To see if a woman is top-notch, three looks are enough. At the first look, look at the figure, from bottom to top, with thin calves, straight thighs, and a soft waist. Only then is it worth taking a second look. The second look must be at the hair. If the hair quality is dark,
Bright and smooth, it means that this woman has a high taste in life, so she has passed the second level; the third look is to look at the skin. If it can be as smooth as gelatin, even if the woman looks ordinary, she will not be bad.
Where to go.
Fang Zhicheng glanced at the woman sitting in the back row through the rearview mirror. This woman was very attractive and fit the category of the best. In addition to having the above three advantages, she also had a special temperament. She was as elegant as an orchid, and she sat indifferently.
Sitting quietly there, the whole car is filled with a kind of aroma, which is like a spiritual smell that penetrates into your heart and makes you feel itchy.
——Practice driving with a beautiful woman, which makes the gloomy mood at work disappear:
Not long ago, Fang Zhicheng was admitted to the Secretary Division of the Municipal Party Committee Office with first place in the written examination, second place in the interview, and first overall score. However, after Deng Nengren, deputy secretary-general of the Municipal Party Committee and director of the office, looked at his resume, he still found fault.
"Xiao Fang's overall quality is good in all aspects, but there are still some shortcomings. He actually doesn't have a driver's license. To be a qualified secretary, you need to be a decathlon, and a driver's license is a necessary piece of hardware for a secretary."
Fang Zhicheng's establishment quota was originally tailor-made for another person, but because his written test scores were so good, he squeezed out that established competitor. After Fang Zhicheng was hired, Deng Nengren naturally couldn't
This would cause Fang Zhicheng to disrupt his plans again, so he used critical comments to remove him from the list of candidates for municipal party committee secretary and secretary.
After just a few days on the job, he was criticized and suppressed by the top boss in the office. Fang Zhicheng had no choice but to suppress his anger and register at the driving school, preparing to get a driver's license in the shortest possible time - didn't you say that I don't have a driver's license? When I got the driver's license,
Call you to death with a green notebook!
There were four people who came to practice driving together today. In addition to Fang Zhicheng and the woman whom the coach called "Mr. Zhao," there were also two middle-aged men. From the looks they shot at Mr. Zhao, it could be seen that
The looming heat.
But Mr. Zhao seemed very calm, not angry because of the two people's rudeness. The corners of her mouth turned up in an imperceptible arc, and she stretched out her hand to press the corners of her black skirt. Her legs were overlapped, but she still couldn't hide the fluidity under her flesh-colored stockings.
The lines are full of mystery.
Women always have vanity. The more others appreciate her, the more satisfied she will be - Fang Zhicheng guessed.
"You've done a good job practicing the small square car. Please pay attention and watch carefully. One step, two hooks, three hits, and four hoots!" The coach said with satisfaction when he saw that Fang Zhicheng was learning quickly.
Fang Zhicheng smiled modestly and said: "The main reason for this is that our coach teaches well. The golden name of Yinzhou's chief coach is not just bragging!"
The coach was flattered, and a smile couldn't help appearing on his face. He secretly thought that this kid has a sweet mouth. If he is such a good person, I might as well give you more time to practice.
Half an hour later, Fang Zhicheng took the initiative to ask for a substitution. The coach asked Mr. Zhao to give it a try. Mr. Zhao seemed not very good at it. The car stalled several times in five minutes. The coach shook his head helplessly and asked the other two to take turns practicing.
The space in the back seat was very narrow. After Mr. Zhao got into the car, Fang Zhicheng was squeezed in the middle. The car drove to the dirt road and the car body bumped violently. Fang Zhicheng's shoulder inadvertently touched Mr. Zhao's body, which made the interior of the car originally attractive.
The fragrance is more intense.
The collar of Mr. Zhao's coat was cut low. Fang Zhicheng glanced at it, and the large white area under his slender neck was clearly visible. He quickly looked away, but the soft feeling of cotton coming from his elbow became more and more clear.
"I'm sorry! The road was too bumpy and I bumped into you." Fang Zhicheng shifted his weight and said like a humble gentleman.
Mr. Zhao was startled for a moment, smiled calmly, and said: "It doesn't matter, the place is not big, is it uncomfortable to sit? It's okay to come to my side..."
