"If you think I'm losing, don't make me angry anymore and serve me well, understand?"

Her hand was cold, and through a layer of fabric, she touched him.

He didn't move, and he was stunned for a long time before nodding: "Hmm." ”

Qin Zhaoli saw that his ears were red, and his mood was a little more cheerful, so he took his hand out of his trouser pocket and sat back on the chair: "I will help you find a house, it won't be an exaggeration, you can live with your sister, you quit your part-time job and go back to school." ”

Jiang Zhuo didn't agree immediately, and asked cautiously: "Can you quit singing?" I go a few nights a week and don't miss my studies. ”

"Okay, I'll say hello to the manager over there and ask him to take care of you."

He hummed and sat down on the edge of the single bed, not far or too close to her.

Qin Zhaoli didn't speak, he was also quiet, he didn't take the initiative to provoke the topic, he sat very upright and cramped, and he didn't dare to look at her, his eyes kept staring at the buttons of her windbreaker.

It's so honest that it's bullied.

"You're hot, huh?"

His ears were still red, and Qin Zhaoli wanted to pinch them a little.

His Adam's apple moved: "...... Well. ”

So shy, how can I fix it in the future.

Qin Zhaoli decided to let him go first: "I'm hungry, get me food." ”

Jiang Zhuo looked up at her at this time: "Is fried rice okay?" ”

"Yes."

"Wait a minute."

Qin Zhaoli hadn't eaten lunch yet, the meeting was almost two o'clock, and as soon as the meeting ended, the 4S store called her and asked her to pick up the car.

Jiang Zhuo went to cook.

You can read it at a glance in the room, and there is nothing to go about, Qin Zhaoli took a book from him and flipped through a few pages, she couldn't understand the content of the book, she was reading his notes.

He writes well, just like his people, clean and graceful.

There was no kitchen in the basement, and in the corner below the stairs was a table with an induction cooker, a soup pot, and a rice cooker, and a cardboard box under the table, with packets of instant noodles, a few hams, a few eggs, and a carrot.

There was leftover rice from noon in the rice cooker, so he made egg fried rice and fried two poached eggs, which took only a few moments to make.

He served it on a plate and brought it to the room.

"Dinner is ready."

Qin Zhaoli put down the book, he brought the rice over, and she retracted it as soon as her hand touched the bowl.

"Hot."

Jiang Zhuo didn't think about it so much, grabbed her hand, and blew the place where the bowl was hot and red: "Does it hurt?" ”

Qin Zhaoli was silent.

He raised his head, his gaze crashed into her eyes, he immediately let go and looked away: "You eat, I'll hold it." ”

He gave her the chopsticks, half-crouched, and his eyes were fixed on the book at the end of the bed.

Qin Zhaoli looked at his hand: "Aren't your hands hot?" ”

She knew that he had calluses on his hands, how could his hands not have calluses, and when he had just pulled her downstairs, those calluses had scratched her wrists very much.

He looked away, his face on her side, and she could just see the hearing aids behind his ears and the red earlobes.

He said, "I have thick skin, and I'm not afraid of getting burned. ”

Idiot.

Blushing at every turn, and thick skin?

Qin Zhaoli got up from the chair and put the plate of fried rice on the chair again: "Cool it before eating." ”

The room was too small, full of clutter, the space was crowded, there was no place to put another chair for the two of them. There are no beds in the basement, and the air is thin, making it difficult to heat up in the chest and wheez.

Jiang Zhuo was entangled for a long time, and asked Qin Zhaoli solemnly: "Do you want to sit on the bed?" ”

"Hmm." She sat down.

He was there with a pestle, like a piece of wood.

"Why are you standing, sitting." Qin Zhaoli is not restrained at all, more like the owner of this room.

On the contrary, Jiang Zhuo was uncomfortable, sitting next to her, like a little girl who picked up customers for the first time in the flower building.

Qin Zhaoli was like a prostitute, staring at him, just watching his face turn red little by little.

His eyelashes twitched and he stammered, "What's wrong?" ”

The client said, "Don't move." ”

And he didn't move.

Qin Zhaoli leaned over with his face tilted, his eyelashes trembling even more.

"Keep your eyes closed."

That's right, she wants to kiss Fangze, why don't she kiss, this is her little lover who spends her wallet, let alone kissing, she just wants to do it now, that's right.

The little lover was very obedient and obediently closed her eyes.

Qin Zhaoli kissed him, his whole body was stiff, except for his lips, which were soft.

How can there be a feeling of overlord hard bowing?

No matter.

Qin Zhaoli was on the rise: "Open your mouth." ”

Three seconds later: "...... Oh. ”

Jiang Zhuo opened his mouth and lowered his head very cooperatively.

Qin Zhaoli put the tip of her tongue into it with satisfaction, licked it twice, her eyes didn't close, and she saw that his eyelashes were trembling all the time.

