Chapter 20 Chapter 20 A man’s tears, a woman’s excitement…
Wen Qingyang was a little surprised and raised his eyebrows.
The familiar gesture made Manager Xun more certain of her identity: "I'm your fan! I'm so lucky. Can I take a picture with you?"
"certainly."
She politely gave the camera a "V" sign and jokingly said, "Am I actually that famous now?"
The manager quickly complimented him, "You're too modest. A down-to-earth emotional streamer is rare. You're neither flattering men nor flattering women. You're the undisputed winner of the platform's Most Popular Streamer award this year! Especially since you're having to wait several days for a live stream now. We're all searching for clips!"
Wen the anchor knew that he had been popular several times, but he did not expect that the age range of his fans had expanded so much.
"It's my honor." She smiled faintly, her fingertips tapping the ring on her ring finger. "It would have been a nice meeting, but it's a pity that the quality of your staff is worrying. Every word they say is disdainful of us being poor and unworthy of your store..."
"His business ability is too poor and really cannot meet the requirements of our company. I will report and apply for dismissal immediately." The manager immediately understood.
The male shopping guide's face changed drastically.
Manager Xun's smile faded, and he coldly said to him, "If you don't behave yourself, there will be no place for you in this industry. You should decide for yourself what's more important."
The male shopping guide was obviously indignant, but he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of the customers. He stomped his feet and ran back.
The men in the store were secretly watching the fun, and now that they saw the ending, they all looked at Sui Yi with envy - his girlfriend accompanied him shopping and supported him, and even Manager Xun was respectful to him when he saw him, so he must be an extraordinary and wealthy person.
Alas, it turns out that a family cannot do without a woman!
Even if she does nothing normally, she is like a nuclear weapon at critical moments!
"I'm sorry for the poor shopping experience you've had. Your purchases today will be completely waived. I hope this will be a small compensation." Manager Xun bowed again and apologized. "As for the rude male salesperson, we will definitely give you an explanation."
It’s free, Wen Qingyang instantly became interested.
"Well, let me pick out a coat for my boyfriend first. That's why I came here."
So Sui Yi was suddenly invited to the fitting room.
"This one's a little short."
"The shoulder lines aren't very smooth."
"The color is so striking and doesn't match his style of dress."
Mr. Sui changed one piece after another, and Wen Qingyang leaned on the sofa and watched videos, occasionally looking up to take a look and comment.
She propped up her chin and looked at it for a few times: "The light gray is nice, but it's too thin."
"Teacher Qing, you really have good taste. But men are never afraid of being 'frozen by beauty'. This is the only way to show off your narrow waist and win over others!"
The manager explained with a chuckle, and Sui Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"That being said, if you catch a cold, won't I be the one who feels bad?" She stood up with her persona, pinched the fabric at the cuff, and touched his cheek with the back of her hand, "Change clothes."
Mr. Sui's earlobes suddenly turned red, and his cheeks soon started to burn. After closing the door of the fitting room, the warm touch still lingered.
"This one, please."
He came out of his trance a little and looked carefully in the mirror: "Isn't this one too slimming?"
"Sir, the designer has equipped this piece with an exclusive belt." Manager Xun was very considerate and handed the belt to Qing'er.
Wen Qingyang was too lazy to move, so he stuffed it directly into Mr. Sui's hands, and his eyes contained an excuse that said, "I respect you and don't want to touch you."
Sui Yi really liked this.
He lowered his head to tie his shirt, outlining his broad shoulders and slim waist. The gleam from his gold-rimmed glasses added a unique charm to him.
But the host was too busy to care:
"This one, this one, those two, and this one in all its different colors... I won't try them on anymore, just pack them up in sizes I can wear."
Although it is men's clothing, this kind of luxury style is priced at around five figures and the design is very unique, so Wen Qingyang feels that he can tolerate it.
"It's enough for my boyfriend to dress nicely and look beautiful. It's okay for me to be a little rough. There's no need to make a fuss." She met the manager's gaze.
Manager Xun understood and beckoned over a few sales assistants to help with the ironing and packing. He then smiled and praised, "A woman as loving and caring as you is hard to find for ordinary people, and this gentleman is the only one who is so lucky! You two are a perfect match, both talented and handsome."
