to the bedroom.

In the bedroom where they lived together, Qiao Xiang walked behind Yan Ruisen and went in, and he was in a trance for a while, and the time seemed to have returned to six years ago.

It's still the same furnishings, wallpaper on the wall, picture frames, floors, floor lamps...... All of them, none of them have been replaced.

Qiao Xiang stood in front of the Gucci vintage lamp that they bought back from the antique store, reaching out and gently caressing the cotton and linen lampshade, she was doing the movements she had done back then, and her fingertips seemed to touch lightly together.

The man hugged her slender waist behind himself, and a low, magnetic male voice sounded in her ear, "Do you remember, our first time?" ”

Qiao Xiang lowered his eyes and smiled.

How can you not remember?

Nineteen-year-old her, twenty-six-year-old him, it is obvious that he has the upper hand, and Qiao Xiang is an inexperienced child in front of him.

Obviously he brought it up, and he was still reasoning with her at the last moment, he said Xiangxiang, you have thought it through, I will give you a minute, and you will not regret it after a minute.

What can be considered in a minute?

Qiao Xiang is not hot-headed and reckless, if he didn't like him, how could he give himself to a man who he had only known for less than half a year?

It hurts so much, she endured it, and people who are usually afraid of pain when they get injections don't say a word when their hearts are crushed.

But Qiao Xiang never thought that there were few handsome people who had a successful career, and they were even a blank sheet of paper before that.

When Yan Ruisen buried himself in her chest and kissed her, his voice as light as a feather told her, he said Qiao Xiang, you remember, you are my first woman.

Her ears were buzzing, and it was hard to believe.

Turning over and pressing him underneath, Qiao Xiang held his face and asked him eye to eye, "Say what, say it again." ”

You are my first woman.

Hopefully, and last.

……

"There is no one else who can enter and leave this house freely except my mother, so I can't imagine any woman who would come here and tell you that she is my fiancée."

Qiao Xiang was lying on his stomach, Yan Ruisen was leaning against the head of the bed, Qiao Xiang told Yan Ruisen about the woman who claimed to be his fiancée, which seemed to Yan Ruisen to be a fantasy.

"Or are you making excuses for yourself? At that time, you thought that you didn't like me so much and wanted to leave, but now that you meet me and am being held accountable by me, you think of such a bad reason? ”

"I'm not a screenwriter who makes up stories!"

Qiao Xiang turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt, "What do you want me to say before you believe it?" I'm just afraid that I will accidentally become a third party before I leave secretly, because I think Yu Suyan's kind of insertion into other people's feelings is too immoral, I don't want to be like that. ”

Yan Ruisen was silent.

Raising his hand and pressing his eyebrows, he thought of countless possibilities, but he still couldn't think of any woman who was so bold.

Qiao Xiang got out of the quilt again, climbed up to Yan Ruisen, and put his arms around his neck, "Will you blame me?" ”

He smiled coldly, "Let's not mention this topic again in the future, it is easy to exacerbate the conflict." ”

“……”

"Even if that happens, you can wait for me to come back and confront me face to face, and leave without saying a word, are you responsible for yourself? Is there a responsibility for me? ”

Yan Ruisen remembered that she was going crazy in the past few years, and he wanted to strangle her at this moment. Qiao Xiang tried his best to please him, kissed his face, kissed his lips, tried everything, but still couldn't make his face look better.

It would be nice if beating her up would relieve his anger.

At five o'clock in the morning New York time, Qiao Xiang didn't feel sleepy at all, and he had to slowly reverse the jet lag.

Yan Ruisen seems to be accustomed to the jet lag all over the world, and as long as he wants to sleep, he can sleep in seconds. But Qiao Xiang didn't feel sleepy, afraid that she would be bored, so he kept sitting at the head of the bed reading and accompanying her.

Qiao Xiang lay on the bed, bored, and reached into Yan Ruisen's cotton trousers.

This time has been done a little frequently, and it has only been a plane for more than ten hours, Yan Ruisen doesn't want to tire her, even if he inevitably has to think about it when he stays together, he can bear it.

Qiao Xiang touched him and awakened his sleeping desire, which made him unbearable.

Qiao Xiang has never seen anyone else, and she doesn't know what she looks like, Yan Ruisen is good-looking, and sometimes she will take a few more glances when she holds it in her hand.

"Don't move." Yan Ruisen warned him, and there was forbearance in his tone.

Qiao Xiang stretched out his hand and put it on his lap.

After being quiet for a few seconds, Qiao Xiang turned over, sat on top of him, and took off his clothes without shame.

Like he usually did to her, kiss him, from top to bottom, how he usually ignited her, she did what she did at this time.

What kind of torment is this, endure it to a certain extent, and I don't care if she is tired.

Yan Ruisen took back the initiative, and Qiao Xiang was pressed on the bed.

The jet-black hair was spread out, like seaweed, she looked at him, restrained and dependent, there were traces of the charm of the day, Yan Ruisen could recall little by little, how he completely turned Qiao Xiang into his woman that day.

His breathing was heavy.

Her moaning was low, low, cat-like.

Really, it's the same as it was six years ago.

……

When Qiao Xiang woke up, it was already dusk.

There was no sign of Yan Ruisen in the room, only the folds in the sheets that proved that he had slept there.

The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated through the gap in the curtains, Qiao Xiang got out of bed barefoot, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains with a bang, unable to adapt to the strong light for a while, and blocked his hands above his eyelids.