"Your first time?"

"Hmm."

Jiang Zhuo's hand pressed against the book on the bed, and the corners of the pages were crumpled.

Qin Zhaoli was also the first time, and it felt good, she continued, anyway, she kissed indiscriminately, without any skills, and knocked his lips red and gorgeous.

Qin Zhaoli tasted it: "Are you drinking soda?" ”

Jiang Zhuo's eyes opened, and a pair of pupils seemed to be immersed in water: "Hmm." ”

"Peach-flavored."

Before Jiang Zhuo, Qin Zhaoli was not curious about the opposite sex, nor was she curious about both sexes, maybe the room was too crowded and there was not enough oxygen, she was dizzy, and suddenly she had a huge curiosity and wanted to explore.

"To give a medical check-up?"

Jiang Zhuo's eyes widened.

Qin Zhaoli pushed him and stepped back: "If you don't give it, forget it." ”

He struggled for a few seconds, and obediently, resignedly, shamefully, and nervously moved to her side: "...... To give. ”

No wonder men like to get drunk and gentle, Qin Zhaoli wants to be drunk to death in it now, she put her hand on his waist, slowly rubbed and touched it twice, and reached in from the hem of her clothes.

Jiang Zhuo moved slightly.

Her hand stopped: "Afraid of itching? ”

"Hmm."

She was excited: "Don't move if you're afraid of itching." ”

Jiang Zhuo didn't move anymore, the muscles in his abdomen were tense, his body temperature was high, her fingertips were very cold, and she wasn't in a hurry, she scratched it here, and scraped it.

After a toss, Qin Zhaoli made her inspection remarks: "I like your body." ”

Jiang Zhuo was about to bite his lips.

She's too blunt.

There is more straightforward, her eyes swept down, although her face was a little hot, but she was very bold, her eyes were full of interest and teasing: "You solve it yourself, I want to eat." ”

Jiang Zhuo almost ran out.

Qin Zhaoli was in a good mood and had a good appetite, and ate the fried rice cleanly.

At around three o'clock, Qin Zhaoli's secretary came to pick her up.

She finished the phone: "I have to go." ”

Jiang Zhuo put down the book that hadn't turned a page for half a day: "I'll send you." ”

When he went up the stairs, he still held her, still holding her wrists.

Qin Zhaoli followed him: "I'll pull the car away first, wait for the house to be found, and then let people drive over, you pack your luggage first." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Zhuo walked in front, holding her mobile phone in the other hand to illuminate her, taking a step and waiting for her to take a step.

"Don't worry about your sister, I'll say hello to the hospital."

He was silent for a moment: "Thank you." ”

Qin Zhaoli didn't like to hear him say sorry, and he didn't like to hear him say thank you.

"No thanks, just don't make me angry again." She walked to the top of the steps and tugged at his sleeve, "Wait for me to call." ”

Jiang Zhuo stopped: "Okay." ”

She kissed him on the cheek: "It's cold outside, don't send it, I'm leaving." ”

The convenience store owner's son is watching.

Qin Zhaoli nodded at him. Let's go.

"Brother Jiang, your girlfriend is so beautiful."

Jiang Zhuo snorted.

The boss's son asked, "She's rich, isn't she?" ”

"Nope."

Jiang Zhuo didn't know why he was lying, but he just didn't want others to know.

Qin Zhaoli's car was parked outside, she didn't rest at noon, and she wanted to squint for a while, so she called the secretary to come and drive.

She got in the car: "Go back to the company." ”

Zhao Linlin saw from the window of the convenience store that the boss kissed a boy: "That gentleman ......"

"It's my little lover."

Zhao Linlin: "......"

I want to get rich, I want to be like Mr. Qin.

Really want to.

Qin Zhaoli instructed her: "Pay more attention, don't let my grandfather find out." ”

Zhao Linlin understands that after all, Qin always has a fiancé, and the fiancé is personally designated by the old man, if the little lover outside is discovered......

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

"Help me find a house." Qin Zhaoli said.

Zhao Linlin started the car: "Villa?" ”

"Three-room ones will do."

Jiang Zhuo wants to take his sister with him, and the villa is not suitable.

"Buy another cello, ask for the best."

"Okay, Mr. Qin."

Qin Zhaoli closed his eyes: "Call me again when you get to the company." ”

In the evening, Rong Li sent Guangguang to Qin Zhaoli.

After the early hours of the morning, the main personality switched back, at nine o'clock in the morning, Rong Li went to pick up Xu Tanxi, today happened to be Saturday, she didn't have to go to work, Rong Li drove the car outside the mall.

"Why, buy me a ring."

She responded to his requests: "Good. ”

"You don't even ask why."

"Is there a special reason?" She thought she just wanted it.

"At school, there was a female student who asked me for WeChat, and I told her that I was married."

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Good Carvin, you need a little husband to serve you to be good