Sui Yi nodded secretly:
Well, she's really nice.
Will she think I'm good?
"Can I only wear cool colors like black, white and gray?" He tilted his head to look at the woman holding the steering wheel, feeling a slight loosening in his chest, and asked tentatively.
Wen Qingyang chose his words a little, and the sweet words flowed out from the tip of his tongue: "No, you can wear whatever you like. A boy's freedom of dress is always in his own hands."
"But..." He simply laid it all out, "I'm definitely not pretty enough. I can't seem to pull off either the sweet or hot boy outfits."
Aren’t your breasts quite big? Is there anything that can’t be supported?
Wen Qingyang responded insincerely, "Are you being too arrogant? Baby, you have a sophisticated look and a domineering personality. You are not allowed to belittle yourself."
"and--"
She stepped on the brakes gently and unbuckled her seatbelt: "Every time I look at you, I feel so sexy that I can't help myself."
The ticket inspector was yawning when she saw a beautiful woman approaching with a man wearing a tomato on his neck. She scanned their QR codes, perplexed, wondering how the temperature could rise so quickly after a rain in the late autumn.
Wen Qingyang put his hands in his pockets and walked forward with big strides: "What's fun in the amusement park?"
The cool breeze couldn't blow away the redness on his face. He was like a pendant hanging behind her. He looked up when he heard her say, "I'll search on the forum."
"Baby, haven't you been here before?"
"I haven't been to the amusement park." He paused and explained awkwardly, "I've been too busy with work."
Wen Qingyang didn't know if he was talking about himself or his mother and father, but it didn't matter: "Me neither. That's great, let's just play blindly without looking at the guide!"
Mr. Sui is not a little boy who is ignorant of the world.
He could easily guess that the price of an amusement park ticket might be an unattainable luxury for Qing'er. In her free time, she thought about how to work part-time to earn money to send back home. How could she step into a place where she didn't have to spend money?
But, as she herself said, she does not feel inferior because of her lack of money. She just thinks that we are the most suitable match.
She is this kind of family-oriented, bright and perfect girlfriend.
No one doesn't love Qing'er.
Everyone will fall into the vortex of smiles that can brighten up a cloudy day.
On the dragon roller coaster, he was worried about his image and tried hard to tighten his lip line, but when he turned around, he found her shouting with full energy, her whole body lingering with the freedom that was not bound by worldly constraints;
On the sky-high jumping platform, she yelled "Awesome!", and he, enveloped by the feeling of weightlessness with his heartbeat accelerating, imprinted her dark, bright eyes deep in his mind;
On the carousel, she forcefully turned his face towards the camera, insisting, "I guarantee it will be a good movie."
At the age of 25, Sui Yi finally realized that the amusement park was the taste of vanilla ice cream melting on the tip of his tongue.
"Xianglin is truly rich and dazzling."
Sui Yi listened to her sighs leaning against the window and mustered up the courage to bring up another topic.
He said, "The Ferris wheel is about to reach its highest point."
Which boy hasn’t imagined such a scene in his idol drama dreams?
It is said that lovers who kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel will stay together forever.
When hormones are running high, even Mr. Sui, a powerful businessman, cannot restrain his yearning for the beautiful legend.
"Then you have to hurry up. The photos you take in those few minutes will definitely be beautiful." Wen Qingyang enthusiastically found a good angle and motioned for him to help take a few photos for business purposes.
Sui Yi couldn't refuse the anticipation in the corners of her eyes.
The orange-purple sunset is beautiful, and the side profile reflected on the glass is even more beautiful. The scenery is picturesque and the people are better than spring.
He knew that once he posted it, his fans would praise it as a great picture, but he swallowed a little bitterness and slowly stirred away his lost mood.
Xiao Sui always knows that he should not be entangled in the thoughts of little boys, as it will make him look immature or even childish.
In fact, most women have a big picture in mind. Even if they are thoughtful at work, they are not used to investing in trivial matters in life. This is their nature.
After getting off the Ferris wheel, Wen Qingyang picked out five photos with beautiful light and shadow and posted them on Qing'er's account.
She turned around and was about to hold his hand, but she vaguely felt that there were no more pink bubbles of joy around the rich man.
