Guan Ya put her hands on the steering wheel, looked forward, her profile was cold, and she gave a cold drink.
It was a bad night. Although she coyly expressed her unwillingness to come, her younger-looking dress was a true reflection of her heart.
I was secretly looking forward to this dinner party.
However, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. The protagonist of today's dinner is not her, but an inexplicable corpse. Like most girls, she did not come to the house for the first time and was warmly received by her boyfriend's family.
They didn't even bother to ask about their age or family background.
If it were a little girl, she would be crying in the car. Guan Ya is not a little girl, but she just feels aggrieved.
"go out!"
Seeing that Zhang Yuanqing remained motionless, Guan Ya repeated it in an accentuated tone.
After losing her temper, she took a deep breath and said:
"Sorry, Yuanshi, I'm in a bad mood right now. Please go out. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Guan Ya's expression and tone have returned to normal, and she has controlled her emotions very well.
But the calmer she is, the more Zhang Yuanqing can't leave. According to the life coach, the current "gluttal" relationship between him and Guan Ya is all the residual heat brought about by the price of the suit that day.
This "waste heat" will either heat up and ferment, or cool down and fade away, depending on how he operates it.
If this matter is not resolved today, if he holds Guan Ya's hand tomorrow, he will definitely be thrown away, and if he flirts with her the day after tomorrow, she will change the subject with a smile.
Falling short of success.
Guan Ya may not lower her favorable impression of him, but she will think that her image in the hearts of his family is so bad.
Is there a future for falling in love with this man?
Once love becomes rational, it is destined to go further and further, and eventually become ordinary friends.
——This is the original words of the life coach.
"Sister Guan Ya, the one who possessed the Yin Corpse just now was Empress Sandao Mountain. When she came in the killing dungeon, she quietly left a mark on the Demon-Conquering Pestle. As soon as I take it out from reality, her soul will
can come to reality”
Zhang Yuanqing told her everything about Lao Bangzi's arrival.
He believed that with Guan Ya's insight, he should have seen through some clues.
"Empress of Sandao Mountain?" Guan Ya frowned slightly and asked with a worried look on her face: "Will her presence pose a safety hazard to you?"
Zhang Yuanqing shook his head:
"Not for the time being. Centurion released a copy today. He and Elder Dog should come to me tomorrow to consult their opinions."
After a pause, he held Guan Ya's hand and whispered:
"I will explain it to my grandparents so that they won't misunderstand you."
Phew, it would be nice to have a clear explanation. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Guan Ya pull out her hand and say in a calm tone:
"It's best not to deal with a being of this level, even if she seems decent, as long as you have a plan. Yuanshi, please get out of the car first, I should go back."
Huh? Still useless? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned and said with a playful smile:
"I won't leave, Sister Guan Ya, please don't be angry, okay? We haven't eaten yet, so come up with me and I'll make it clear to grandma and the others."
"It's not necessary. It will only be embarrassing if you go up now. Yuanshi, if you really do me good, just get off the car. You are an adult, please be more mature." Guan Ya said lightly.
"Sister Guan Ya, this is just a misunderstanding. It's not that my grandma and the others don't like you, they think I'm the only one who's like that, and it's all my fault."
No matter how Zhang Yuanqing explained it, Guan Ya's face remained cold.
I'm running out of words, how can I coax a girl in this situation? Zhang Yuanqing bared his teeth secretly.
He deeply realized that dating girls and making friends are two different things.
Some things cannot be solved by high emotional intelligence, but more require experience.
My experience was correct. I asked my life coach. Zhang Yuanqing secretly took out his mobile phone, opened the chat software, and sent a message for help to Lingjun.
——This was what he carried in his pocket when he played back the magic pestle.
Yuanshi Tianzun: "I have a relationship problem with Guan Ya. I invited her to my house for dinner tonight. Due to some accidents, another female friend was also present. My family thought that I was in two different situations and was not enthusiastic about her.
, and then, because of some things, my family didn’t have a very good impression of her. The scene at that time was so embarrassing that I couldn’t explain it in just a few words.”
Yuanshi Tianzun: "I have already explained the female friend's problem to her, and promised to explain it to her in front of her family to save her image. But it doesn't seem to work. Her attitude is very cold. I don't know how to coax her or what to do.
Waiting online, it’s quite urgent.”
He sent two messages in succession.
Ten seconds later, the phone vibrated and Lingjun's reply came.
