I haven't seen Zhao Qingya for a long time. She has become a little thinner. She is sitting on the sofa, her black skirt is pulled up, her two slender legs are overlapped, the pointed heels of her high heels are moving slightly on the floor, and her black pantyhose are tightly wrapped
With her skirt up, it outlines a seductive arc, and the edge where the skirt touches the sofa reveals an imperceptible gap, and you can actually see a very slender lace inside.
Her fair and tender face does not have the youthfulness and tenderness of a young girl, but there is a mature charm that only a royal sister can have flowing between her eyebrows. Sitting there quietly, she is the focus of everyone's attention.
Ye Qingrou was also infected by her aura, and her voice was much softer than usual.
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand, glanced at Ye Qingrou, and sighed: "Husband and wife, these are very sacred titles. You can't shout them randomly. She is my sister and the owner of this villa. You can live here temporarily.
You have to thank her."
"Sister?" Ye Qingrou's eyes showed a vigilant look, because Zhao Qingya was so beautiful, sitting there was a threat.
Fang Zhicheng raised his eyes and looked sideways at Ye Qingrou, sighing softly: "Did you skip class again today? Although the college entrance examination is just a formality for you, students must have a certain attitude, and studying in class is your bounden duty."
"It's so verbose!" Ye Qingrou thought Fang Zhicheng was too troublesome and went upstairs.
Fang Zhicheng sat next to Zhao Qingya, staring at the back of her jade-white hands, and asked in a low voice: "Sister, you don't blame me, do you?"
Zhao Qingya tilted her head and asked with a smile: "What do I blame you for?"
Fang Zhicheng scratched his head and whispered: "Bringing people to live in your house without your permission..."
Zhao Qingya waved her hand and said softly: "The villa has been given to you for a long time. I don't want to care about who you bring back to live in, and I can't care about it."
Fang Zhicheng thought it was quite scary that Zhao Qingya was talking like this. He couldn't help but shudder and said with a smile, "I really have nothing to do with them... That girl got into trouble with the family, and then came to live here shamelessly..."
Zhao Qingya put her fingers to her lips and sighed: "Do you think I will believe it?"
Fang Zhicheng thought about it for a while, spread his hands and said distressedly: "I can't wash myself off even if I jump into the Yellow River."
"Then don't wash it. No one cares whether you're dirty anyway?" Zhao Qingya's occasional harsh words often hit Fang Zhicheng's vitality gate, making him have the urge to vomit three liters of blood.
Fang Zhicheng fell silent immediately, feeling at a loss.
Seeing Fang Zhicheng's dejected look, Zhao Qingya couldn't help laughing and said softly: "I'm just teasing you, don't be upset. Those two little girls, I just talked to them, and they also confessed that one of them
The little girls just have a little crush on you. I really envy them for being young and daring to love and hate. Relatively speaking, I am old."
When Fang Zhicheng saw what Zhao Qingya said, he suddenly became enlightened and said with a smile: "Sister Ya, how old are you? In my eyes, you are much more attractive than them."
Zhao Qingya's face turned slightly red under Fang Zhicheng's pure gaze, and she smiled sweetly and said, "My mouth has become bad, and I have learned to lie."
Fang Zhicheng shook his head solemnly, raised his right index finger and thumb as if to swear, and said: "Swear to God!"
Zhao Qingya stretched out her hand to knock off Fang Zhicheng's gesture and scolded with a smile: "Don't swear casually if you have nothing to do. This is disrespectful to yourself."
Fang Zhicheng took Zhao Qingya's fingers in his palm and kneaded them fiercely. A numb feeling spread from his fingertips to his whole body, and he felt that his breathing became heavier.
Zhao Qingya withdrew her hand forcefully, muttered with a flushed face, "I'm quite brave," and walked to her bedroom on her own.
Fang Zhicheng walked a few steps behind him and asked with a smile: "Sister Ya, when are you going to return to Qiongjin?"
Zhao Qingya turned around, glanced at Fang Zhicheng, and said with a smile: "What? I've only been here for a day, and you're expecting me to leave so that you and those two little girls can live a fairy-like life?"
Fang Zhicheng waved his hands quickly and said awkwardly: "I wish you could live here forever, so that I can see you all day long."
"Who would believe lies!" Zhao Qingya waved her hand and closed the door. The door almost hit Fang Zhicheng's nose.
Fang Zhicheng sighed, secretly thinking that Zhao Qingya seemed tolerant on the surface, but she was very angry inside. Fang Zhicheng thought for a while, then leaned against the wall and waited for the door to open again. After about ten minutes, there was movement in the shrinkage hole.
When a corner of the door was exposed, Fang Zhicheng squeezed in.
The bedroom has warm colors. Even if Zhao Qingya is not there, Fang Zhicheng has never entered it. There are many artworks and fashionable small decorations hanging on the walls, giving people a sense of luxury. The walls are covered with tasteful
Fabrics and wooden boards are cleverly arranged into various abstract and exquisite patterns.
Near the bed, there is a large dressing table with some luxurious cosmetics placed on it. The faint fragrance in the bedroom probably comes from there. The suitcase is placed next to the bookcase. Because it is not completely closed, a corner of the clothes is exposed.
Zhao Qingya was startled by Fang Zhicheng and almost tried to twist Fang Zhicheng's arm, but she finally reacted and suppressed her instinct.
Zhao Qingya sighed: "What did you do in here? You scared me!"
