Ye Qingcheng took off his coat, pulled out the hem of his white shirt from his trousers, and lay down on the sofa.
Long Lifei sat sideways, holding medicinal oil in one hand and rolling up her shirt with the other, not high, near her ribs.
On Bai Xi's skin, there was a group of nearly black and purple bruises on the back of her waist. You can imagine how much effort the other party exerted. This stick was so cruel that it almost wanted to break her waist!
There was a hint of coldness in the eyes...
Ye Qingcheng was holding a pillow under her body, her chin resting on the pillow, and her voice was muffled: "How did you know I was injured?"
Even Xi Feng didn’t notice it!
The huge living room was quiet and silent. She waited for a long time before hearing his voice, so she turned to look at him. Under the light, his jaw was clenched, and he was obviously angry.
An ancient saying goes: Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger.
This sentence is indeed correct. Ever since Long Lifei became the president, his temper has become more and more unpredictable. I don't know which words can touch his back.
He flattened his mouth, turned his head and lay on the pillow, becoming silent.
A deep voice sounded suddenly, with a sharp tone: "Were you chasing the target when you answered the phone?"
Ye Qingcheng didn't look back and hummed for a moment, then she felt the slightly cold fingertips on her waist became stronger. She snorted dullly and turned to glare at him: You did it on purpose!
Long Lifei lowered his eyes and ignored the protest in her eyes, "You can't answer the phone while chasing the target. Don't you understand the most basic common sense?"
"It's not all because of you..." Ye Qingcheng blurted out without thinking. Not only did Long Lifei pause in his movements and glanced at her, but he was also startled, his eyes wandering for a second, "I
What it means is, I'm afraid you might have something urgent to do with me. I'm the captain of Jingtianpo and I have to fulfill my responsibilities."
The heart beats chaotically in the body.
Long Lifei narrowed his eyes and continued to rub the bruise, "In the future, when chasing the target, don't answer any phone calls."
"Including yours?"
"Um."
"oh."
The black bruise on her waist gradually dissipated under the medicated oil and his rubbing, but not much, but it was still shocking to see. His fingers were always slightly cold, but her skin gradually warmed up. Ye Qingcheng lowered her head and tightened her grip.
Biting her lips tightly, her heart felt warm and itchy.
His slightly cool touch caused some fragments to flash through her mind. Her eyes were bright. Before the corners of her mouth turned up, when she thought of something, the corners of her lips quickly moved downwards, and her whole face was buried in the pillow.
, as if suffocating myself to death!
The white shirt is a bit thin, and the embroidered patterns on the black shoulder straps are looming. With the shirt lifted up, the back of the bra is sometimes clear and reaches the bottom of the eye, and the scenery is slightly sexy.
Long Lifei narrowed his eyes and locked his time on the black hair on her waist. He massaged it without any distractions for almost half an hour, then pulled down her clothes and arranged them.
Ye Qingcheng sat up and said, "Aren't you going back tonight?"
Long Lifei nodded: "Choose a guest room yourself."
Ye Qingcheng responded, stood up and picked up the coat on the sofa, turned around and was about to go upstairs, when he heard his voice: "Eat for dinner?"
He paused for a moment and shook his head.
He was so busy catching the escaped spy that he forgot about dinner.
"I'll call you later," he said.
Ye Qingcheng thought he wanted a servant to do it, so he didn't care. He nodded and went upstairs.
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After Ye Qingcheng had taken a shower and had just changed his clothes, someone knocked on the door. The person who came in was none other than Long Lifei, who was carrying a tray.
Simple pasta, a bowl of five-color salad, and a glass of room-temperature juice.
Ye Qingcheng sat down and started eating without saying thank you. After taking a few bites, she suddenly raised her head and looked at him: "Have you eaten yet?"
I should have asked him first, but as soon as I got hungry and saw something, I forgot all about politeness.
"Eat it." Long Lifei did not answer her directly.
Someone is responsible for his three meals a day. He has Qingfeng in Mingzhengju and Jiang Chongjian in the Presidential Palace. He is not like her, who has three meals irregularly and one meal at a time. No wonder he is so slender.
Ye Qingcheng ate happily, drank the juice, and sighed with satisfaction. His eyes were shining brightly, as if he was satisfied with a full stomach.
A smile flashed across Long Lifei's eyes, and he calmly pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her.
Ye Qingcheng didn't react. He looked at the paper and then at him. Long Lifei tapped the corner of his mouth with his other hand to signal her.