The host thought for a moment and roughly understood.
"I want to buy some postcards. Will you come with me?"
Sui Yi nodded and followed him into the store absentmindedly.
He was tall and his sight easily passed over the shelves to see a sweet couple in front of the counter. The boy hooked his finger with the woman's and acted coquettishly, then was pulled into her arms and kissed. Only then did the woman put her arm around his waist and scan the code to pay.
Looking back, there seemed to be less intimacy between the two of us.
Sui Yi certainly doesn't want to be treated frivolously.
But true physical love cannot be concealed, just like he always has to clench his fingers and leave white marks to stop himself from getting close to her with a deep desire from the inside out.
She didn't.
Men always want to seek affirmation from women repeatedly to eliminate the anxiety in love. Like a vine climbing and winding around a tree, all their emotional needs depend on her.
Mr. Sui is no exception.
"Hello, sir, your girlfriend has already checked out and left. Here are the items she bought. I wish you a happy life."
A voice gently reminded.
When he raised his eyes, the people around him had disappeared, and he was holding only a sky blue envelope in his hand.
Sui Yi felt a panic in his heart.
He took a few quick steps outside, then suddenly remembered something. He lifted up the envelope and took a closer look - "From the baby yourself."
The signature is Qing'er.
He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a themed postcard with the amusement park logo printed on it.
Turning it over, clear and powerful handwriting appeared on the paper:
"Our love doesn't stop at the top of the Ferris wheel."
"I can hear the wishes that the sky cannot hear."
A photo floated out gently.
Falling on his fingertips.
This is a photo taken by the staff when they were on the roller coaster just now.
She waved her hands and he tilted his head to stare.
She smiled brightly and he looked at her softly.
Looking from a third-person perspective, Mr. Sui actually felt that his own eyes were too strange, and the intensity of his emotions was somewhat shocking.
But he had no time to be afraid or panic, because an even more surging wave of emotions was about to reappear, like the gentle fluttering of butterfly wings, summoning a surging current in his body.
Sui Yi doesn't need a lot of money, he just needs a lot of love.
A sea view villa, a hot spring on a moonlit night, a private island, none of them can compare to an orange peeled by your lover.
He suddenly realized something and looked over slowly.
She was sitting on the nearest bench, a gentle smile on her lips.
Wen Qingyang stood up and opened his arms to catch the man who rushed into his arms.
The sponsor was a few centimeters taller than her, but at this moment, he buried his head in her shoulder like a swan with a broken neck, his black hair rubbing softly behind his ears, and he no longer looked so cold.
"Baby, your glasses will be dirty soon." Wen Qingyang touched his ear, having expected such an outcome.
Sui Yi didn't listen.
The closer he got, the more he felt the fragrance of her body quickly filling his nostrils. It was an indescribable smell that was not similar to any perfume that existed in reality. Instead, it seemed like a unique charm radiating from beneath her skin.
It could also be my own fantasy.
So he took a deep breath and swallowed the sense of security down his throat.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Wen Qingyang pushed him away and said, "It's getting late. Shall I take you to the park to get the car?"
"The driver will drive it."
Tsk, okay, we don’t understand the world of rich people.
Wen Qingyang was about to ask where he lived when someone suddenly grabbed his finger: "Can you take me home?"
"What else?" Wen Qingyang had no idea what was going on in his mind. He pinched the smooth and delicate flesh that slipped into his palm and flicked his forehead with his fingers. "My dear young master, do you want to walk all the way back? Or should I take the trouble to be your personal driver?"
Sui Yi gently repaired the envelope and held it in his arms as if it were his treasure, worried that it would get folded or wrinkled.
"Master, please get out of the car."
Wen Qingyang leaned against the passenger door, looking at the luxurious and exquisite community, silently calculating the progress he had made.
She still felt a little regretful that she couldn't get her hands on this handsome man, and even wanted to whistle.
However, she understood that a lack of patience can ruin a great plan.
Last time it was just a momentary mistake, which caused me to have to spend some time and effort to comfort my child after he woke up. It was really troublesome.
The night wind was very cold, but fortunately she never let herself get away with it. Her warm sweater was enough to keep out the cold. Only the sound of the wind whistling past her ears made her feel a little bit cool.
cold?