Lingjun: "Most men in this world always feel that they can reason with their girlfriends. They always think that they are reasonable and their girlfriends should not get angry, but they ignore emotions. Just like when we lost our temper when we were children, our parents
Is it useful to reason with us? It’s not useful. Any child who is willing to listen to his parents’ reasoning is afraid of the stick in his parents’ hands.”
Yuanshi Tianzun: "Please stop talking nonsense!"
Lingjun: "Your description is too vague. First of all, I want to confirm that the female friend's question has been clearly explained. Did she believe it? Or is she just perfunctory with you? If you are the reason why she lost control of her mood, then I suggest you be sincere.
Apologize, or cry with remorse, show your attitude first, and then leave. Don't pester, because at this time, the woman doesn't want to see you, she needs to calm down."
Yuanshi Tianzun: "It's definitely not my problem. In addition, I have explained clearly the matter of female friends."
Lingjun: "So, the reason for her emotional problems is that your family has a bad impression of her. She is anxious and even has thoughts of giving up on herself. She just wants to escape quickly. To be more pessimistic, she even wants to distance herself from you.
limit."
Yuanshi Tianzun: "I told you, I will explain it to her."
Lingjun: "No, no, no, it's the most basic thing to explain to her. A dinner full of expectations has turned out like this. Think about what she needs most now? It's your promise, your comfort, your care. Big
Some women are actually sensible, but when it comes to relationships, they tend to get emotional easily, so men need to explain first and then appease their emotions."
Yuanshi Tianzun: "I know, I tried to coax her, but it doesn't work."
Lingjun: "Kiss her more intensely. Let her know your thoughts and let her understand your feelings for her. If sweet words don't work, express your love in a more intense way. Come on, young man. No
You’re talking, I’m having dinner with my girlfriend.”
Kiss her?
Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but glance at Guan Ya. Except for the day he left the killing dungeon, when he couldn't help kissing Lao Siji, he had neither experience nor courage in kissing.
Being able to forcefully kiss a girl anytime, anywhere without any psychological pressure is either a pervert or a veteran in love.
Zhang Yuanqing is neither.
Just when he was hesitating, Guan Ya exploded, gritting her teeth and saying:
"It's really embarrassing. You took the trouble to chase me down. Now it's okay. I'm not angry anymore. Please go home and play with your mobile phone, Mr. Zhang."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that Zhang Yuanqing seemed to have made up some kind of determination and came closer to her with a risk-taking expression. He reached out to hold her face and took a bite.
Guan Ya's eyes widened for a moment. She was stunned, confused and caught off guard, making her forget to resist. After a few seconds, her eyes trembled and she came to her senses.
She pushed hard and hit the little boy's shoulders and chest. Fortunately, everyone was in the realm of saints. If it were an ordinary man, his sternum and shoulder bones would have been smashed to death by Guan Ya.
It's still the same softness and the same fragrance, but the force of the blow is much heavier than last time. Zhang Yuanqing bit Lao Si Ji's lips, took a breath, and then sucked harder. Considering that the other party was in a forced state,
Reluctantly, I didn't dare to stick out my tongue for fear of being bitten.
But a girl's moist, warm and soft lips are already better than the delicacies in the world.
After all, Guan Ya was unwilling to use "violence" against him, otherwise a finger of sword energy would make Yuanshi Tianzun feel chilled.
She put her hands on Zhang Yuanqing's chest, pushed her head back, and tried to escape.
She leaned back, and Zhang Yuanqing leaned forward, biting Guan Ya's lips tightly.
Until Guan Ya's retreating head hit the car window, her posture changed to half falling and half lying down, while Zhang Yuanqing's upper body had already fallen onto the driver's seat, holding the seat with both hands.
"Woo, woo."
Guan Ya was ashamed and angry, with a low whimper coming from her throat.
In the dark and narrow car, the rapid breathing of the two people echoed, and the sound of "sizzling" was heard from time to time.
Guan Ya's body gradually softened, the intensity of beating and pushing weakened, the blush crept onto her cheeks and ears, her fierce eyes gradually became blurred, covered with a layer of water mist, and her eyes were as charming as silk.
A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing raised his head and left Guan Ya's mouth.
Guan Ya was half-lying and leaning against the car door, her cheeks were hot, her breath was coming out of her slightly red and swollen mouth, and her plump chest and abdomen were rising and falling violently.
Zhang Yuanqing half-supported the seat, leaned forward, put his head on the roof of the car, and panted slightly.
The two of them stared at each other, one with silky eyes, the other with fiery eyes.
Do it again. Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva, freed up a hand, inserted it under Guan Ya's buttocks, lifted her up from the seat with a slight lift.
