"Pervert? I look so sunny, upright, and sincere, and you actually call me a pervert?" Fang Zhicheng sat down on the sofa angrily, picked up the cold beer and took a big sip. In fact, everything was just to cover up.
The embarrassment just now.
"Isn't this a misunderstanding? What are you doing when you are so angry? Could it be that you have been poked into your mind?" Zhao Qingya saw Fang Zhicheng's stern expression, wrapped his wet hair in a towel, and saw Fang Zhicheng's exaggerated expression.
Dissatisfied, her crescent-shaped willow-leaf eyebrows were knitted together, and the corners of her mouth were filled with hollows as she questioned.
Zhao Qingya had just finished taking a shower and was wearing a pair of silk pajamas. Her whole body was hazy and looming. Her beautiful face and flawless figure would make normal men unable to control themselves. Fang Zhicheng glanced at it guiltily, and pinched
Crossing Erlang's legs, he complained in a very weird posture: "Being wronged is a matter of outrage for both humans and gods. Especially Sister Ya, how can you treat me so vulgarly?"
Zhao Qingya raised her hand and said with a wry smile: "I swear, it was just a joke. Please stop worrying about it." After saying that, she turned around and walked into the small room next to her bedroom. After a while, she held a
He picked up some clothes and handed them to Fang Zhicheng.
"Whose?" Fang Zhicheng glanced at the clothes on the coffee table with disdain.
Fang Zhicheng's first reaction was that these clothes were prepared for another man, and he felt a strong sense of jealousy in his heart.
Zhao Qingya was slightly startled, and immediately understood what Fang Zhicheng meant. She covered her mouth and explained with a smile: "I originally prepared it for my brother, but he has not been lucky enough to pass through it, so now it is easier for you."
Fang Zhicheng then took his clothes, went to the bathroom, and turned on the shower water valve.
When the rain column reached him, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his mood just now. Both his words and behavior seemed a bit abnormal. He rubbed his face with warm water and immediately wanted to understand the reason for his loss of mood. He couldn't help but think about it in his mind.
Recalling Zhao Qingya’s delicate figure and hazy and mysterious body.
Fang Zhicheng knew that he had wrong thoughts about Zhao Qingya, subconsciously thinking that they were his own. He shook his head to get rid of those dirty thoughts, turned the water valve, increased the water volume, and the sound of rushing water was mixed with it.
, temporarily diverting any unwanted thoughts towards Zhao Qingya.
Fang Zhicheng is a normal man. Bai Fumei takes the initiative to invite Fang Zhicheng to live in her home. What a strong hint is this?
And should he seize the opportunity and take advantage of this opportunity to solve the problem of "department-level" status that has always existed? In the end, Fang Zhicheng decided to act according to the circumstances. If Zhao Qingya was very eager to cooperate, then he would make a selfless contribution.
After taking a shower, Fang Zhicheng got dressed and deliberately left the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, leaving his strong chest muscles looming.
When Zhao Qingya saw Fang Zhicheng, her beautiful eyes flashed with a look of surprise, she waved and said with a smile: "Come to the balcony and drink some wine with me."
Drinking at this time is really romantic. Fang Zhicheng's face remained calm. After sitting down, he shook the high-heeled glass and followed Zhao Qingya's gaze into the distance.
It has to be said that the scenery outside is good. The windows are open and the natural cool breeze blows in. The cool feeling penetrates into every pore of his body, making him unable to help but take a deep breath of air.
The wine glasses collided lightly, emitting a long and crisp sound. Zhao Qingya raised her slender white neck, and the wine spread along her lips. The red wine stains made her lips look more coquettish. She asked softly: "When will you come back to Silver?"
state?"
"Tomorrow afternoon, why can't you let me go?" Fang Zhicheng's mouth became soft-spoken for some reason, maybe because he had been with Zhao Qingya for a long time, and the cunning in his bones began to be exposed.
"If I say I can't bear it, are you willing to stay?" Zhao Qingya glanced at Fang Zhicheng provocatively, secretly thinking that this kid had become bolder and dared to take advantage of her verbally.
Fang Zhicheng shrugged and said softly: "It's okay to stay. However, I'm afraid Sister Ya will get tired of me one day, and I will suffer a lot by then."
"Oh? What do you mean, you are afraid of being abandoned by me?" Zhao Qingya thought Fang Zhicheng's point of view was ridiculous, and muttered, "There is only one person in the world who can be said to be a heartless person."
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand and said in denial: "Times have changed, and women today are more terrifying than men - there are many people who are in two boats, and those who are cheating."
Zhao Qingya pretended to be displeased and raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Which of the above categories do I belong to?"
Fang Zhicheng pondered for a long time and then asked tentatively: "Playing with the emotions of young boys?"
"Pfft..." Zhao Qingya was amused, "You are right. I like to play with boys, but it's a pity that you are not one of them. You are too old and too old to chew."
Fang Zhicheng found that the topic was very open today, so he continued the sour and spicy red wine and pressed step by step: "Sister Na Ya, why do you look at me so differently and lead me to your private apartment? It is not a wise move to lead a wolf into your house."
Zhao Qingya stared at Fang Zhicheng with burning eyes, shook her head calmly, as if teasing and encouraging, and said: "I don't know... maybe I think you are pitiful."
"Poor, why am I pitiful?" Fang Zhicheng looked at Zhao Qingya curiously.
"Because you fall in love with someone but cannot love." Zhao Qingya murmured, "And I am the same, very pitiful."
