Jiaoyang was in too much of a hurry to hear his words much.

Sheng Jia took the initiative to catch up again, but Zhao Tianman stopped him: "Brother, don't disturb your sister and brother-in-law, they don't spend much time together." ”

Sheng Jia looked at their backs with red eyes, bit his lip, and finally sat down slowly.

After Jiaoyang got into the car, she slowly leaned over to Zhou Zixiu, rubbed him with the legs that had been touched by Zhou Jingyao just now, and her lips snuggled up little by little, kissing the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Zixiu stared at the bewitching and charming woman beside him expressionlessly, his body did not move, he did not react at all, but he did not dodge: "Are you drunk?" ”

Hearing his voice, Jiaoyang seemed to have suddenly come to her senses and stopped, smiling at him, with no embarrassment on her face.

"I think I'm drunk, indeed, a little dizzy."

Zhou Zixiu nodded and looked at her for a while: "Then you sit down and calm down." ”

Jiaoyang couldn't help but hold her face, laughed, and looked at the man who could no longer be called "incomprehensible amorous".

Zhou Zixiu frowned, puzzled: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I'm laughing, it turns out that you are the real Megumi Yanagishita."

Jiaoyang looked at him with a smile: "People who don't know will still wonder if you can't do it." ”

After she returned, Jiaoyang had a strange dream in which a man controlled her and did all kinds of shy and shameful things. She couldn't see the man's face clearly, her eyes seemed to be unable to open, she struggled and breathed like a fish, and finally gradually lost her strength.

In the dream, he seemed to be thinking about and restraining something, and they didn't make it to the last step.

When she woke up from the dream, Jiaoyang opened her eyes, turned on the bedside light again, the empty room was empty, the sheets were good, and the pajamas were well worn.

In an instant, a feeling of emptiness and dazedness came to my heart.

Thinking of the scene that happened during the day, Jiaoyang's annoyed sauce took down the pillow behind her head and threw it on the ground.

"Damn Zhou Jingyao, damn Zhou Zixiu."

Jiaoyang threw it when she got it, and just when she got the phone and was about to continue throwing it on the ground, she thought about it and turned it on. I found a phone number and dialed it, and it didn't take long for me to get through.

"Where are you?" An interrogative tone.

Zhou Zixiu was a little puzzled, the scene around him was the scene of the company.

"I'm in the company, I might have to work overtime today, didn't I tell you?" It's really strange, it's clear that they are just a fake couple on the surface, and there is no need to tell her at all, but Zhou Zixiu still told her.

The specific reason, he himself can't say.

"Okay, I see."

Jiaoyang rubbed her temples a little irritably, and then hung up the phone.

Zhou Zixiu felt even more inexplicable, stared at his phone for a while, and then dialed a number with a note called "Secretary Ran".

"Working overtime today, you come over and bring some coffee. Remember, add milk, not sugar. ”

The female voice on the other end of the phone was calm: "Yes." ”

"Ran Yan" was originally in the same company as him, and within five minutes, he came in with coffee, wearing black and white professional clothes, and a tag belonging to the company's employees around his neck.

It's just that her professional outfit not only does not make people feel restrained, but also makes people feel fresh and exciting from another angle. The already loose clothes are also more flattering, and she has a slender figure, like a child who has stolen adult clothes.

"Boss."

"Ran Yan" walked in with coffee without knocking, put it down on the table in front of him, and then sat on his lap, his hand around the man's neck.

Zhou Zixiu is a strict and rule-oriented man, but he doesn't want to blame her for coming in without knocking, but squints his eyes and pays attention to another detail.

"Why is it so long?"

"Ran Yan" pouted and coquettishly said: "It's the coffee that the boss wants, of course I have to prepare it carefully and then bring it over, so as not to be reprimanded by you." ”

Zhou Zixiu didn't speak, continued to look up, and stared at her for a while. The little girl's body was now sitting on his lap, his hands around his head and neck, and his hands around her waist, holding her whole body firmly in his arms.

This is the difference between Ran Yan and Sheng Jiaoyang, Ran Yan is a little girl who is not deeply involved in the world and is a little utilitarian, she is not scheming, even if she is careful, she can let people see the bottom at a glance.

And Sheng Jiaoyang, there is always a smile on his face that people can't understand, or a mocking expression that is moody.

Zhou Zixiu continued to stare at her and spoke: "How can I blame you." ”

"Ran Yan" pursed her lips and handed over the coffee with Jiaojiao: "Boss, the temperature is just right now, and it will be cold later." ”

Zhou Zixiu smiled, looked at her for a while, picked it up meaningfully, took a sip, and put it down.

In the process, she bowed her head shyly.

Zhou Zixiu pointed in that direction: "Take off your clothes over there and lie down, and then don't say a word or make a sound." ”

"Ran Yan" was stunned for a moment, then nodded and obediently complied.

She lay on the bed, waiting for Zhou Zixiu over there to swallow the last sip of coffee, and then came to her.

Zhou Zixiu was looking for the feeling he wanted, and on the other side, Jiaoyang was also looking for the feeling she wanted.

The small body curled up against the windowsill, the neck slightly tilted, still feeling that something was missing.

His fingers trembled and he found his phone and called a familiar number: "Hey, Ji Nan, can you come over?" ”

In such a state, Jiaoyang couldn't go over to find him anymore, so she simply took the liberty and let him come directly to the house.

Ji Nan listened to the address she gave, nodded and was about to rush over, but he heard that something was wrong with her voice, "Jiaoyang, what's wrong with you, are you not feeling well?" ”

"I'm drunk." Jiaoyang hurriedly said a perfunctory sentence and hung up the phone.

She kind of found out, and saying that she was drunk was really a panacea.

Ji Nan nodded suspiciously.

When he got here, Jiaoyang put his hand on his lap according to Zhou Jingyao's experience in the afternoon.

"That's it, and come up. Well, that's it. ”

"Don't shout, don't speak."

At noon the next day, Jiaoyang got up from the bed and stretched. It's over, and I'm satisfied, but I can't say where I'm not satisfied.

She frowned, touched her chin and thought carefully for a while, and then angrily took her mobile phone and smashed it directly at Ji Nan, who was still asleep next to her.

The other party rubbed his head and looked confused.

"Didn't you stop making a sound?"

The sense of atmosphere that was well created was all ruined by his voice.

(End of chapter)