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The wipers rustled, and the atmosphere in the car was silent.

Linchuan looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror. They were each sitting at both ends of the car window. Shang Jie looked out the window silently. The rapid street lights cage his eyes from time to time.

Jiang Xingxing, who was at the far right, was dozing off on the car window glass, with his forehead pounced like a woodpecker.

Linchuan wanted to break the awkward atmosphere, so he turned on the car audio and prepared to play some music.

"The next one is Mr. Wang from the end number 9809. He ordered the song "Intimate Lover" and gave it to her wife. He hopes that his wife will always be like a happy bird, and he is willing to be a big tree to protect her and shelter her from the wind and rain. Then we also wish Mr. Wang and his wife can live the long journey of their lives together..."

Jiang Xingxing opened his sleepy eyes and Shang Jie said, "It's closed, noisy."

What the implication is that I didn’t see the wife going to sleep?

So Linchuan turned off the speaker obediently.

The cold wind outside the window leaked in, Jiang Xingxing shivered and instinctively hugged his elbow with his hands.

Her clothes were thin and curled up at this moment, and the concave and convex parts of her body were even more obvious. He couldn't help but take a look.

Jiang Xingxing sneezes twice in a row and covered his mouth.

At this time, the black tweed windbreaker suddenly fell on her, and the clothes still had his remaining warmth.

Jiang Xingxing looked at Shang Jie in surprise. His white shirt outlined Shang Jie's straight and symmetrical upper body. He adjusted his wrist and sleeves, but he didn't even look at her.

"Mr. Shang, I'm not cold."

She said and sneezes again.

Shang Jie closed his eyes and began to sleep, so Jiang Xingxing obediently put on his windbreaker coat. The coat was wide and covered her petite body. The sleeves were a little longer than her arm. She stretched out her hand with difficulty and pulled the collar to wrap herself up.

His breath was filled with his smell, very refreshing, and his clothes were filled with his remaining warmth, very warm.

So Jiang Xingxing moved towards Shang Jie. Seeing that he had no reaction, she sat next to him.

Linchuan politely adjusted the rearview mirror and avoided the two people in the back seat of the car.

Jiang Xingxing obediently placed his head on Shang Jie's shoulder. Shang Jie slowly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the woman beside him.

She snuggled beside him like a clingy cat, her little head resting on his shoulders, her eyebrows and eyes were soft, without any intention or flattery. She completely regarded him as her husband, relying on and trusting him.

Shang Jie has been upset about what he just said. Those words are just hoping that she will give up, not really wanting to hurt her.

But this woman did not take the initiative to file for divorce from him as he wanted. She leaned quietly on his shoulder and treated him as a harbor for her shelter from the wind and rain.

Shang Jie could clearly feel that this woman needed him, both financially and emotionally.

The environment Shang Jie was in since childhood made him develop the values ​​of being the strong. In such a wealthy family, his cousins ​​and cousins, along with their side branches, are relatives and competitors.

The heroic hand of a deer is to be strong and to be independent, and to be indifferent can one protect oneself. The iron-blooded wrist is the key to victory. Any useless relationship should be restrained and abandoned.

And when this woman leaned against him, he never had a moment of enjoying the feeling of being depended on.

It was so sweet.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of Wangjiang Villa. Jiang Xingxing was already sleeping on his shoulder, so Shang Jie had no intention of getting off the car.

Linchuan looked back at him, and Shang Jie gave him a look of silence.

However, the golden retriever at home was excited when he heard the sound of the car and shouted at the car in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Jiang Xingxing opened his eyes and found that he was asleep leaning against Shang Jie's shoulder. He was a little embarrassed. He quickly got out of the car. The golden retriever rushed to her and stuck out his tongue happily and circled around her.

She touched its fluffy hair, turned around and looked at Shang Jie in surprise: "You agree that it has entered the house."

Shang Jie pretended not to know, turned around and scolded the butler: "Who let the dog come in?"

housekeeper:……

It's really like it, why don't you win an Oscar?

"I took the initiative to let the dog in."

