About forty minutes later, the car drove into an old-looking community. Thick trees could be seen everywhere in the community, and sunlight could not be transmitted through it. As a result, there was not enough lighting on the first and second floors of the community, so the corners were slightly gray and the pink on the walls
Materials fell off and green algae made the community look slightly vicissitudes of life.
After getting off the car, Ning Xiangxiang told the driver to leave. Seeing the confusion on Fang Zhicheng's face, she explained with a smile: "Do you think I should live in a high-rise with more than dozens of floors, or like Mr. Wen Lan?"
Then, own a villa with several hundred square meters?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and said with a smile: "That is in line with normal logic!"
Ning Xiangxiang waved her hand and said with a smile: "My husband and I bought this house ten years ago. We started from scratch in Yunhai. He went into politics and I went into business. Although his official position later became higher and higher, and Hua
The business of Ying Investment Group is getting bigger and bigger, but we have never moved from here. Because here, we have spent the most difficult but also the happiest time in our lives."
Fang Zhicheng could hear a hint of bitterness from Ning Xiangxiang's mouth, and sighed: "It's quite surprising..."
Ning Xianghua knew what Fang Zhicheng meant and said softly: "Is it because I am a child of the Ning family, so it is easy for you to get everything?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and said, "At least it's easier than people from ordinary families, right?"
Ning Xianghua thought for a moment, blinked her eyes, and sighed: "Actually, our road is even heavier."
God gives a person wealth and status, and then also sets corresponding responsibilities and pressure for them.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and followed Ning Xiangxiang upstairs and entered the room. Fang Zhicheng glanced around and found that the room was cleaner than expected. There were no unnecessary irritating furniture. The floor was clean, the walls were painted white, and the ceiling was clean.
The chandelier is very simple, and the coffee table and sofa are not ostentatious at all, which fully reflects the character of Ning Xiangxiang. She is a very simple and pure woman.
"Wouldn't you feel disappointed if I invited you to dinner at home?" Ning Xiangxiang changed into a pair of slippers after entering the house, and then handed Fang Zhicheng a larger pair of slippers, "There are rarely guests at home. After he left,
…It’s even more deserted, so no one has worn these slippers yet.”
"Then I'm really honored." Fang Zhicheng nodded, changed into slippers, sat on the sofa, and carefully looked at the furnishings in the room. Books were neatly stacked on the wooden grid above the TV. Curious, he walked over and took out the books.
One book, I read it carefully. The title of the book is "On China's Economic Revolution". The author, Wu Tian, is a domestic expert on macroeconomics. His theoretical research is extremely advanced. This book was written by Fang Zhicheng when he was in college.
After careful study, the ideas and theories are original and can broaden people's horizons.
Bang...a muffled sound interrupted Fang Zhicheng's thoughts. He turned around and saw that the fruit plate in Ning Xiangxiang's hand fell and the grapes fell to the ground. She picked up the grapes on the ground in a slightly embarrassed manner. Fang Zhicheng hurriedly put the book
Put it back in place, then walk to Ning Xiangxiang and help her pick up the grapes.
Ning Xianghua bent over, lowered her head, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I was distracted just now."
Fang Zhicheng was very close to Ning Xiangxiang. He smelled a light body fragrance from her body and felt his heart beating faster. He said softly: "What a coincidence, I was so absorbed in reading just now."
Ning Xiangxiang sighed softly. The reason why she accidentally dropped the fruit plate just now was because the position where Fang Zhicheng was standing was the place where her husband once liked to stand. At that moment, Ning Xiangxiang mistakenly thought that her husband was back.
, that’s why he was so gaffe-like.
Ning Xiangxiang smiled bitterly and said: "He used to like to stand in that position and read..."
Fang Zhicheng felt a little guilty, knowing that his sudden behavior just now caused Ning Xiangxiang to think of sad past events, scratched her head, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was curious for a moment, so I flipped through those books."
Ning Xiangxiang waved her hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, I still can't forget him. What does it have to do with you? When my husband was alive, he would often pick up those books and stand in front of the TV and read them.
As for me, because I like to watch TV, he would block my view, and we had childish arguments several times about this."
Fang Zhicheng sighed softly, picked up the last few grapes, then carried the fruit plate into the kitchen and rinsed it again with water.
Ning Xiangxiang was stronger than she thought. Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but be moved when he recalled his husband's request at the moment of life and death, because the couple really loved each other more deeply than they imagined.
About half an hour later, Ning Xiangxiang prepared lunch. The meal was very simple, with three dishes and one soup, mostly vegetarian dishes. Ning Xiangxiang took off her apron and said softly: "I'm sorry, there are only so many ingredients in the refrigerator."
, so it’s a little simpler.”
Fang Zhicheng used chopsticks to pick up a piece of egg in the tomato scrambled egg. It felt soft and smooth in the mouth. He gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "The simpler the dish, the more sophisticated it is."
Ning Xiang glanced at Fang Zhicheng and sighed: "You are quite deceptive. I haven't cooked at home for a long time. Meeting you today gave me the urge to pick up pots and pans again. If the dishes are
If it doesn’t suit your taste, don’t force it.”
Fang Zhicheng laughed twice and said, "It suits my taste very well. Can we eat?"
Ning Xianghua was very satisfied with Fang Zhicheng's attitude. Suddenly she pinched her pink fingers and snapped her fingers, saying, "How about some red wine?"
