.
…
The next day, Yan Zeyang went to see his leader to ask about the approval of his marriage application, and then went directly to his father's office.
In fact, the father and son rarely meet in the military district’s public office, but why is the application stuck with his father and not approved? yes! He did indeed act first and report later about the marriage, but when his father wanted to remarry, he also acted first and reported later. He only told his son two days before the wedding that he wanted to marry again.
What reason does he have to suppress his application report now?
When Yan Zeyang went in, he shouted "report" and called "chief", but even so, it could not suppress his temper. Yan Weiguo listened to his son's questioning.
The office was silent for a while. After a while, Yan Weiguo took off his glasses, took out an envelope from the drawer on his right hand, and put it on the desk. "Take a look at it first."
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