Just when Zhang Yuanqing was about to pounce like a tiger, the black figure turned sideways. He couldn't help but be stunned when he saw a perfect S-shaped figure exposed in front of him.
After getting closer, I smelled the fragrance of the other person and realized that this person was Zheng Yao.
Zheng Yao turned around and saw a person lying on the ground, and was immediately startled.
"You are sick, you are crawling on the ground at night!" Zheng Yao came up and kicked him.
Fortunately, she didn't wear shoes, and she didn't use any force, so her kicks on Zhang Yuanqing were soft.
Zhang Yuanqing stood up quickly: "I'm sorry, I heard noises outside, and I thought there was a burglar in the house."
"What kind of thief is there? You are the thief." Zheng Yao was furious, so she got closer and beat him a few more times.
For Zhang Yuanqing's physique, Zheng Yao's attacks were harmless and soft. He didn't care. He was apologizing and preparing to go back to the room. Suddenly, through the moonlight outside the window, he saw crystal tears all over Zheng Yao's face.
And when the two of them faced each other, they could smell the red wine in her mouth.
Zhang Yuanqing looked down and saw an opened bottle of red wine on the table in the hall.
Obviously, Zheng Yao was drinking alone outside just now. It was late at night, unable to sleep, getting up to drink, and crying while drinking. It didn't look like something Zheng Yao could do.
However, only the wine bottle was seen but not the wine glass, indicating that she was blowing on the bottle. Holding red wine and blowing on the bottle, she is indeed a strong woman.
"Sister, what happened to you?" Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing took the initiative to show concern.
Zheng Yao seemed to hate others seeing this side of her, so she turned around and cursed: "I want you to take care of me, you hypocritical bastards, get back to your room."
Seeing that she had such a bad temper, Zhang Yuanqing did not tolerate her: "When there is no strong wind and strong rain, the clouds open and the moon shines. You go to bed early, and I will go to bed too."
Zhang Yuanqing turned around and wanted to go back to sleep, but Zheng Yao called him back again: "Wait a minute, don't leave!"
Zhang Yuanqing turned around again and saw Zheng Yao walking in front of him. Zheng Yao is 1.7 meters tall and is considered tall among women.
She was barefoot and only half a head shorter than Zhang Yuanqing.
The two of them were very close, and Zheng Yao ordered coldly: "Hold me."
"Ah?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment.
"Hold me." Zheng Yao repeated these words, but her tone was already soft and unreasonable, like a helpless girl.
At this moment, she looked completely different from the same person during the day. It was probably the night that tore off her disguise.
Zhang Yuanqing probably understood, and without saying a word, he held Zheng Yao in his arms domineeringly.
Although he didn't know what happened to Zheng Yao, it didn't stop him from lending a helping hand, just as a token of warmth. I'm not afraid of her taking advantage, and I can't tell who will take advantage of whom.
Zheng Yao was quietly held by Zhang Yuanqing, her head resting on his shoulder. After a while, his shoulders were wet with tears.
Only then did Zhang Yuanqing remember that he was shirtless. Because I was in a hurry, I put on a pair of big pants after taking a shower in the evening.
But now that she is crying so sadly, I can't go back and get dressed first. Come on, don't let the wealth go to other people's fields, just treat it as an advantage to your god-sister.
I don't know how long it took, but there was no movement from Zheng Yao. It turned out that she fell asleep in Zhang Yuanqing's arms.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing gently picked her up and sent her to her room.
It is said that beauty can be seen under the moon. With the faint moonlight, Zheng Yao is indeed beautiful. There were still residual tears on her face, which made her previous meanness disappear by a third, leaving her with a touch of pity.
Zhang Yuanqing sighed quietly. From the perspective of others, Zheng Yao, a thirty-five-year-old deputy director, can be said to be a winner in life. In fact, there is no winner in life, and no matter who has his or her heart turned upside down, there are a few visible wounds.
People still have to live a rough life, cry when they want to, and curse when they want to.
