Chen Zongci drank a little too much today and stood at the door for a while to blow the wind. Now he has a terrible headache.
He exposed Zhou Zhijing's lies, but he didn't intend to listen to her defense. He pushed the door open and got out of the car, instructing her to go upstairs and cook him hangover soup.
The open kitchen was spotless and there was no trace of fire.
Minimalist decoration, with gray and black as the main theme, a home with no warmth.
Zhou Zhijing's aunt had a lot of wine shops. During the worst period, she would drink wine five days a week. Therefore, her aunt had a special recipe for sobering up soup.
Zhou Zhijing followed the same example and cooked a bowl.
in the living room.
The man spread his legs and sat in the middle of the sofa, raising his neck to reveal his sexy Adam's apple.
A week has passed, and the ambiguous mark on the collarbone has become invisible.
Zhou Zhijing really hopes that his memory can disappear completely like these traces.
She put the hangover soup on the coffee table and said, "You should go to bed early."
It's time to say goodbye.
Chen Zongci raised his head and when he saw the steaming soup, he said like an uncle, "Help me cool it down."
"Drink it while it's hot for the best effect."
"Take a sip first and let me take a look."
It's fresh out of the pot, so if you know how to drink it, you have to scald it off a layer of skin.
Zhou Zhijing squatted down and fanned the sobering soup with his hands.
Those who are submissive are exceptionally well-behaved.
The light blue shirt is tied tightly with a dark belt at the collar and tied with a bow, like a gift, given to be untied.
Chen Zongci stared at the bow and asked, "Is this the 24th this year?"
"Yes, Mr. Chen."
"Zhou Jing, which one?"
He was asking knowingly.
Zhou Zhijing looked at him and replied: "Childish and childish."
He smiled inexplicably.
Zhou Zhijing fanned himself conscientiously for five minutes before bringing the sobering soup over.
Chen Zongci took it and took a sip, but it didn't taste good.
If he didn't say leave, Zhou Zhijing couldn't leave, so he had to wait nearby.
Chen Zongci thought the hangover soup was unpalatable, so he put it down after only two sips. He frowned and asked her to pour water.
Zhou Zhijing sent water.
While drinking, he asked casually: "Have you had your membrane replenished?"
The superficial peace was torn apart by these words.
Zhou Zhijing said calmly: "I thought that if you gave me 50,000 yuan, this matter would be settled and would never be mentioned again."
"If Mr. Chen is fine, I will go back first."
Chen Zongci refused to let her go like this, and glanced at her casually, but did not say a good word.
He put the water glass down with a small sound. He put his elbows on his knees and hooked his fingers at her, motioning for her to squat down.
Zhou Zhijing hesitated for two seconds before squatting down.
Obedience is the only way to escape.
Chen Zongci turned his face sideways and his eyes fell on her face.
He stretched out his right hand, held her neck, and pulled her under his eyes.
His movements were not gentle, and Zhou Zhijing's hands accidentally touched his knees.
The distance between the two was neither far nor close, and their breaths were intertwined. In such a quiet space, there was a trace of ambiguity.
Zhou Zhijing unconsciously tightened her fingers, and she could clearly feel the hardness of his leg muscles through the fabric of his trousers.
Her breathing and heart were confused.
His knowing eyes hid the wildness that wanted to tear her apart.
The rapid ringing of the doorbell interrupted everything.
Chen Zongci let go of his hand, his expression returned to normal, and he said quietly: "Go and open the door."
Zhou Zhijing stood up, but his legs went weak and he fell squarely on top of him.
Her lips brushed against his collar, her nose touched his cheek, and her hand pressed up a few inches.
Chen Zongci did not move, but turned his face sideways, his breath spreading on her cheeks.
The itching was frightening.
Zhou Zhijing quickly stood up from him, arranged his clothes, and opened the door.
The woman outside the door was surprised when she saw Zhou Zhijing.
"why you?"
Zhou Zhijing invited the person in and said, "I am Mr. Chen's temporary assistant. Mr. Chen drank too much."
The visitor is Chen Zongci’s childhood sweetheart, Lin Xuqiu.
The two had met before.