A woman like Mr. Zhao has a deep background and cannot be touched easily - although the rose is beautiful, it unfortunately has thorns. Fang Zhicheng is self-aware, but he does not push too far. He smiled coquettishly and moved his butt forward.
He moved and put his hands on the back of the front seat to keep his body stable.
After practicing driving, it was already evening when I returned to the driving school. After everyone dispersed, Mr. Zhao suddenly called out to Fang Zhicheng, "Xiao Fang, can you help me?"
Mr. Zhao was taciturn along the way. Fang Zhicheng did not expect Mr. Zhao to take the initiative to talk to him. He was very surprised and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Zhao, what can I do for you?"
Looking at Mr. Zhao from the front, there is no sense of distance and she is very friendly. From the appearance, she is actually not very old, only about 25 or 26 years old. She is tall, has white and moist skin, delicate and small facial features, and two willow eyebrows like crescent moons.
, the voice is very pleasant, gentle and soft, slightly magnetic.
Mr. Zhao pointed at a silver-gray BMW parked not far away. He took out a car key from a red leather bag and said, "Can you help me drive the car back?"
In 2004, there were only a handful of BMWs with Yinzhou license plates. Fang Zhicheng secretly thought that this was indeed a rich woman, and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Zhao, I haven't got my driver's license yet? If you let me drive, will you rest assured?"
Mr. Zhao hooked his hair on his temples with his little finger and said with a smile, "I trust my intuition. You can send me home safely."
Whether it was because he was brave enough or because he was fascinated by the vixen, Fang Zhicheng actually took the car keys from Mr. Zhao after a slight hesitation.
Mr. Zhao was sitting in the back row and took out a dressing box from his bag. He glanced at Fang Zhicheng from the corner of his eye from time to time. She also had mixed feelings in her heart, because today's encounter on the coach was actually carefully planned by her. Fang Zhicheng still has it so far.
Being kept in the dark.
And what should she do next? Let this young man replace him and fill the vacancy in her heart?
After hurriedly trying for a while, Fang Zhicheng drove out of the driving school. Mr. Zhao sat in the back seat, touching up his makeup in front of the mirror, and asked softly and casually: "Do you know why I asked you to take me home?"
"Do you think I feel safe when driving a car?" Fang Zhicheng said nonsense, his palms holding the steering wheel were sweating, but his mind was racing with thoughts, thinking to himself, you are deliberately "catching" me!
"Because you look a lot like my ex-boyfriend." Mr. Zhao said playfully.
Fang Zhicheng suppressed the heat in his heart and pretended to be angry: "Mr. Zhao, don't be ridiculous, I'm not easily fooled!"
"My name is Zhao Qingya, please call me Sister Ya from now on." Zhao Qingya's mood changed quickly, and she suddenly said sadly, "You have given me a favor today. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me directly."
After saying that, she stretched out her beautiful hand from the back row, stuffed a business card, and put it in Fang Zhicheng's pocket.
The journey was uneventful, and the BMW drove into the Jinjiayuan community and finally stopped in front of a villa. There was a garden in the villa, and several tulips were in full bloom, but the sky was a bit unsightly. As soon as the two got out of the car, dark clouds covered them.
Next, the surroundings became gloomy for a moment. After a few muffled thunders, lightning tore through the sky, and a storm was about to come.
Walking into the villa, Zhao Qingya called the driver and said to Fang Zhicheng: "The driver is on his way to me. Go in and have a cup of tea. The driver will take you back later."
"Then don't bother Sister Ya." Fang Zhicheng nodded in agreement while looking around.
The villa is extremely high-end decorated, with marble floors, crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling, and a pair of Qing Dynasty porcelain vases standing in the corner. You can tell at a glance that it is of great value.
Zhao Qingya brought out two cups of coffee, and Fang Zhicheng took a sip. It tasted very good and said with a smile: "I have never had such a fragrant coffee."
"If you are free in the future, I will come over often. Sister, I will brew it for you to drink." Zhao Qingya stared at Fang Zhicheng, seemingly in a trance. For some reason, her hand shook and the coffee spilled out and dripped on her chest.
, scattered into a ball of stains.
She wiped her clothes twice with a tissue and found that it was not clean. She sighed softly, put the coffee cup aside, got up and went to the bedroom next to the living room.
