The car drove into the hotel and Cheng Xi followed Zhou Jingchen upstairs.
The executive suite is on the 33rd floor, top floor.
Zhou Jingchen sat down next to the floor-to-ceiling window and tapped the edge of the table with his fingers.
It also touched Cheng Xi's heart.
When he was alone, he acted as if nothing had happened, but she was the one who felt uncomfortable.
Men are indeed more open than women in this regard.
"The driver bought soy milk, you come out to drink it after taking a shower."
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Extremely subtle.
Zhou Jingchen studied her for a long time. The room temperature was getting higher and higher. He took off his tie and threw it away, "Go and wash it."
Cheng Xi ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
The soles of my feet are a little fluttery.
There was an atmosphere of constant turmoil and confusion between him and Zhou Jingchen.
If you accidentally poke it, it will be out of control.
Cheng Xi hung her warm clothes on the door handle, turned on the shower, and found that she didn't bring a bath towel. She opened the door again and went out, "Do you have a towel in the car -"
Zhou Jingchen raised his head and met each other's eyes. Only then did Cheng Xi realize that he was talking on the phone.
"Are you with a woman?" Mrs. Zhou's ears were very sensitive.
"Um."
He was caught red-handed and he did not deny it.
There are no female subordinates around him, including his work assistant and life secretary, who are all men, and Mrs. Zhou also knows this.
If a female subordinate has been together for a long time, it is difficult to guarantee that she will develop a desire for superiority.
Once you take the risk and attack him, your goal is to reach the sky in one step. Become Mrs. Zhou based on your mother and son, not just a few dollars.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, "Where are you?"
"hotel."
"Didn't you go back to your home?"
"No."
"You are quite measured."
Mrs. Zhou was mentally prepared.
He was busy with official duties and had no desires. After all, he was still in his prime of life. It was normal for him to forget his love for a night or two occasionally.
"what occupation?"
Zhou Jingchen crossed his long legs and stroked the crease of his pants line, "Female student."
Cheng Xi was so frightened that he held his breath, fearing that Mrs. Zhou would hear the slightest bit of her voice again.
"Are you an adult?"
"twenty."
Mrs. Zhou was in the shopping mall. There was a beauty advertisement broadcast, which was very noisy. "The girl has agreed to meet."
"You arrange your days."
Zhou Jingchen's attitude was neither expecting nor disgusting. Everything would happen naturally and he accepted it peacefully.
Mrs. Zhou thought for a moment, "What about the arrangement in two days?"
He's still okay.
"Then you have to be careful." Mrs. Zhou didn't want to get into trouble. "It's better to give more compensation to female students than less. The most taboo is entanglement. You should settle the matter immediately and we'll be done with it."
Zhou Jingchen calmly hung up the phone and looked at Cheng Xi, "It's in a sealed bag on the bed."
No wonder he picked up a bag from the trunk, which turned out to be for towels.
Very thoughtful.
He knows how to take care of women, he is considerate but not sentimental, he wants wealth and style, and no woman doesn’t love him.
"The supplies in the hotel are unhygienic." Zhou Jingchen's eyes lingered on her with unclear meaning, "You are sick, and so am I."
Cheng Xi's ears buzzed and he became temporarily deaf.
Zhou Jingchen's meaning was obvious.
As long as the time is right and both of them have feelings for each other, he does not reject this dangerous and taboo relationship.
"Has the date been set for the meeting?"
"deal."
Cheng Xi fiddled with the zipper of the sealed bag, and the girl's charming face appeared before his eyes, "Do you like pretty ones?"
"Otherwise." Zhou Jingchen turned the phone, and the screen flickered on and off under repeated touches of his thumb, "Do you like ugly ones?"
With too much force, the zipper collapsed and could not be closed.
She covered the crooked zipper.
"Being beautiful is important, not the most important thing." Zhou Jingchen leaned on the sofa.
Cheng Xi lowered his arms, "Family background is the most important thing."
"You think so?"
She turned slightly.
Zhou Jingchen faced the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the gauze curtains also blocked the light. His eyebrows were mysterious and dim.
Cheng Xi entered the bathroom very lightly.
...
After Zhou Jingchen finished reviewing the last pile of documents, he raised his head and frowned.
With a casual glance from the corner of his eye, Cheng Xi, with her long hair hanging down, was drying a towel.