Fang Zhicheng tilted his head and said with a smile: "I can't bear to drink. If I get drunk, Sister Vanilla must forgive me."
Ning Xianghua rolled her eyes at Fang Zhicheng and said, "The investment promotion director is drunk, which means your basic quality is not up to standard."
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly and said: "This is prejudice. Why must the investment director know how to drink?"
Ning Xianghua's beautiful eyes moved as she said: "This is a matter of Chinese officialdom. Business is negotiated at the wine table. If you don't drink enough, won't you be at a disadvantage when doing business negotiations in the future?"
Fang Zhicheng found that Ning Xiangxiang's words were quite sharp and said with a smile: "Then please, Sister Xiangxiang, guide me on how to improve my drinking ability."
Ning Xiangxiang shook her jade-onion-like fingers and said, "Don't make a mistake, today is just a small taste. Don't be greedy."
"A small drink will make you happy, but getting drunk will hurt your health..." Fang Zhicheng responded with a smile.
The two of them drank more than half of the bottle. Ning Xianghua suddenly snapped her fingers again, then tiptoed to the living room, turned on the disc player, and inserted a CD. The melodious music sounded, and Ning Xianghua turned it over gracefully.
After a circle, Fang Zhicheng waved and said: "Come on, let's dance, how about it?"
Fang Zhicheng shrugged and said with a wry smile: "Dancing? I'm not good at it!"
The corners of Ning Xiangxiang's mouth raised and she said, "It's okay, I'll teach you."
Fang Zhicheng didn't hesitate, he held Ning Xianghua's hand, and his body was close to hers. Ning Xianghua's cheeks turned red, and he didn't know if it was because of the red wine.
Both of them were barefoot and stepped on the floor, feeling a chill coming from the soles of their feet.
Fang Zhicheng had never learned ballroom dancing systematically, so his movements were a bit clumsy. Within a few steps, he stepped on Ning Xianghua's instep.
"Ouch..." Ning Xianghua said with a bitter smile, "I didn't expect you really didn't know how to..."
Fang Zhicheng said with a burning face: "I have also learned it, but I haven't practiced it for a long time and I have forgotten a lot."
Ning Xiangxiang sighed and said, "Let's start from the beginning. I'll shout the command and you follow the rhythm."
Even so, Ning Xianghua was still violated from time to time. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. She bent down and made a stop gesture, saying: "Let's take a break and you can reflect on what I just taught you." After saying this, she
He came to the sofa and gently rubbed the instep of his feet.
Fang Zhicheng is actually not that stupid. He just pretends to be ignorant and gives Ning Xianghua a try from time to time. If he really learns it quickly, what fun would it be? The key is that Fang Zhicheng enjoys Ning Xiangxiang's anxious look. He
There was also a strange feeling in my heart. The insteps of Ning Xiangxiang's feet were soft, and when she stepped on the soles of her feet, there was an indescribable stimulation.
Seeing Ning Xianghua rubbing her instep at this time, he felt a little regretful, secretly thinking that he had gone a little too far just now. Neither of them wore shoes, but Fang Zhicheng's big feet kept falling on Ning Xianghua's instep, which still made him feel uncomfortable.
Ning Xiangxiang felt a little pain.
"Sister Vanilla, how about we stop dancing? I'm too stupid." Fang Zhicheng scratched his head and said.
"We can't let all our efforts go to waste!" Although Ning Xiangxiang thought it was over, she still stood up reluctantly and sent out catkins again, which Fang Zhicheng held.
This time, Fang Zhicheng cautiously jumped up with Ning Xiangxiang. Although the steps were still clumsy, he did not step on Ning Xiangxiang. Ning Xiangxiang felt very surprised, and suddenly had a realization, secretly thinking that Fang Zhicheng had not intentionally violated her.
Right? Thinking of this, a feeling of shyness suddenly arose in my heart.
In Ning Xiangxiang's heart, Fang Zhicheng is her savior. Because he is younger than herself, she treats him as a younger brother. But if Fang Zhicheng deliberately stepped on her instep, it means that Fang Zhicheng should be regarded as a normal person.
man.
I actually invited a member of the opposite sex to my house, cooked for him, invited him to drink red wine, and even invited him to hug and dance. Oh my God, what was I doing?
Ning Xianghua's thoughts began to wander complicatedly, so her movements became uncoordinated. Suddenly, a soft feeling came from the instep of Fang Zhicheng. Ning Xianghua screamed "Ouch", her face turned red to her ears, and she whispered:
: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake."
"It's okay, everyone makes mistakes!" Fang Zhicheng tilted his mouth, smiled, and said. However, evil thoughts arose in his heart, and when he jumped again, he deliberately stepped on Ning Xianghua's instep.
Ning Xianghua knew that Fang Zhicheng did it on purpose and said nothing. She glared at Fang Zhicheng, then found the opportunity and gap and kicked out. Fang Zhicheng had already prepared, laughed, took a step back, and hid.
This made Ning Xianghua become more competitive and stretched out her legs frequently, while Fang Zhicheng dodged and struck back from time to time.
Slowly, the dance turned into a foot-stomping fight. The two held their hands ambiguously, and their four legs were constantly entangled. They kept retreating. They felt that they were tripped by something and lost their center of gravity. Ning Xianghua was also caught.
Pulled by this force, "pop", the two of them hit the floor heavily. The music in the disc player continued. In addition, there was the awkward breathing sound of the man and woman when their mouths were only one centimeter apart.