Fang Zhicheng said shamelessly: "I'm afraid you'll be angry, so I want to find a separate space to apologize to you."
Zhao Qingya curled her lips and felt that there was a strong breath from Fang Zhicheng blowing into her face. Her voice was a little nervous and she whispered: "I'm not angry. I'm not as petty as you think."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Then you have to let me test it!"
"What kind of test method?" Zhao Qingya felt that Fang Zhicheng's smile was a bit evil, so she couldn't help but take a few steps back and pressed her back against the wall.
The love scene is like a battlefield. The enemy always advances and we retreat. Seeing that Zhao Qingya was weak, Fang Zhicheng took a few steps forward and blocked Zhao Qingya in front of him with his arms stretched out.
Zhao Qingya was pressed tightly against Fang Zhicheng's body, and the other man's strong chest pressed against her chest without any scruples. She suddenly felt hot and hot in her body, and her lower abdomen couldn't help but push up slightly.
Fang Zhicheng didn't realize that Zhao Qingya had such a reaction. He suddenly felt numb in his lower body and retracted his hips.
Zhao Qingya saw that Fang Zhicheng still didn't have the courage after all, she narrowed her beautiful eyes and said with a playful smile: "What? Just that little energy?"
Fang Zhicheng was worried that he wouldn't be able to control himself if this went on, so he quickly let go of his arms and said, half jokingly and half serious: "Sister Ya, I'm a little hot. If this goes on, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."
Zhao Qingya's face was so red that it looked like she could drip water. Instead, she stretched out her two arms and hugged Fang Zhicheng's neck tightly. She breathed out softly and said: "Zhicheng, if you want it, I will give it to you right now."
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Fang Zhicheng was startled and couldn't help but hesitate in his heart. Should he take advantage of the situation and push Zhao Qingya down?
"Sister, are we too impulsive?" Fang Zhicheng felt a strong energy in his body, wanting to break through all barriers.
Zhao Qingya freed up a hand, put it on Fang Zhicheng's lips, and said softly: "Zhicheng, do you think I am bad? Is she always seducing you? In fact, I am also very confused. Sometimes I think of you as him.
, sometimes I think you are better than him. I am really a greedy and bad woman."
Fang Zhicheng sighed and said: "Sister, don't get me wrong. I just think that if you are such a beautiful woman, if you are with me... I am really not worthy of you, so I can't blaspheme you easily, let alone cause harm to you."
Zhao Qingya sighed leisurely and said softly: "Actually, these are all excuses. I can't tell whether my feelings for you are love or memories..."
As he spoke, tears rolled down from the corners of Zhao Qingya's eyes. Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but feel heartache and reached out to wipe away her tears. Zhao Qingya spoke softly and told the story about herself and her ex-boyfriend.
Fang Zhicheng originally thought it was thrilling, but in fact it was just a story of love and breakup.
"He had cancer, but he didn't tell me. He made up a ruthless lie and broke up with me because he was going abroad." Zhao Qingya said painfully, "I only learned the news a month after his funeral. It turned out that fate was really
So heartless."
Fang Zhicheng sighed secretly, reality is often full of more tragic stories than TV dramas. From Aunt Dong, Fang Zhicheng once heard some stories about Zhao Qingya and her ex-boyfriend. The two met abroad, and the ex-boyfriend was also a famous person.
The person with a family background behind him had a fiancée whom he married by fingertips. After all the hard work, he finally got together with Zhao Qingya. However, he encountered a terminal illness. God was really cruel.
Seeing Zhao Qingya finally confiding the pain in his heart, Fang Zhicheng felt sad and a little bitter. He gently patted her shoulder with his hand and comforted her: "Sister, it will get better and better in the future. No matter what painful things happen, I will always be there."
By your side."
Zhao Qingya was immersed in memories and snuggled in Fang Zhicheng's arms for a long time before she regained her senses. At this time, Ye Qingrou's voice came from outside the door, and Fang Zhicheng sighed and left Zhao Qingya's bedroom.
Ye Qingrou was a little unhappy when she saw Fang Zhicheng walking out of Zhao Qingya's bedroom, but she still stretched out her hand and whispered to Fang Zhicheng: "Give me some money."
Fang Zhicheng tilted his head and stared at Ye Qingrou for a while, then said with a wry smile: "What's the point? You eat what I have, live in what I have, and now you have to use mine..."
Ye Qingrou's face turned red and she muttered: "Don't be so stingy. I'll pay you back when I have money."
Fang Zhicheng sighed, walked over and took out his wallet from his wallet, took out a few large-denomination bills, handed them to Ye Qingrou, and sighed: "The money is lent to you. When you have money, double it
give me back."
Ye Qingrou grabbed the money from Fang Zhicheng, stuck out her tongue, made a face, and said playfully: "Stop dreaming, it is only natural that a husband supports his wife. I will use my youth to accompany you, you can give me some money."
Flower, how reasonable this is!"
Seeing Ye Qingrou's tyrannical attitude, Fang Zhicheng felt a little regretful, stretched out his hand and said: "Give me the money back, I won't borrow it anymore."
Ye Qingrou giggled, jumped back two steps, straightened her slightly green chest, and said proudly: "If you have money, you can take it if you want it."
"Isn't that too direct?" Fang Zhicheng couldn't handle Ye Qingrou's arrogance. He shrugged helplessly, sighed and smiled bitterly, "It's bad luck for me, I'm afraid I owed you something in my previous life."