He collapsed and led Guan Ya back to the passenger seat.
The space of the sports car was too narrow, and the two bodies were close to each other. Zhang Yuanqing could clearly feel the fullness and softness of Guan Ya's breasts. He lowered the back of the seat and tried to expand the space as much as possible so that Guan Ya's upper body could be completely pressed against him.
He held Guan Ya's buttocks with one hand, kneading the elastic but extremely soft buttocks, and put his other hand into the T-shirt, caressing the delicate and smooth jade back, and touched the strap of the bra.
From the beginning to the end, Guan Ya did not resist.
Zhang Yuanqing took Guan Ya's lips in his mouth again. This time, he boldly stuck out his tongue and teased the lilac uvula behind the teeth.
Guan Ya was reluctant at first and dodged awkwardly, but as his caressed her, her hormones gradually secreted and she became more and more emotional. She began to give in half-heartedly, and finally responded fiercely.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanqing felt his lips and tongue numb, and finally he held Guan Ya's face and ended the long kiss.
Lao Si Ji, whose eyes were half-closed, opened his eyes slightly to look at him, as if he had some unfinished thoughts, and then buried his head in his chest, and the two of them panted slightly.
After about ten seconds of silence, Zhang Yuanqing put his arms around Guan Ya's waist and whispered:
"Sister Guan Ya, please take me home. I can imagine that my grandpa and grandma have prepared the torture tools and are waiting for me to go back and throw themselves into the trap. Alas, my grandpa has been a police sergeant all his life. I can't help but feel ashamed.
I don’t know how to explain the matter of Empress Sandaoshan.”
Guan Ya hummed softly.
Zhang Yuanqing felt that there was no resentment in her heart. To be precise, it was the tenderness and sweetness between the lovers that suppressed the resentment and anger.
Lingjun was right, a hearty kiss was far more useful than explanations, and allowed her to understand a man's thoughts better.
But verbal comfort is also indispensable. Zhang Yuanqing said:
"My grandpa and grandma are sensible. We will go up and explain things clearly later."
"You go, I'm not going." Guan Ya rolled her eyes.
His tone has changed drastically from before. Before, he was cold and distant, but now he is coquettish and angry.
"also!"
Zhang Yuanqing carefully rubbed Guan Ya's tight and delicate waist, and her T-shirt was unknowingly lifted up to her chest, revealing a large area of white and delicate skin.
The waist is narrow and thin, the waistline is attractive, and the extremely low body fat makes the skin feel tight and smooth.
Guan Ya seemed to have remembered something, raised her charming oval face, and glared at Zhang Yuanqing:
"Why is your aunt targeting me?"
"Really?" Zhang Yuanqing looked confused: "I thought she didn't lie. Didn't you tell her that at the time?"
Guan Ya coldly snorted:
"I am a scout. How can she hide her little thoughts from my eyes? She just wants to drive me away and make your grandparents hate me."
Zhang Yuanqing was immediately furious:
"Okay, this Jiang Yu'er is secretly targeting you. No one wants you, so he can't bear to see me find a beautiful and virtuous girlfriend. Do you want me to hang her up and beat her when I get back?"
Guan Ya looked at him for a few times, curled her lips and said:
"No sincerity."
Forget it, aunts belong to the category of seven aunts and eight aunts, and the meaning of the existence of seven aunts and eight aunts is to be disliked by others.
Suddenly her eyes widened and she said angrily:
"Don't stab me with your three-centimeter heirloom."
As she spoke, she changed her position, trying to avoid something, but the space in the sports car was so large, and she was tall, so she couldn't avoid that annoying thing.
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing was unconvinced and said:
"It's obviously a thirty centimeter heirloom."
"Oh, a thirty-centimeter needle. Hmm~ You, I'm really angry if you push it again."
"Then don't move. If you move again, the soft seat will become the socket."
After a moment of peace, Guan Ya suddenly said:
"What's going on with that female ghost who calls you husband?"
Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely, what is supposed to come will come, and settling old scores is a common skill of women.
"That was the boss of the haunted house level in Jinshui Amusement Park. I later adopted him as his spiritual servant. It was her setting to call me husband, but in fact our relationship is very innocent."
"real?"
"What's the matter with your questioning look? My surname is Zhang, not Ning." Zhang Yuanqing said plausibly and aboveboard.
He and the ghost bride are indeed pure.
"What about your infernal corpse? The spirit servant possesses the infernal corpse." Guan Ya stopped talking, she believed that Yuan Shi could understand what she meant.
