Chapter 129

In the dining room.

Jingboyuan looked at the small cage bag in the plastic bag and the black porridge in the disposable plastic bowl on the table and frowned without any trace.

"These days, you eat this in the morning?"

Ye Qingxin didn't know what was wrong. He took the porridge out of the plastic bag and set it up. He said, "no, sometimes I eat soy milk and fried dough sticks."

She set breakfast, handed a pair of chopsticks to jingboyuan, "eat."

Jing Boyuan looked at her and said nothing. He took the chopsticks to eat.

The dining room is spacious, connected with the kitchen. There is a two meter long table and six dining chairs in the middle. Next to it, there is a spacious French window, European lace curtain, young and fashionable style, and the outside is sunny.

Ye Qingxin sits opposite jingboyuan. Seeing that he has breakfast as usual, he is relieved.

On weekdays in Nanshan villa, Aunt Zhang's breakfast is obviously more nutritious and delicious than hers. She is afraid that jingboyuan can't get used to it.

Obviously, she was worried.

After breakfast, ye Qingxin tidies up the table, goes to the bathroom and comes out after washing his hands. Jingboyuan is sitting on the sofa with a leisurely posture and a TV remote control in his hand. As soon as it is turned on, the TV screen flashes for a while and jumps out of the picture. It's the morning news at 8 o'clock on the local station.

She saw that he didn't plan to leave and said strangely, "don't you have to go to the company today?"

Jing Boyuan put down the remote control, got up and came over, "just came back from a business trip, take a day off."

The man is tall, giving people a heavy sense of oppression. As he approaches, ye Qingxin's tailbone is inexplicably cold.

She moved quietly to the dressing room, smiling, "then sit here yourself, I'll be busy."

Maybe it's the sixth sense, or maybe she sensed something from jingboyuan's flat and wrinkle free eyes. She always felt like a little white rabbit being watched by a big gray wolf, and there was no place to escape danger.

Jingboyuan seems to find her intention, easily intercepts her way, holds her waist in both hands, takes her back a few steps, and traps her between herself and the wall.

He bent down the tall body, looked directly into the girl's eyes, "a few days no see, did not think of me?"

The voice is low and magnetic, with a bit of hoarseness and temptation.

The smell of a mature man makes Ye Qingxin's heart beat faster and her ears are hot. Jingboyuan's impression on the bottom of her eyes is different from that of the past. It's bad and handsome.

She raised her eyes and looked at him like this. There was shyness in her eyes.

Jingboyuan's right hand moved up the curve of her body, and finally fell on her pink lips. Her thick thumb rubbed her delicate lower lip, ambiguous and unorthodox.

Ye Qingxin was so touched by him that his heart would jump out of his throat and his palms would sweat.

It's not the first time, but she will still be nervous.

Jingboyuan grabbed the girl's eyes tightly and asked again: "do you miss me? Well

He is very persistent on this question, and seems to want Ye Qingxin to answer Zi Chou Yin Mao.

Ye Qingxin's hand didn't know when to grasp his waist shirt, tightly, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw.

For a long time, she lowered her eyelashes, her eyes twinkled, and nodded slowly. In her mouth, she whispered a word like a kitten: "mmm."

Jingboyuan put on a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth. Instead of rubbing her lips, he pinched her chin, raised it slightly and lowered his head to kiss her.

Thin lips on her lips for a moment, hot tongue easily pry open her teeth, pound in and entangle with her.

Ye Qingxin's body softened.

Jingboyuan's tall and strong body pressed her on the sofa. She was in a state of confusion. She suddenly remembered that there was no condom here.

She wants to remind, but it's too late. The man seems to be a little anxious and suddenly takes her whole son.

It's hot now. It's very muggy when I get up early in the morning. The indoor central air conditioner keeps cooling almost 24 hours a day. The cool air is heating up now.

Jingboyuan clasps Ye Qingxin's shoulder with his backhand, and his sweat drips from his chin.

Just finished, the mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

Ye Qingxin is still breathing on the sofa, and her consciousness has not returned in the distant time and space. However, jingboyuan has picked up the phone and talked about work with the people on the phone without blushing or gasping. Her voice is calm and reliable.

Waiting for ye Qingxin to ease off from the situation just now, jingboyuan has closed the line.

Her T-shirt and underwear were pushed to her neck, her jeans were hanging on the armrest of the sofa, and two pairs of underwear were scattered on jingboyuan's trousers on the ground.

When she sat up, her abdomen was so sticky that she felt uncomfortable. Thinking of the previous scenes, her face was burning. She stood up and wanted to take a shower in the bathroom. The pain of her lower body made her feet sprain and nearly fell down. Jingboyuan had a clear eye and quickly reached for her.