"Where is your ex-boyfriend now?" Fang Zhicheng asked again, his tone becoming serious.
Zhao Qingya stretched out her finger and pointed at the stars in the sky, smiling or crying: "Over there, or over there."
Fang Zhicheng's heart sank, and he realized that Zhao Qingya's ex-boyfriend was dead. For this reason, she must have been hiding in Yinzhou for three years.
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly and said, "Then I'm luckier than you."
"Why?" Zhao Qingya asked blankly, staring blankly at the red wine in the glass.
"Because at least I know where she is now." Fang Zhicheng shrugged freely, "However, we are indeed pitiful people who fall in love with someone we cannot love."
"We are both fallen people at the end of the world, and we drink to each other's pity."
"Cheers!"
"Ding..." The wine glasses collided again, and the two drank another glass. For a long time afterwards, Fang Zhicheng and Zhao Qingya continued to drink. Zhao Qingya brought out almost all the wine in the house, first red wine, and then
It was all kinds of foreign wine, and finally beer. And their figures appeared in every corner, on the sofa, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, in the bathroom...
They drank alcohol without thinking, talked nonsense, and complained about the unfairness of their past lives without any clues.
Until the alcohol burned away the last trace of their sanity, the two fell into a drowsy sleep.
Sunlight shines through the window in the living room, and the originally tidy environment looks messy. Various bottles and jars are scattered on the coffee table. The apple slices in the fruit plate have fermented and changed color. Fang Zhicheng is half lying on the sofa, with one arm resting on it.
On the back of the sofa on the right, an arm was bent in an arc and attached to the tall and prostrate body.
That charming body was sandwiched between the sofa and the coffee table. The thin silk pajamas reflected dazzling light under the sunlight. The legs overlapped to form a long and bottomless fold line, and the corners of the hem were slightly lifted.
Turning up the corner, the lace-trimmed panties were actually exposed. Because the material was transparent, it was lined with a fleshy color that seemed to be absent.
This lazy posture is full of charming beauty.
She seemed to feel uncomfortable and wanted to adjust her posture, but the space was too small, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"Well..." Zhao Qingya slowly opened her eyes and stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The absurdity and indulgence of last night rolled through her mind like a movie, and she blamed herself: "I want to die, how could I be like this?"
Zhao Qingya woke up. She was hungover last night. She and Fang Zhicheng actually lay in the living room all night. She saw the big hands hanging naturally from the sofa and placed them on her soft curves. She suddenly felt a little hot and twisted them up at the same time.
Beautiful eyebrows.
She swept it gently with her jade hand, fearing that Fang Zhicheng would be awakened, and then climbed up in a weird posture, holding on to the edge of the sofa.
"Fortunately, he hasn't woken up yet." Zhao Qingya walked quietly to the bathroom, staring at the haggard and crazy herself in the mirror, and couldn't help laughing. Little did she know that Fang Zhicheng, who was lying on the sofa, secretly
He changed his posture, with a mischievous smile on his lips.
At around 10:30, Fang Zhicheng received a call from Wendi Song, asking him to wait for the car downstairs of Jinsheng Hotel at around 4:30. Zhao Qingya had already changed her clothes, wearing a long white chiffon collar with lace, and her curvy chest was still the same.
Pinning the brooch, she frowned, unable to conceal her disappointment, and asked, "Are you going back?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely get drunk with Sister Ya."
Zhao Qingya remembered the madness last night, her cheeks flushed, she nodded with a smile and said: "In Yinzhou, if there is a problem that cannot be solved, go to Aunt Dong. I have already told her that she is very popular.
I will definitely be able to help you. Of course, if you encounter a problem that even she can't solve, then come to me."
Fang Zhicheng promised calmly: "Don't worry, Sister Ya, if there is a need, I won't be polite to you. After all, we know the basics now."
"You talkative!" Zhao Qingya walked over and slapped Fang Zhicheng on the forehead mercilessly to demonstrate her power.
…
It was already evening when we returned to Yinzhou. Judging from Song Wendi's mood, he was in a good mood and talked a lot with Fang Zhicheng. Qiu Hengde called on the way, and Song Wendi revealed something that made Fang Zhicheng feel secretly happy during the conversation.
According to the news, Liu Qiangdong will be transferred out.
When Wendi Song returned to the provincial capital this week, she originally wanted to use the power from above to operate on Liu Qiangdong.
Originally, things were not so easy. Previously, a micro-camera was found in the room of the Municipal Women's Federation Guest House. After a joint investigation by the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Public Security Department, clues were finally found, and the target was Liu Qiangdong. This alone will not make Liu Qiangdong frustrated.
Later, the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection received an anonymous letter reporting that Wendi Song and Zeng Ru were having an affair. Following this clue, they discovered that Liu Qiangdong was still behind the scenes.
After Li Siyuan heard the whole story, he was extremely angry. Although Liu Qiangdong did not commit any malfeasance or corruption, his various actions made people feel disgusted. The secretary-general of the municipal party committee was secretly plotting to frame the secretary of the municipal party committee. This was such a bad behavior.
Therefore, Li Siyuan decisively notified the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee to issue a transfer order, first arranging Liu Qiangdong to study at the Party School, and then assigning his duties later, thus throwing him on the bench in disguise.
Liu Qiangdong originally wanted to frame Wendi Song, but he did not expect that he would trap himself and jump into the trap he dug. Qiu Hengde called Wendi Song to discuss the candidates for this post after it became vacant.