"I see vulgarity, perversion, and evil in your eyes. People can't, at least they shouldn't. Besides, my surname is Zhang, not Xu."
"What does this have to do with Xu?"
"You don't need to know."
After lying on him and muttering for a few minutes, Guan Ya climbed up from the little boy, sat back in the driver's seat, pulled down the hem of his T-shirt, and pulled down the makeup mirror embedded in the sun visor. While arranging his clothes, he looked towards
I looked in the mirror and realized that my mouth was swollen.
It's red and swollen, no wonder my mouth feels numb.
The second time I kissed in my life, I ended up kissing like this.
"Get out of here quickly, I'm going home."
Guan Ya said angrily.
Zhang Yuanqing nervously typed in the password and opened the security door.
The lights in the living room were bright and dinner was over. Grandpa was sitting at the main seat, drinking tea with his head down in silence. My uncle and his family did not leave. My aunt and my aunt were sitting in the living room watching TV with my aunt, while my uncle and cousin drank tea with my grandfather.
Grandma is washing dishes in the kitchen.
After the meal was over, people didn't leave. It's self-evident why.
Hearing the sound of the security door opening, the three men at the dining table and the two women in the living room looked over.
Grandpa looked at his grandson who entered the living room expressionlessly, and his voice was cold and majestic: "Come here!"
Zhang Yuanqing walked over obediently.
Grandpa's face was serious: "What's going on with those two girls? Which one is your girlfriend?"
"Guan Ya is my girlfriend, and the other one is really an ordinary friend." Zhang Yuanqing explained.
"Why would an ordinary friend come to the house? She can still enter the house. Either you brought her in or you told her the password. As an ordinary friend, you told her the password to unlock the door?"
Grandma came out of the kitchen and asked questions repeatedly.
This, this, you are getting older, is your logic too rigorous? Zhang Yuanqing didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
If this matter can be resolved, it would be very disrespectful to the intelligence of the retired police chief and his wife.
Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to say:
"Guan Ya is indeed my girlfriend, but she is quite shy, and because she has met you before, she hesitates to come. Then I want to find a good friend to come to my house to make up for my time. Unexpectedly, Guan Ya herself
here we go again"
"Is it just a good relationship?" Grandpa sneered: "I have a close relationship with you, right?"
Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head, as if his thoughts were being read.
The real girlfriend didn't want to come, so she found someone with an ambiguous relationship to pretend to be with him. Everyone would understand when he showed up like this.
The aunt sitting on the sofa immediately lectured:
"Motoko, you're wrong. When you're in love, just fall in love properly. Young people can't be careless."
"I know, auntie." Zhang Yuanqing responded and assured his grandfather:
"I won't do this again."
Grandpa's expression suddenly improved and he snorted:
"Next time you let me know you are like this, I will break your legs."
Elders are biased and have double standards. Even the upright retired police chief can only give a stern warning.
Grandma was more partial to double standards, and immediately put aside her grandson's crime of having two boats, and asked:
"What's going on with Guan Ya? Is what Yu'er said true?"
Zhang Yuanqing turned to glare at his aunt and said angrily:
"Grandma, don't listen to her nonsense. It's true that Guan Ya and I met during Brother Bing's case and were in contact with each other in private. But that time at Pingtai Hospital, she was investigating the case.
"At that time, someone saw a wanted criminal at Pingtai Hospital. It was suspected that an accomplice worked in the hospital. She was a security guard, so she pretended to be pregnant and asked the doctors in the hospital for information."
When grandma heard this, she remembered that a terrorist attack had indeed occurred in Pingtai Hospital. "Wonkyun, is it true?"
Chen Yuanjun rubbed the deep "Sichuan" lines between his eyebrows: "She and I are not in the same system, but what Yuanzi said should be fine."
"So that's it." Grandma glared at her daughter fiercely: "You're just talking nonsense. Such a grown-up person can't speak with his brains."
Jiang Yuyi ignored her mother's scolding. She looked at Zhang Yuanqing silently. There was no sadness or joy in her dark eyes, and she was calm. But in the deeper eyes, there seemed to be something hidden, like sadness, helplessness, pain, and unwillingness.
.Zhang Yuanqing felt flustered for no reason.
At this time, grandma was a little embarrassed and said ashamedly:
"Then, let's invite her home for dinner next time. Motoko, I haven't eaten dinner yet. I'll heat it up for you."
"No, it's a hot day, just eat like this." Zhang Yuanqing sat down and picked up the rice that he had just eaten two bites. It was already cold, and so were the dishes.
"Husband."