"Slow down." Jingboyuan seems to have some helplessness in her voice, as if she is an extremely worrying child.

Ye Qingxin raised his head and glared at him, "because of who?"

Looking at her shy and angry face, Jing Boyuan chuckles and reaches out to pick her up and walks into the bathroom.

Although she has been frank about it, I don't know how many times, but she can't make ye Qingxin take a bath in front of a mature man, and the posture of washing some places is really shameful, and she can't make it in front of jingboyuan.

"Well... Can you go out for a while? When I'm done, why don't you come back? " She consulted with him.

Jingboyuan slowly takes off his only clothes and throws them into the dirty clothes basket. Wen Yan sweeps his eyes and says carelessly, "do you want me to take them off for you?"

Clearly is a question sentence, just let him say the taste of command and hegemony.

Ye Qingxin fought silently for a while and took off his only T-shirt and bra.

Before that, the shower room was very spacious. It was crowded because of a tall man. It seemed that even the air was thin. Ye Qingxin felt depressed and suffocated.

After taking a bath, ye Qingxin just put on her clothes. The doorbell rang, accompanied by the sound of banging on the door, and Dou Wei'er's ghost cry: "Xinxin, open the door, I can't cut a piece of clothes well, please help me!"

Ye Qingxin ran to open the door and went to the living room. He saw that the clothes on the sofa had not been cleaned up. He hurriedly cleaned up the sofa again and ran back before opening the door. He closed the bedroom door and said to jingboyuan: "you stay here, don't come out!"

Then he slammed the door.

Jing Boyuan looks at the door which is closed mercilessly, his brow is slightly frowning.

Opened the door, Dou Wei Er a face is not happy, the side complains the side to come in: "do what?"? It took so long to open the door. "

Entering the living room, she sniffed, "what's the smell in your living room? It's strange that the curtain doesn't open. "

Ye Qingxin, as if nothing had happened, came to pull the curtain of the living room, opened the window by the way, let the hot air pour in, "do you have a taste? No, "he said

But Dou Wei Er's eyes fell on her hair again, "you just took a bath?"

Ye Qingxin lifted the long wet hair and said with a smile, "well, I just ran downstairs and sweated."

Dou Wei'er looked at the poisonous sunlight outside, "on such a hot day, are you going to run?"

Ye Qingxin's heart is empty, but the smile at the corner of his mouth is still calm and calm. "I stay under the air conditioner every day, and I'm so stuffy that I can sweat." Suddenly thought of the purpose of Dou Wei'er, she said: "you don't mean you can't cut clothes well, I'll show you."

Then she pushed Dou Wei'er out of the door.

As they were about to walk out of the living room to the porch, the master bedroom door suddenly opened, and Jing Boyuan came out with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His sleeves were rolled up and his collar was unbuttoned. He was in his own home.

His short hair was wet, and he had obviously just taken a bath.

When Dou Wei'er hears the news, she subconsciously turns around and sees jingboyuan. Her eyes suddenly stare straight. Then she looks at Ye Qingxin's eyes, full of disbelief.

Ye Qingxin's face was crossed by a faint heart.

Jingboyuan nodded slightly to Dou Wei'er. His attitude was alienated and ended in politeness. Then he passed in front of them and went to the kitchen to pick up a cup and pour a glass of water. It was as if his appearance was just a casual matter.

"Xinxin, don't tell me that boss Jing took a bath because he went down to run with you." As soon as Dou Wei'er came out of the door, she couldn't wait to launch a crusade. "I said, how can you pull the curtains in the daytime, and the strange smell in the living room? It's amazing. I didn't expect that you looked pure and clever on the surface, but you were so open in private..."

Dou Wei'er is also through the personnel, some things, a little thought, can be a series of Tianxiang building.

Ye Qingxin blushed with shame.

Just now, she was afraid that Dou Wei'er would see jingboyuan and make such a fuss as now. Who knows, she still didn't hide.

Jing Boyuan is also really, they are going out, can't wait two minutes to come out again?

"Well, let me ask you a question." Entering Dou Wei'er's home, she took Ye Qingxin and asked with great interest: "I am very curious that a man like Jing Boyuan is more powerful than other men in all aspects, so is he also very powerful in bed?"

Not only do men talk about porn in private, but girls also talk about it in private.

Ye Qingxin blushed and looked at Dou Wei'er, "you called me to ask this?"

"Oh, tell me about it. There's no one else here. What's the feeling? Are you happy Dou Wei Er says to think of suddenly what, again way: "should be very fierce?"? I remember that you were once taken to the hospital by him, and the doctor said that you had too much sex... "

Ye Qingxin turns to go.

Dou Wei'er grabbed her and begged for mercy: "OK, OK, I won't say it, OK? Come and help me to see if there is something wrong with this garment sample. I can't cut it well... "

It's eleven o'clock unconsciously.