There was the sound of water downstairs, Qiao Xiang stepped on his feet to look, and only saw Yan Ruisen wearing boots and holding his sleeves to clean the car by himself.

She just leaned against the lattice of the window, looking at his tough and upright back, and she had been looking at it for a long time.

Last night he needed more than usual, probably back here, the past was like a tidal wave filling the furrows in his chest, remembering that Qiao Xiang left without saying a word, and he waited hard, unwilling and helpless, and finally all evolved into the most straightforward desires.

Qiao Xiang's body was a little weak, and his stomach was empty, standing on the edge of the bed and feeling a little floating.

turned around to look for the suitcase and wanted to take out her clothes to change, but found that her clothes in the box had been taken out by him and put into his spacious cloakroom.

Qiao Xiang used to live here, she had her own room, and she had never encroached on Yan Ruisen's domain, in her opinion, most men who have successful careers have machismo, and Yan Ruisen is the same, he may not like his space to be occupied by anyone.

When she saw her clothes neatly hung in his cupboard, the warmth in her heart came to her, this man and her were no longer separated from each other.

Compared with others, his temperament is cold, he usually doesn't like to communicate with people, he is silent, and he doesn't even like to be disturbed by others - maybe people who have been pampered since childhood will be a little withdrawn in character, and Yan Ruisen's loneliness is manifested in his poor getting along.

He didn't know how good he looked when he smiled, but he was just stingy with a smile, and he didn't know how she had to please him to make him smile.

Qiao Xiang changed her clothes and went downstairs, her stomach growled, she ran outside and called Yan Ruisen, "That sexy man who washed the car, can you pause and cook me a meal first?" ”

Yan Ruisen had a cigarette in his mouth, because of the car wash, his white shirt and jeans were stained with some dirt, and when he saw Qiao Xiang affectionately about to paste it, he raised his hand to stop her, "Don't lean over, it's dirty." ”

Qiao Xiang's mouth was deflated, and he said again, "I'm very hungry now, can Mr. Yan feed me first and then wash your car?" ”

The water valve was closed, Yan Ruisen threw the faucet on the ground, took off the plastic gloves, and walked into the house, saying as he walked, "Not enough to feed you?"

This old driver can drive every minute.

Qiao Xiang was taken by him, no matter how vague he said, she could almost understand it in seconds.

The kitchen has everything Suzanne has prepared in advance, from meat to vegetables, and Yan Ruisen is more picky, and what Suzanne keeps in the fridge is carefully selected.

When Yan Ruisen was cooking, Qiao Xiang sat leisurely on the kitchen table behind him and looked at him, his two thin legs hooked together, gently swaying up and down, so uncomfortable.

Watching him dice beef, tomatoes, onions, potatoes, etc., and then put them in a pan and stir-fry, the smell wafted through the room in a short time.

Yan Ruisen is not very good at cooking, but if he is serious, he can still be on the table, and it is enough to support his wife and children.

Half an hour later, a plate of pasta with full color and flavor was placed in front of Qiao Xiang.

Last time, he made pasta, too, and I don't know if that's all he can do.

Qiao Xiang was not picky anymore, picked up the fork and began to eat, too hungry, eating a little faster, as usual, it must have gobbled up, Yan Ruisen shouted at her to eat slowly.

By the time Qiao Xiang finished eating, it was already twilight.

After sleeping enough and eating enough, Qiao Xiang pulled Yan Ruisen to accompany her shopping.

As for the car, I'll wash it tomorrow.

This section is a wealthy area, where wealthy businessmen gather, high society, and famous families live here, and the houses here are not only bought with money, but also know that Yan Ruisen is not only financially strong, but also has a good background.

Yan Ruisen has lived here for so many years, and it is inevitable to meet acquaintances on the road.

Standing on the side of the street to introduce Qiao Xiang, he took her hand, smiled and said, "This is my wife." ”

Then the other party will sigh with emotion and say, "Yan, your wife is very beautiful." ”

Qiao Xiang asked Yan Ruisen to take him to the flower shop to buy a lot of flowers, a large bouquet, Yan Ruisen helped her take all the way, and after returning home, she followed her instructions and carefully inserted them in the vase.

"Your babysitter keeps the garden in good order, and you should thank her."

When watching TV with Yan Ruisen, Qiao Xiang opened the conversation again.

Yan Ruisen wore black-framed glasses, put his slender legs on the coffee table, turned his head to look at her lightly, and then withdrew his gaze, "Isn't that what she should do?" ”

"You are very impersonal, and it is rare to say thank you to humanity for ten thousand years."

“……”

Yan Ruisen pushed the frame of the glass, his eyes were still on the book in his hand, and he said, "I'd better thank you first." ”

Qiao Xiang was interested, and lay on his lap with a smile, "Thank me for what?" ”

"Thank you for giving me this morning...... Well, a different experience. ”

“……”

Qiao Xiang closed his eyes and shouted God in his heart.

Can you not discuss very beastly things with her with such a very gentlemanly expression, this picture will make her feel very disagreeable.

"The little mouth is not only good at speaking, but also very good at ......"

"Mr. Yan, can we distill this topic?"

Qiao Xiang knelt on the sofa and put his hands together in a posture of kowtowing to him, "We can say something that is good for physical and mental health, what do you think?" ”

Yan Ruisen pulled her down and let her lie on his lap, not her, "The husband and wife blushed when they said a few jokes, their faces were so thin, it was better to meet Tao Zhengze's people less in the future." ”

"Why?"

"It will open the door to your new century."