Before he could enjoy his dinner, the Ghost Bride, who had been watching the whole farce in the living room, floated over faintly and resentfully, and said sadly:
"That woman is your fiancée?"
Zhang Yuanqing covered the corners of his mouth and whispered:
"Concubine, it's my concubine."
It’s true, after you’ve coaxed people, you’ll also have to deceive ghosts.
late at night.
On the rooftop of a certain residential building, the evening breeze blew softly, blowing the black hair and the bright red skirt.
On the edge of the rooftop, a woman wearing a silver mask sat. Her Song Dynasty-style dress was complicated and gorgeous, with gold thread sleeves and cloud patterns on the sleeves and chest.
The eyes under the silver mask stared blankly at the bright night scene below. The sultry and noisy day was over, but the night did not bring tranquility to the city.
Neon lights converged into a winding road, and cars with high beams on were flowing under the street lights.
And among the roads composed of neon lights, there are tall buildings rising from the ground, and pedestrians are walking downstairs.
People in the building and people downstairs are all enjoying their own time.
The Master of the Palace of Killings gently swayed her jade-white feet under her skirt, looking at the night scene in a daze.
Until subtle footsteps sounded from the stairs, a middle-aged man with an afro, a big belly, and a slovenly appearance climbed the stairs and came to the rooftop.
"Palace Master!"
The great sage Qingpin bowed and said: "The information you are looking for, Guan Ya, a member of the second team of Kangyang District, has been collected."
He paused and said:
"Guan Ya is from the Lingjing family, a child of the Fu family, and she and Fu Qingyang are cousins. Her mother is the younger sister of the current head of the Fu family, Lingjing ID Fu Xue.
"Her father is a second-level prosecutor of the Tianpu Organization and holds real power. The two are currently divorced, but neither has remarried. Moreover, the prosecutor still has many business dealings with the Fu family, which is a relatively close relationship.
A strong ally.
"It is still unclear why Guan Ya came to Songhai to work, but her subordinates asked people within the Five Elements Alliance to check her personal information and found that her personal credit report was blacklisted.
"She seems not to be favored by the Fu family, and she relies on Fu Qingyang to support her in Songhai. The specific reason is too short and cannot be verified."
The Master of the Killing Palace turned his back to him and said calmly:
"That's enough! You go back first."
The mad sage bowed and resigned.
When he returned to the stairs, the sound of light footsteps became farther and farther until they disappeared. Palace Master Zhisha looked at the night scene and suddenly said:
"He has been promoted to a saint."
From the dark staircase, a lazy laughter came:
"I know, this means our plan is on track."
The Master of the Killing Palace held the edge of the rooftop with both hands, still did not look back, and murmured to himself:
"I often wonder whether it was the right choice to give him the role of the Demon Lord. Maybe he can live a happier and more relaxed life."
The voice at the top of the stairs put away his lazy smile and said in an extremely serious tone:
"Only he can digest the opportunity of the Demon King. He is a natural night wandering god. He inherited his father's talent."
"But it is also possible that he will make the same mistake as his father." The master of the Killing Palace said in a low voice.
"What happened to you today?" the voice said solemnly.
The Master of the Killing Palace did not answer.
After a brief silence, the voice said:
"You used your mind power as a needle and your own soul as a thread to sew up his incomplete spiritual body, but this is only a temporary measure. He cannot survive without inheriting the Demon Lord's character card. This is his fate.
"In order to save him, your soul was damaged, your temperament changed drastically, you fell from the master realm to a saint, and finally recovered some of your strength. You have done so much for him, but now you feel that you should give him a stable life?"
The Master of the Killing Palace said softly:
"I just feel that he has suddenly grown up, and maybe I don't have to be the one by his side."
"Put away your stupid thoughts." The voice at the top of the stairs said:
"When he inherits everything from the Demon Lord, the prophecy of the Bright Compass will be fulfilled. The days of peace will not last long. In the war between the camps, there will be only life and death, and there will be no coexistence. He has no way out, and neither do we."
"I understand," the Lord of the Killing Palace raised his powerful wrist to bully frost and snow, waved it, and said, "Get out!"
There was no sound at the dark staircase.
The next day, Zhang Yuanqing got up with a yawn and happily took out his mobile phone, intending to send a morning greeting message to Guan Ya.
But when he opened the chat software, the first thing he saw was Baiyi Shengxue's profile picture, and an unread message:
"Come to Fujiawan!"
Fu Qingyang is calling him.
Is Centurion finished resting? Zhang Yuanqing silently exited the chat software, logged into the official forum, and checked the forum posts.