The bruises on the thin, white and slender ankles have faded away, and the anklets with small bells look like the tips of the tender spring bamboo shoots he likes to eat.
He felt that the rhythm of the bells was very good, especially when she put her legs on his shoulders, one after another, he hit her, the bells hit him, he was hard, and the bells were also hard.
He was shaking wildly with it.
It's simply a silent temptation.
Zhou Jingchen stood up and took off his shirt, an emotional blush appeared on his collarbone.
He turned his back, his spine rippled violently, and the belt rested on the sofa.
The sound of rushing water sounded in the bathroom.
Turn the water on to maximum.
Cheng Xi passed the time by flipping through the hotel's global travel magazine.
"Towel." Zhou Jingchen called her.
She came closer and said, "There are no new towels."
The sound of the shower was strong, diluting the man's voice, "The one you used."
Like a tight string, she shook uncontrollably.
"Cheng Xi?" Zhou Jingchen called again.
She grasped the wet towel on the clothes hanger and opened the door a third of the way. Water mist hit her face. Zhou Jingchen stretched out his hand, and the water traces slowly flowed down his thin arms.
Grabbing the towel, he grabbed her as well.
Unlike shaking hands to keep her warm in the car, now he is a man and she is a woman.
A naked, hot man.
She retracted her hand and put it behind her back.
Through the translucent frosted door, the contours of Zhou Jingchen's buttocks bulged vigorously and naturally.
"slippers."
Cheng Xi went to the door, took out a new pair of slippers and handed them to him.
The steam in the room was so stuffy that she was going to lack oxygen.
"What you need?"
Zhou Jingchen took the shoes and said, "No need."
Cheng Xi was relieved and fled.
Ten minutes later, the driver bought breakfast and handed her a square cardboard box, "It belongs to Mr. Zhou."
She placed it intact on top of the pile of approved documents.
The driver left, and Zhou Jingchen opened the door crack, "Xiao Yang, give it to me."
Cheng Xi held a cup of sweet soy milk and said, "The driver has left, what do you want?"
There was no sound of water running in the bathroom, and the words came clearly, "Is there a box?"
"have."
"I want."
Scanning the label of the box on his wrist, Cheng Xi could look at it: men's pure cotton antibacterial crotch underwear.
One is triangular and the other is four-cornered.
She is complicated inside.
Zhou Jingchen has a solemn and serious temperament, but he also has a lusty and wild side that is unknown to others.
His briefs are not the right size and cannot be covered.
After reacting, my boxers almost burst.
Zhou Jingchen put on his pants, wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom, "What are you thinking about."
Cheng Xi felt embarrassed about being discovered, "I want to think about the answers to yesterday's exam."
"Lie." Zhou Jingchen's eyes were like hooks, unpredictable and straight.
It made her feel excited.
"The driver bought the wrong one. I haven't worn that one."
Cheng Xi lowered his head and said nothing.
"If it's too narrow, it will leak."
He put a hot towel on his face to soothe his mind.
She used this towel to wipe her private parts while taking a shower.
The way Zhou Jingchen was buried in the towel reminded her of another scene and made her face turn red with embarrassment.
"You..." She hesitated.
"You like it?" Zhou Jingchen interrupted.
Cheng Xi was startled.
"Have you ever seen a man wearing it?"
She shook her head, then nodded.
"I've seen it somewhere."
The light was soft, making Zhou Jingchen feel much gentler than before.
Cheng Xi said truthfully, "Natural pool."
Zhou Jingchen pinched a strand of her long hair and pushed it behind her ears. Her entire face was completely under the light.
"Can you swim?"
She shook her head seriously this time, "I haven't learned."
"I'll teach you." Zhou Jingchen touched her earlobe vaguely. There were calluses on his fingertips. They were neither thin nor thick, but rough. They were honed by long-term work.
Every inch of skin he touched was extremely sensitive.
Cheng Xi's heart seemed to burst out of his throat.
After a moment, Zhou Jingchen opened his palm and found a small pearl clip.
"Too sloppy."
She washed her hair and forgot to take off the clips. She rubbed it back and forth and got tangled in the hair.
Still unaware.
"Thanks."
Cheng Xi had her broken hair stuck, her little pearls were delicate and round, and her forehead was also small. Zhou Jingchen took another look at the bell chain on her feet, and his lumbar spine suddenly went numb.
There was an undercurrent in his eyes.