There was lightning and thunder outside, and the rain was much heavier than expected. The bedroom door was not closed tightly, and the lights were on. The light flowing from the crack in the door swayed on the marble floor. It could be guessed that it was Zhao Qingya's figure, which was sparse.
Look, she seems to be changing clothes.
This suggestion was too naked? Fang Zhicheng felt his blood surge.
And Zhao Qingya slowed down the pace of changing clothes, feeling her soul trembling, leaving a door open for him. Can the boy seize the opportunity?
Fang Zhicheng subconsciously moved a few steps toward the door, but in the end he still couldn't make up his mind. Reason still defeated impulse.
He drank the coffee in one gulp, and in order to divert his attention, he walked around the living room, and finally his eyes fell on a group photo on the bookshelf - his eyebrows and heartbeat jumped, and he was surprised, but also felt a supernatural feeling
.
In the photo, Zhao Qingya is younger, holding a young man on her arm. The young man looks about 70% similar to her.
Just at this moment, Zhao Qingya coughed from behind, and Fang Zhicheng came back to his senses.
Zhao Qingya had already changed her clothes. She was wearing a white bottoming shirt. She had a plump figure and smooth lines. She showed all the charm of a mature lady. She sighed: "This is my first boyfriend. He looks a lot like you, right?"
Fang Zhicheng could vaguely see the fiery red long belt that tightened his shoulders under the white thin clothes, and he was a little dazed, as if it was there or not. He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "At first, I thought Sister Ya was teasing me...
…”
"I'm not that boring!" Seeing Fang Zhicheng's face turn red, Zhao Qingya deliberately teased, "How about you become him and be my boyfriend?"
Fang Zhicheng's mouth opened wide, not knowing how to answer. Zhao Qingya is very beautiful, and no man can refuse such an invitation, but letting herself become a substitute for his first love boyfriend is too unacceptable! Fang Zhicheng stared at Zhao blankly.
Look elegantly.
"I'm just teasing you! Idiot!" Zhao Qingya saw Fang Zhicheng looking at her infatuatedly, her face turned red, she poked his forehead with her finger, and said with a low voice.
"Sister Ya, you have such a beautiful smile!" Fang Zhicheng felt a surge of courage in his heart and grabbed her soft fingers by accident. At the same time, he reached out to wrap his arms around Zhao Qingya's waist, and his eyes met Zhao Qingya's absent-mindedness.
beautiful eyes...
Zhao Qingya was shocked by Fang Zhicheng's behavior. She seemed to have returned to the past, as if in a dream.
At that time, he also hugged himself like this, making his breathing quicken, and Xia Fei's cheeks...
More than ten seconds passed, and the two of them seemed to be able to hear the beating of each other's hearts. Fang Zhicheng actually had the urge to lean over and kiss Zhao Qingya's delicate red lips.
The phone rang just in time. Zhao Qingya regained her senses, pushed Fang Zhicheng away, gently smoothed her trembling chest, and answered the call.
After hanging up the phone, she pursed her lips and said with a smile: "The driver is waiting outside. The rain is not that heavy. You can go back."
Fang Zhicheng sighed secretly, feeling that there was still lingering fragrance in his arms. He suppressed many doubts in his heart and said goodbye to Zhao Qingya with a smile, as if nothing had happened just now.
Waiting for the BMW to drive away from the door of the villa, Zhao Qingya held a cup of coffee, squinted her eyes, stared at the flower garden outside the window, and whispered to herself: "He is as sunny and handsome as you were five years ago, but I know that after all, he is not
you……"
After returning home, Fang Zhicheng kept flipping through the business card in his hand "General Manager of Yuhu Restaurant—Zhao Qingya" and pressed the number on the keyboard several times with his fingers, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to call.
The showers were still falling intermittently, the windows were not closed tightly, and the sound of gurgling water came from the balcony. Fang Zhicheng walked to the balcony, pulled up the window, and the phone in his pocket vibrated, indicating that he had received a text message.
"The Huainan Provincial Meteorological Observatory issued an orange warning for heavy rain. Qiongjin, Dengchang, Yinzhou, Linfeng... twelve cities will experience continuous rainfall. The Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee issued an emergency notice, requiring party organizations at all levels in the city and the majority of party members and cadres to be highly alert
Pay attention, act quickly, and actively participate in flood fighting, rescue and disaster relief work..."