In his dark eyes, he saw himself shrunk n times, with a little bit of white at the corner of his mouth. He reacted and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe away the salad dressing from the corner of his mouth.
The base of my ears felt slightly hot, and I felt like I was embarrassed in front of him again.
Long Lifei got up and packed her things. She basically ate everything. Unexpectedly, she still had such a good appetite, so she said, "You should go to bed early."
Turn around and walk towards the door.
As soon as her hand grasped the cold metal, her cool voice came from behind: "Your Excellency——"
He looked back at her.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes were bright, her thin lips spread into a bright smile, and she said sincerely: "Thank you!"
His thin lips curled up silently, as if he was smiling, "Whether it's in private or in front of outsiders, you can call me by my first name. I still like Ye Qingcheng, who's not big or small! Good night!"
I still like the little Ye Qingcheng!
Long Lifei had left for a long time, and Ye Qingcheng was still sitting on the chair blankly, with a smile on his face and eyes, rippling like a little mouse that fell into a rice vat, about to faint from happiness.
Even though she knew that the "like" he meant was not that kind of "like", she still couldn't suppress the joy in her heart growing secretly. Could she understand that he still cared about her a little bit?
If this is the case, it seems to be very satisfying.
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Mingzheng Residence is located in the sunset. Chief Deacon Qingfeng arranges everything in Mingzheng Residence in an orderly manner. From the safety issues at night to the temperature adjustment of each room, everything is as detailed as the chief deacon.
Once confirmed, no mistakes are allowed.
Gu Mingxi called Long Lifei in the morning with a slightly complaining tone. Neither he nor Ye Qingcheng returned to Mingzhengju last night.
During the day, Ye Qingcheng and Zhan Mo were on the phone, searching for the belongings of several spies, identifying and analyzing them, and confirming their identities and the existence of the people or organizations behind them.
In the evening, Long Lifei asked her to go back to Mingzhengju with him. In the car, he specifically told her to be mentally prepared.
Ye Qingcheng knew what he meant and nodded without objection.
Long Jin had some fever in the evening. Xu Chengdong showed him that it was just a common cold and fever in children. It didn't matter, so he asked them not to worry.
Therefore, there was no sound of Long Jin's ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooves on the dining table.
Gu Mingxi put down the tableware and looked at Long Lifei with a smile, "It's rare for Yan'er and Cunxu to come back. Don't go to the Presidential Palace these days. Stay in Mingzheng Residence and spend more time with us.
"
"I have a lot of things to deal with." Long Lifei also put down the tableware and answered calmly while holding the water glass.
"No matter how many things you have to do, you still need to rest. It's not a problem to ask Chongjian to arrange a three- or four-day holiday for you." Gu Mingxi paused for a moment and turned to look at Long Pei, "Don't you think so?"
Long Lifei drank the water and subconsciously glanced at Long Pei with his dark eyes. She originally thought he would understand, but she didn't expect that Long Pei, who has always been a fool, was still a fool this time. He nodded in agreement with his wife and even added: "If
Chongjian can't even do this little thing, shouldn't the position of Secretary-General be replaced?"
Long Lifei: "..."
What else can he say when he meets a foolish man who has an excessive wife?
Ye Qingcheng coughed lightly and was about to speak, but Gu Mingxi spoke first: "You should also put aside what you are doing. It's rare for our family to have a few days of leisure time."
Well, the budding little hope was strangled in the cradle. He nodded obediently, smiled, and looked at Long Lifei with a bit of resentment. Doesn't this mean he has to be in the same room with him every night?
After returning to the room after dinner, Ye Qingcheng found that his worries seemed to be unnecessary. Although the room still only had one bed, there was a light-colored tatami placed by the window, which could be a good place to take a nap.
"Why is this happening?" Ye Qingcheng walked over and lay down naturally on the Totoro-shaped tatami. When he raised his eyes, he could see the stars outside the window. With the window open, there was a light breeze blowing on his face, which was very comfortable.
It was rare for Long Lifei to see her looking so happy. As she approached, Xin Chang's tall figure enveloped her entire upper body. Because of the backlight, she couldn't see clearly what expression he was using when speaking.
"I asked Qingfeng to prepare it in the afternoon. I can't keep you awake all this time."
I wonder if he is also in a good mood. His voice does not sound so deep, but seems to be a little gentle.