The butler got into the role for ten seconds and said calmly: "It was so pitiful that it was wet from the rain outside, so I put it in. But please rest assured that it has been washed and will not dirty the floor."

"Not to be an example."

After Shang Jie finished speaking, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Jiang Xingxing said to the butler: "Thank you, thank you very much."

The housekeeper smiled bitterly, thinking that if he had no permission from Mr. Shang, he would not dare to take the initiative to put the dog in his own home without his permission.

Unfortunately, Mr. Shang was awkward and he didn't dare to say anything more.

...

In the spacious bathtub, the servant put a full tank of hot water for Jiang Xingxing.

The bath pool is shaped like a hot spring pool, and it also has its own massage with fluctuating water flow.

Jiang Xingxing lay inside, his whole body completely relaxed. The hot water soaked her cold skin inch by inch, and her face turned red.

...

The servant knocked on the bathroom door at the door: "Madam, you have been soaking for almost an hour."

There was no response, so the maid knocked on Shang Jie's bedroom door.

Shang Jie was reading at night, brewing sleepiness.

"Young master, madam... she took an hour's bath and didn't move. Don't you fall asleep."

Commercial Ring:...

So, do you have to ask him about such a small matter now?

"You guys go in and take a look."

Shang Jie said impatiently: "Don't ask me everything."

So the maid ran out and after half a minute, she ran back again: "Master, Madam, she really fell asleep and she slept very well."

Commercial Ring:...

He put down the book and glanced at the maid indifferently: "So?"

The maid said in embarrassment: "Master, do you want to go over and carry your wife out in person? If this continues, you will catch a cold."

Shang Jie said impatiently: "I can't work for you now?"

The maid wandered and said, "Young Master, you never liked us to touch our ladies before. When the lady was drunk, you would personally take a shower."

Commercial Ring:...

Too much!

He rubbed his forehead, feeling quite troubled: "Catch her up, don't let me say it for the third time, don't..." He paused: "Don't let her catch a cold."

The maid ran out with the order.

A few minutes later, the door of the room was pushed open again, and the hard-shelled book in Shang Jie's hand was slapped on the table: "So what's wrong!"

The girl was startled by the heavy blow and shivered instinctively.

Shang Jie raised his head and realized that this time it was not a maid, but Jiang Xingxing.

Her black and wet hair drooped on her shoulders, her suspender pajamas revealed her fair and round shoulders, and her face was filled with a hint of flush after taking a shower.

He felt his throat a little dry and itchy, turned his head and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"No."

Jiang Xingxing walked in as if nothing had happened, holding a hair dryer in his hand, sat in front of the mirror and started blowing his hair.

Shang Jie's eyes moved with her figure, like a male beast in an occupied territory, and asked cautiously: "What are you doing?"

The hair dryer made a buzzing noise, and she turned her back to him and continued to blow her hair, not seeming to hear what he said.

Shang Jie turned his head away and suddenly felt like he was hitting soft cotton with one punch, and there was no place to vent his strength in his body.

She seemed to have regarded his bedroom as her room and herself as his wife, so she came to his room so naturally to blow her hair.

Finally, the buzzing hair dryer stopped. Shang Jie pinched his forehead and said to her weakly: "Go back to your bed."

Jiang Xingxing was applying skin care cream, his fair and slender hands rubbed each other. Hearing this, he looked at Shang Jie and inexplicably showed a hint of shyness.

"good."

She stood up straight, came to Shang Jie's big dark blue bed, lay down, took the sheet to cover herself, and then secretly looked at him.

That delicate feeling, do you think he couldn't wait to drive her to the bed to do something?

Shang Jie really didn't know what to do with her, so he said patiently: "I mean back to your own bed."

Jiang Xingxing said blankly: "This is my bed."

Shang Jie stood up and walked to the bed, looked down at her from a high place, and said coldly: "We are just nominal couples."

Jiang Xingxing lowered his head, his eyes moved left and right for a moment, and it was obvious that she was very nervous. Her fingers clenched the quilt and muttered in a low voice: "It's obviously not."

Last night, I don’t know who was exerting force and kissing her while saying that I love her so much, and I wish I could stuff myself into it.
To be continued...