Ye Qingxin looked at his mobile phone and asked Dou Wei'er, "we'll have lunch together later?"

Dou Wei'er kept looking at the half body model and said, "I don't want to be a light bulb. I'll order a take out later."

Ye Qingxin is not reluctant.

Back home, the door opened and the food was delicious.

She a Leng, walked inside a few steps, through the porch, saw the man in the restaurant is to the table soup.

There are three dishes on the table, two meat and one vegetable.

Ye Qingxin is surprised. This is the first time that she has seen jingboyuan stir fry vegetables. Twice before, he cooked noodles.

Jingboyuan looked up to see her, expression did not move, just plain said: "wash your hands to eat."

The tone, as if such a scene has happened countless times.

Ye Qingxin smiles and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he comes out, there are two sets of dishes and chopsticks on the table. Jing Boyuan sits on one side of the table without moving his chopsticks, as if he is waiting for her.

The man's hair did not send glue, and he was lying on his head in a cool way. His white shirt was clean and tidy, without any oil or water stains. If it wasn't for the same roll of sleeves, ye Qingxin almost doubted whether he had changed his shirt after dinner.

The taste of the dishes is very good. Although they are not as good as the chefs in five-star hotels, they are much better than the home dishes of ordinary people.

Jing Boyuan ate quietly and courteously. He didn't like some young people. After cooking a meal, he consciously worked hard and made great contributions. He was as calm as a mountain and didn't float.

After dinner, ye Qingxin rushes to wash the dishes. Jingboyuan doesn't fight with her. She sits on the dining chair with her long legs folded, one arm on the back of the chair and the other on the dining table. Her deep eyes follow the girl's busy and thin figure.

After washing the dishes, ye Qingxin remembers that the clothes she changed last night and this morning haven't been washed. When she goes into the bathroom, the dirty clothes basket is empty. When she comes out, she looks to the balcony, where the clothes of men and women are neatly hung.

"Did you wash it?" Ye Qingxin looks at jingboyuan, feeling inexplicable, but his mouth can't help rising.

Jing Boyuan came out of the kitchen with a teapot in one hand and a teacup in the other. Wen Yan nodded his head, and there was nothing else to say.

He was sitting on the sofa, looking like he wanted to spend a leisurely afternoon here.

Ye Qingxin stares at him for a moment, and then runs to him with small steps, embracing Jing Boyuan's neck from behind, with the back of the sofa between them.

Girl's head is very light, put on his shoulder, no weight, spit out the breath with a touch of girl fragrance, mixed with the smell of shampoo.

"Thank you, Mr. Jing."

Ye Qingxin said, pecking at jingboyuan's cheek.

No matter the voice and intonation, or the action, they are all playful, with a pair of big black and white eyes, smart and lovely.

That's what a young girl should be like.

Jing Boyuan remembers meeting her just now. She is like a woman in her thirties. She is calm and detached, polite and polite. She seems to be at the end of a thousand sails.

I don't know if he was infected by her, but he also had the heart of joking. He clasped her on the back of the head with his backhand, deeply kissed her on the lips and tongue, then let her go and asked, "since I feel hard, should I reward you?"

Ye Qingxin was blushed by her kiss, and her eyes were like silk. She asked, "what reward does Mr. Jing want?"

Jing Boyuan has a smile in his eyes, "how about making a promise by example?"

Ye Qingxin thought of the night of his confession, and couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Jing has forgotten that the little girl is already Mr. Jing's person. How can she make a promise again?"

The next moment, she only felt a whirl in front of her eyes, and she didn't know what Jing Boyuan did. When she reacted, he had already pressed people on the sofa, kissing hot and lingering.

The man was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

I don't know how long it's been.

Looking at another scene in the morning, jingboyuan's mobile phone vibrates.

He got up to answer the phone without avoiding.

There don't know what to say, ye Qingxin heard him return a word: "EH."

Hung up the phone, jingboyuan said: "grandma let us go back to dinner at night, she said miss you."

Ye Qingxin smiles: "OK, I miss grandma too."

In the afternoon, ye Qingxin is busy in the garment making room. Jingboyuan is watching TV outside. When ye Qingxin comes out to the toilet on the way out, he sees the meticulous old man on the financial channel on the TV screen, saying a long series of long and boring words and sentences to the complicated data chart. It's hard for jingboyuan to be attentive and serious.

The door of the dressing room is open. Occasionally, the voice of a man on the phone can be heard.

At half past five in the evening, they set out.

Master Lu is waiting at the bottom of the building in a black casserole.