Ye Qingcheng felt a little itchy in her heart and instinctively licked her lips, feeling a little greedy.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to drink." She answered very honestly. She didn't like to hide her mood. She smiled when she was happy and kept silent when she was unhappy. She ate when she wanted to eat and just said it when she wanted to drink.
Long Lifei was silent for a long time and said calmly: "Wait for me for a while."
He left the room, Ye Qingcheng looked up at the mysterious sky, his thin lips couldn't help but curve upward...
After a while, Long Lifei pushed open the door and walked in, holding a bottle of freshly awakened red wine and two clean and translucent glasses. Ye Qingcheng did not expect that he would actually get the wine for himself, so he immediately got up and helped him take a chair to the window.
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Two people had half a glass of red wine, one was sitting on the tatami and the other was sitting on a chair, drinking slowly and occasionally chatting.
The person who spoke at the beginning was Ye Qingcheng. They had solved the spy matter and the body was handed over to the Ministry of National Defense for disposal. However, it was unknown whether there was a bigger conspiracy behind it and the investigation had to continue.
Long Lifei had no objection to her going to investigate, but he had to wait until Yan'er returned to Jincheng.
After that, they talked about some innocuous topics. Ye Qingcheng said that when he listened, his answers were usually very short, but he was very patient and showed no trace of impatience.
The lights were dim, the starry sky was vast, the aroma of wine was in the air, and the faint smell of aftershave on his body made the atmosphere inexplicably harmonious and very comfortable.
For a moment, Ye Qingcheng even had the illusion that they were a very ordinary, ordinary, and warm couple.
"A Qing——" Long Lifei suddenly spoke, his dark eyes watching her quietly.
Ye Qingcheng raised her eyes to look at him, and gently uttered a sentence with her thin and beautiful lips: "How long are you going to stay in this marriage?"
The moment of warmth disappeared in an instant, as if it was just her own fantasy.
Long Lifei's tone was low and serious: "I am already thirty years old, you are still young, and you still have a long, long way to go." There is no reason for him, an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, to waste himself in this cold marriage.
of youth.
With a smile on her thin lips and blurry eyes, she walked in the dim light, "What? Sister Ziqi gave birth to Long Jin, and you started to burn bridges across the river?"
A trace of helplessness flashed in Long Lifei's eyes, "You know that's not what I meant."
Ye Qingcheng drank the wine in his hand and smiled a little slyly: "You said it at the beginning, the sovereignty over the divorce is in my hands, as long as I am willing..."
"I said so." Long Lifei nodded and admitted, looking at her with an inquiring gaze, "But I don't understand."
At first he thought she and Xi Feng were a couple, but apparently he guessed wrong. Xi Feng liked A Qing, but A Qing was not in love with Xi Feng.
Otherwise, she would not insist on going her own way and want to marry him.
Perhaps it was due to drinking, her cheeks were slightly red, her smile was charming, a bit charming, with red lips and white teeth, she opened and closed lightly: "This is my business, I don't need you to understand!"
He returned the wine glass to him and yawned: "I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed first. Good night."
Before she finished speaking, she had already closed her eyes, her thick and curled eyelashes covering her eyes quietly, a halo of light lingering on her facial features, the picture was soft, like soft satin.
Long Lifei looked at her for a long time, drank the wine in his glass, stood up and put down the glass, turned off the crystal lamp in the room, leaving only an orange table lamp at the front.
Ye Qingcheng had a dream in which she went back two years.
Two years ago, Long Ziqi was already 28 years old, but she was still not pregnant. This made Long Ziqi anxious. The elders of the Jin family and Gu Mingxi didn't want Yan'er to become an advanced mother. At first, she persuaded Yan'er herself, but to no avail.
He asked A Li to persuade him.
Jin Cunxu followed Long Ziqi too much and followed her in everything. He would not have a child unless Yan'er nodded and said yes, completely ignoring Fu Xiange and Jin Xishuo's desire to have a grandson.
Others didn't know it, but Long Lifei knew very well that Yan'er was competing with him. Since he never got married, she never got pregnant.
In two years, Yan'er will be thirty years old. Experts he has consulted in this field all recommend that women do it before the age of 30. Otherwise, even if they are in good health and can conceive, their bodies will not be as good as before after childbirth.
After thinking about it, Yan'er's body was already weak. They had taken good care of her over the years, with occasional minor illnesses but no serious illnesses. If it really dragged on until her years passed and she became an advanced maternal age, what if something unexpected happened...