Zhang Yuanqing covered Zheng Yao's quilt, then stood up and left.
He went back to his room, wiped the tears off his body, lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly.
This time he didn't wake up until after seven o'clock. He wanted to sleep a little longer, but his body's biological clock was causing trouble and he couldn't sleep at this point.
Zhang Yuanqing got up and washed up, then walked to the living room and found that breakfast for one person was already placed in the living room. There was also a letter and a set of keys beside it.
Zhang Yuanqing opened it and saw that it was a farewell letter.
Due to the last attack, Zheng Yao has to go to the capital for a period of time, maybe a month or two, maybe half a year. She left the key to the villa and asked Zhang Yuanqing to look after it from time to time.
The letter was very long and contained very trivial details. For example, what are the taboos in taking care of her house? You are not allowed to bring any men in. If you bring a woman, you cannot bring her into the master bedroom, and you must wash the quilt after sleeping.
Zhang Yuanqing really read it patiently, then shook his head and commented to himself: "What a first hard work, the writing is too scattered. If this were in front of me, I would have to complete two sentences."
At the end of the letter, Zheng Yao left a number. Tell him that if he encounters a problem that cannot be solved, he can call him, but he only has one chance.
Zhang Yuanqing's heart warmed when he saw this. My god-sister is still my god-sister. It's not in vain that I lend you my shoulders. Next time you want to cry, just come to me. It doesn’t matter if you cry on my shoulder.
Zhang Yuanqing put the letter away and had breakfast alone.
After breakfast, Zhou Qiangbin called: "Are you up?"
"Get up, what are your orders from the leader?" Zhang Yuanqing knew he had a mission as soon as he heard these words.
Zhou Qiangbin hummed: "Today your sister and Yiyi are going to visit the temple. I will let Qiao Qiang drive and you will accompany me, just to relax. You Qiu will help me keep an eye on your sister, she will definitely go to the mountain. Caifeng, I can't talk about her, so keep an eye on her."
Zhang Yuanqing agreed, hurriedly finished his breakfast and walked out of the community.
Qiao Qiang's car has already arrived, and Zhao Xinyi and Zhou Yiyi are sitting in the back seat. The two of them seemed to be ignoring each other. Zhao Xinyi was playing with her mobile phone, while Zhou Yiyi was reading a book, as quiet as a virgin.
After Zhang Yuanqing got in the car, Zhao Xinyi just glanced at him.
Zhang Yuanqing also felt that Zhao Xinyi's attitude towards him was a bit strange since he hinted it yesterday.
Zhou Yiyi didn't care about her and immediately became active.
"Brother Zhang, can you accompany me to copy Buddhist scriptures when we get there later? I'm familiar with the abbot there. If I meet him, I'll ask him to show you his face." Zhou Yiyi said with a smile.
Zhao Xinyi frowned a little when she heard the title Brother Zhang. I call myself brother, and this girl calls me brother. Do we still need to talk about sisters?
Fortunately, Zhang Yuanqing directly said what she wanted to say: "Brother Zhang, call me uncle!"
Zhou Yiyi curled her lips, glanced at Zhao Xinyi, and then called out: "Uncle Qing."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded solemnly. Remembering what Zhou Yiyi said about fortune telling, he added, "The abbot you are talking about should be a monk. What kind of physiognomy does a monk have? Is it possible that the professions are integrated now?"
When Zhang Yuanqing was a child, he often saw traveling Taoist priests, telling people fortunes and reading fortunes from time to time. How could any monk read fortunes to people?
"Don't talk nonsense. The abbot's words are accurate. He said that this year the red luan star will move. Look, I will meet you." Zhou Yiyi was not afraid of death at all and deliberately made such a joke in front of Zhao Xinyi. .
I don’t know what the psychology was, but I just deliberately made my words unclear.
Zhao Xinyi obviously looked troubled, and even Qiao Qiang coughed twice.
Zhang Yuanqing gave her a reply: "If you talk crazy again, I'll kick you down!"