She came to her senses and found that the man was still sitting there quietly, with no sign of getting off the bus. No wonder even she was starting to feel cold.
The wet eyes hidden behind the lenses kept staring at her.
Wen Qingyang was not afraid of that cold face, but was just confused: "What's wrong?"
She leaned over to help him unbuckle his seatbelt, her slender fingers deftly picking it up and carefully pulling it back to prevent it from bouncing back and injuring anyone.
...The corners of his lips softened.
She was shocked.
The attacker turned his head away from her and sat upright, looking dignified enough to appear in a business meeting.
Little did he know that Sui Yi's heart was beating like a drum.
He had originally just been tempted to kiss his girlfriend on the cheek, but due to his lack of experience, he nervously touched her lips. He immediately pulled away, but fortunately his face was cold and hard, so he could pretend that nothing had happened.
But in Wen Qingyang's opinion, it seemed more like he did it on purpose.
And the accuracy is pretty good.
She finally confirmed that the person in front of her did not adhere to the bottom line so strictly, and his solid defense was actually vulnerable to collapse.
Just as she had guessed before, men are naturally thirsty for women. No matter how sharp their words are, if they are truly moved, they will still be eager to offer themselves as dishes on the table, for fear that if they are a step slower, they will become the leftover men in the eyes of their uncles.
Well, she doesn't need to be so restrained.
Wen Qingyang stood up straight and pulled his collar with some force, and light blue veins were faintly visible on the back of his hand.
Mr. Sui quickly placed the envelope on the center console and uttered a few words with difficulty: "There is surveillance."
Wen Qingyang opened the back door of the car, pushed the person inside, followed him in, and with a "clang" sound, he blocked out the outside world.
Sui Yi lay in the darkness with a hand gripping his jaw, unable to struggle.
He didn't want to struggle. Even when fingers touched his face and his glasses were taken off and thrown into the front seat, he felt confused and uneasy at that moment, but he remained obedient and didn't move.
The rear seat of this car is quite spacious, but that is for two people sitting side by side.
Wen Qingyang leaned over and used his knee to push his thighs apart. He held his chin and pulled him up a little. Without probing with his tongue, he lowered his head and broke open his wet and soft lips, entwining them wantonly.
The superior high nose bridges inevitably clashed when put together, the nose tips were close yet separated, she could see the thick eyelashes trembling so close to her, her cold white cheeks turned pink because of the feeling of suffocation, so she simply plundered the oxygen that was spreading through the vanilla ice cream more harshly.
Unlike women who are born to learn without any instruction, men are always suited to being the one who bears the aggression.
After finally getting a chance to catch his breath, Sui Yi's pupils dilated for a long time before slowly recovering.
He immediately turned his head to look, but because his vision was not clear enough, the edges of the woman's sharp and narrow eyes softened, exuding a hint of tenderness.
After a moment of stunned silence, he came to his senses and found that his coat and suit jacket had been taken off. Qing'er was trying to unbutton the jewel button of his high-necked shirt with one hand, but she didn't do it right, so the silver ring rubbed against his collarbone and hurt.
Sui Yi vaguely felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.
Fantasy becomes reality?
He was lost in his guilt, so he blocked the hand with well-defined lines and raised his hand to unbutton three buttons, but he immediately realized that something was wrong and grabbed his collar and refused to let go.
Wen Qingyang narrowed his eyes and became interested in the drama of wanting to refuse but also to accept.
She grasped the man's neck with her palms and pulled him around the waist.
Then she pressed closer and kissed the other's thin and beautiful lips. As their hot breaths intertwined, she suddenly felt a sense of mischief and deliberately opened her lips and bit them.
Sui Yi suddenly felt pain.
He dodged, suppressed his slight hiss, took a few quick breaths, and gently wiped with his fingertips, first the smudged lip gloss, then the fine beads of blood.
"Crying?"
Wen Qingyang saw the crystals rolling down his face in the dim light coming through the car window.
As the saying goes, a man’s tears are a woman’s stimulant.
Wet red corners of the eyes, pink nose, hot cheeks, and a beautiful face with tears in the eyes.