The spring was cold and cold, and the sunlight shone gently on the indoor floor through the window. She lay on Long Lifei's desk, supported her chin with her hands, and asked with a smile: "I heard that you want to find a woman to get married?
"
Long Lifei paused with his signing hand, glanced at her, pursed his thin lips tightly, lowered his head and continued to read the document.
He was not annoyed at being ignored, but instead asked him directly without shame: "What do you think of me?"
Long Lifei's eyes always fell on the document, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Until she got impatient and directly drew the document in front of him, "Anyway, it's not about marrying anyone. You marry me, okay?"
The sunlight was scattered in her eyes, and the light in her eyes was jumping and twinkling.
Long Lifei finally laid his eyes on her young and energetic face, and said in a low voice: "Not good!"
"Why?" She frowned and pouted.
He didn't know how she knew that he wanted to find a woman to marry, but the woman he wanted to marry couldn't be Qingcheng.
Long Lifei: "I will not marry my own sister!"
Ye Qingcheng: "I am the child of Lin Qi and Ye Jia!"
Long Lifei: "I am eight years older than you!"
Ye Qingcheng: "Isn't it the most popular nowadays for handsome uncles to be paired with lolita? Uncles have three good qualities: mature, handsome, and experienced. Lolita have three good qualities: cute, cute, and easy to push over. You see, we are a perfect match!"
Long Lifei: "..."
After a long silence, he stared at her and asked, "Did you and Xi Feng quarrel?"
She was startled for a moment, then asked with a smile: "Why should I quarrel with Xi Feng?"
A trace of doubt flashed across his eyebrows, "You don't know that Xi Feng—"
"Xifeng and I are good brothers and we won't quarrel!" She interrupted him lightly, stretched out her finger in front of him and tapped: "Do you want to marry me or not?"
Long Lifei understood that maybe Xi Feng had been unrequitedly in love with A Qing for a long time, and A Qing had probably always known...
But he still said: "No."
She looked at him without blinking, and asked in a voice as soft as catkins: "Do you still remember that you promised me to do something for me when you asked me to protect Lan Mufei?"
Long Lifei's dark pupils suddenly tightened, and finally there was a fluctuation. He looked at her and remained silent for a long time.
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The next day, Long Lifei did not go to the Presidential Palace. In the morning, it was rare for the family to gather together for breakfast, which was calm and warm.
After dinner, Long Ziqi was worried about Long Jin, so she went to the room to hug him; Long Lifei and Jin Cunxu were playing chess, Long Pei accompanied Gu Mingxi to do flowers and grass, and Ye Qingcheng was left alone and didn't know what to do.
Long Lifei's eyes fell on the chessboard, his moves were clean and neat, and his voice suddenly sounded: "Sit next to me."
Ye Qingcheng was startled and his eyes flickered. Did he want to sit next to him and watch them play chess? She had no interest in playing chess at all!
"No, I'm going to see Long Jin!" After saying that, he immediately slipped away.
Long Lifei raised his head and looked at her fleeing back, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. After all, it was because of his undecided youth that he couldn't sit still even if he asked her to sit down and watch chess.
When he came back to his senses, he found that Jin Cunxu was looking at him, looking thoughtful, and raised his eyebrows: "Afraid of losing?"
Jin Cunxu showed a modest smile: "Qiqi accidentally saw you going to the wine cellar last night to get wine. I think you got it for Qingcheng."
He heard Qiqi say that Long Lifei didn't drink or smoke much.
Long Lifei dropped the chess piece on the chessboard with a snap and ate his piece, which was a disguised answer.
Jin Cunxu was not nervous and was not afraid of losing to him. He smiled and said, "Qingcheng is a very good girl. I am inexplicably infected with happiness when I am around her."
"It's best not to let Yan'er hear this." Long Lifei opened his thin lips slightly, but his voice was a bit gloomy.
"What's wrong with hearing it?" Jin Cunxu now has a beloved wife and a son. He has completely overcome the misery of the past. It has even been two or three years since he lost control and accidentally hurt himself.
His relationship with Long Ziqi has gone through turbulent times, and they have never given up or let go of each other's hands.
He was afraid that Qiqi would be jealous of his mere words. What's more, Qiqi knew him so well and knew herself better than he did. How could she not know the meaning of her words?
"You're taking too much care." Long Lifei said calmly, not harshly or sullenly.