At the moment when the black Cayenne leaves the gate of the community, a silver car drives into the community from the other side of the driveway. The window is open. For a moment, ye Qingxin's remaining light seems to see he Jifan's face. When she looks at it, the two cars have crossed.

She pulled Jing Boyuan's shirt cuff, turned her eyes and ran out through the windshield behind her, "Boyuan, does that car belong to he Jifan? The silver one... "

Jing Boyuan pulled her back and sat down, "it has nothing to do with you."

Listening to his tone, it seems that he Jifan will appear here.

Ye Qingxin thinks of her and Dou Wei'er's house, and suddenly he feels that the two men are complicit.

She tilted her head and squinted at jingboyuan. "The reason why he Jifan bought the house next door for Wei'er is that your idea? Are you helping him please Vera

Jingboyuan took her little hand and rubbed it gently. "I'm not interested in other people's affairs."

"Then you..."

"It's not good for you to live with her."

Ye Qingxin doesn't understand, "what's wrong? I have such a good relationship with Wei'er that we can take care of each other when we live together. "

"It's not convenient for me." Jing Boyuan suddenly came up to her and whispered in her ear. When she spoke, the hot air blew into her ears and eyes. It was numb and itchy. She couldn't help shrinking.

Ye Qingxin suddenly thinks of the absurd things on the sofa during the day. He turns his head and stares at Jing Boyuan.

This man, think far enough.

She suddenly felt that she was the monkey. No matter how she tossed, she could not escape from the five finger mountain of the Tathagata Buddha.

Through a fruit supermarket, ye Qingxin got off the car and bought some fruit with him.

The gift is light, but it's a heart.

When the car arrived at Jing's old house, it was already dark.

Ye Qingxin enters the porch with jingboyuan, and the laughter comes out in bursts. Listening to the voice, it seems that there are guests.

"Is there a guest at home?" Jing Boyuan asked the servant casually.

The servant handed over two pairs of indoor slippers and said, "Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan, Mr. Sheng and Mrs. Sheng are here."

Jing Boyuan nodded.

Yan's wife Ye Qingxin has a good feeling for her. Since she gave her number for the second time, she always calls or sends a text message a week. Although the content is the same and asks her how she is doing, she is grateful in her heart.

Old lady Yan gave her the illusion that she was really her grandmother.

As for Mrs. Sheng, ye Qingyou is not deeply impressed. Even if she is impressed, it has something to do with Yu Qingyou. It's not that she doesn't like Mrs. Sheng. It's just that her relationship with Yu Qingyou is so stiff. I don't know if Mrs. Sheng will have any opinions on her.

They went into the living room.

Mrs. Jing, Mrs. Sheng and Mrs. Yan are sitting on the sofa chatting. Their faces are full of heartfelt smiles. Seeing ye Qingxin and jingboyuan come in, Mrs. Jing takes the lead in saying: "Xinxin, come to grandma's side. Ah yuan, go upstairs and play chess with your grandfather."

Jingboyuan greets Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Sheng respectively, and then goes upstairs.

Ye Qingxin greets Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Sheng by learning the name of jingboyuan. Just as she wants to go to Mrs. Jing, Mrs. Yan reaches out and holds her. Meanwhile, she moves to the side and says, "grandma, please sit here."

Ye Qingxin looks at Mrs. Jing in embarrassment, as if asking for her advice.

Old lady Jing said with a smile, "grandma Yan likes you, so you can sit with her for a while."

Ye Qingxin just sat down according to the words. Old man Yan couldn't help joking to old lady Jing: "your granddaughter-in-law is listening to you."

Old lady Jing laughs. She is obviously very satisfied with Ye Qingxin's clever and sensible.

Ye Qingxin sat down for a while. She couldn't get in touch with the three old people when they were talking. She noticed that there was only tea on the tea table. Taking advantage of the gap between the three old people, she suggested: "I bought some fresh Tizi when I came with Bo Yuan. Let me wash some for the three grandmothers."

Old lady Jing said with a smile, "OK, let's go."

When she got up and went to the kitchen, Mrs. Yan said enviously, "I envy you, not only for your grandson and granddaughter, but also for your clever granddaughter-in-law."

Mrs. Jing knew that Mrs. Yan was thinking of something sad again, and began to comfort her: "don't you have a beautiful and capable granddaughter? It's OK. In the future, I'll see that Jiaojiao is also a filial girl. "

After hearing this, Mrs. Yan felt more melancholy. Tears came slowly from her turbid eyes. "It's not my own child after all. I still think about my poor granddaughter. If she is still there, she will be as sensible and beautiful as your granddaughter-in-law."

Mrs. Sheng seemed to be in a state of depression. She sighed and said to Mr. Yan, "I was also to blame. I shouldn't have asked Wen Jun to come back with Tong Tong and his heart in the rain, otherwise there would be no traffic accident..."