Wen Qingyang then realized that his peach blossom eyes looked fragile and pitiful under the tears, his eyelashes were wet, and every blink was seductive.
It turns out that the gold-rimmed glasses are just to hide the beauty of spring.
She leaned closer: "Did it hurt?"
He couldn't help but pull out the hem of her shirt, and then he moved his hands in along her waistline, teasing and caressing her, moving forward inch by inch.
Tsk, it’s not worse than I imagined.
Be hard where it should be hard, and be soft where it should be soft.
Sui Yi felt a chill on his knuckles. He knew it was a physiological reaction due to his sensitivity to pain, but before he could explain, his waist softened.
Too few tears were not enough to reduce the heat on his face. He shyly grabbed the rebellious arm and said, "Don't..."
Wen Qingyang moved closer and kissed away the frost on his face with great tenderness, but his hands kept pinching it hard, as if he would not stop until he had untied his slender waist.
So the fingers that were grasping his forearm slowly became crossed, and he pursed his lips tightly, not daring to reveal even a single strange sound.
"There's a red spot on your forehead." In a trance, he seemed to hear a hoarse voice whispering in his ear.
Mr. Sui had completely lost his strength. He slowly, slowly, slowly moved his head onto the woman's legs, breathing in small gulps.
"Is it because I hit your forehead earlier?" Wen Qingyang caressed the small red mark affectionately, drawing gentle circles on the skin. "Are you so delicate, young master?"
"I'm older than you."
"It's quite big." She misinterpreted maliciously.
Sui Yi closed his eyes and explained in a very low voice: "It's not that you hit me too hard, it's that I have always had a strong reaction to pain since I was a child."
Wen Qingyang pinched his jaw and looked him over: "Your lips are swollen, and the wound looks quite serious. What a good boy."
She touched his Adam's apple as a reward.
She wasn't so impatient as to tear off his Adam's apple tie, so the black, shiny ribbon was still tied neatly around his neck, though the edges were inevitably a little messy.
The place that had not been caressed for years had already formed a layer of sweat, and was only covered by a thin satin ribbon. Sui Yi was still very embarrassed and quietly turned half of his body to prevent her from touching him.
"Tomorrow is a workday, I have to go back and rest." He murmured.
Wen Qingyang saw through his little thoughts but didn't reveal them. Instead, he was curious: "Are you going to go to work at Sui Corporation every day? The kind where you have to punch in on time and not be late or leave early?"
“…Not really.”
"So you're just sitting at home waiting for dividends and occasionally visiting the company?"
“…Not entirely.”
Sui Yi didn't know what to say.
Wen Qingyang didn't dwell on this topic. While he was letting others do what they wanted, he took off his watch and put it on his wrist, admiring its low-key, luxurious and noble temperament.
He bit his lip secretly, but it hurt so much that he quickly let go.
"My name is Sui Yi."
They kissed and touched each other, but the anchor discovered that she had not yet exchanged names with the man.
That's indeed a bit careless.
Fortunately, this one is simple and easy to deceive.
She reflected a little, but not much, and then lowered her head and asked, "What's the matter? Which one?"
"The heart of the sun."
"The meaning of enjoying life to the fullest—" She fiddled with the slightly open lips under her hand, pressing the wound even harder, and said lightly, "Wen Qingyang."
"Which word..."
When Xiao Sui was about to speak, she accidentally took her fingertip into her mouth, so the tip of her tongue was pulled lightly as a punishment.
She lifted the loose hem of the man's shirt and wrote on his waist and abdomen with her wet fingertips, moving slowly stroke by stroke, torturing the skin under her palms and causing them to tremble slightly.
Sui Yi tried hard to concentrate his consciousness and feel, but it made the situation even more unbearable.
Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, Wen Qingyang reached out and took out an exquisite square box from the front seat and stuffed it into his chest.
"This is?"
"Gift."
When Sui Yi walked into the entrance hall, his legs were still weak.
He staggered onto the sofa, placed the envelope and gift box upright, and opened them gently.
The thin silver chains are decorated with small pearls, which are particularly shiny when stacked together. They are very suitable accessories to express your feelings.
——Judging from the shape, it doesn’t need to be worn on the chest.
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