Before she could finish speaking, the butler with the red bow tie opened the trunk with a smile and shook the trunk with amazing arm strength.

Jiang Qingyan left no room for refusal.

Shen Qingtang pursed his lips, slowly put his hand into his palm, and the next moment he was wrapped in warmth, like touching a piece of fine Lantian warm jade.

When she stepped up the stairs carefully, before she reached the last step, the door of the villa opened from the inside.

The middle-aged woman in the apron bowed slightly, and her smile was eerily enthusiastic: "Sir, madam, lunch is ready." ”

Jiang Qingyan nodded slightly, turned around, and pulled Shen Qingtang directly up to the second floor and into the room, which was minimalist as far as the eye could see.

The glass chandelier with a white roof, the white cabinet and the white table, the slightly elegant table lampshade hangs down with fine tassels, and the quilt on the dark blue sheets is as neatly folded as tofu blocks.

This rigorous style of military training made Shen Qingtang daunted, and he couldn't help asking: "You folded this quilt yourself?" ”

Many wealthy sons don't know how to do housework by themselves, and Jiang Qingyan must be the same.

Jiang Qingyan smiled faintly: "I don't like others to enter my room very much. Except, however, of you. ”

The implication is obvious.

Jiang Qingyan studied abroad in his early years, and was directly cut off from his financial resources by Jiang's father, and he earned every stitch and thread in the back.

He knew better than anyone what it was like to fall from heaven to hell.

And Shen Qingtang only understood a certain meaning in his words.

"I admire you so much."

She said enviously, her eyes shining like a fountain of crushed gold leaf.

She can't do that at all, and more often than not, she tidies up her room like a performance artist, warm but fragmented.

All kinds of thread embroidery surfaces are pressed on top of heads by plush dolls of various colors, and dense needles are pierced like hedgehogs.

Jiang Qingyan settled Shen Qingtang and entered the bathroom, and after a while, there was the sound of water, and the smoke covered the translucent glass door.

Shen Qingtang was impetuous when he heard the sound of the water, and in order to calm his mind, he turned out the embroidery surface and began to embroider Xie Xingye's double-sided embroidery.

Now that she has returned to Jiangning City, she will bump into Xie Xingye one day, and she must have an explanation for him.

Zhang's mother, who was managing the kitchen halfway, knocked on the door and urged the two to hurry up to eat, but Shen Qingtang also refused.

The bathroom door creaked open.

As soon as Jiang Qingyan walked out, what he saw was the girl's gentle side face, the warm afternoon sun gently outlined a bright halo, and the already white skin was even whiter and transparent.

He couldn't help but hold his breath.

I have dealt with many foreign partners in the past, and when the wine table rises, it is inevitable that they will talk about the past when they are young and frivolous, and the most used phrase is "Ah, what an angel she is".

Jiang Qingyan only felt that his words were vulgar and boring before, but it was not until he saw this scene that he knew that there was really a kind of beauty that was difficult to describe in words.

"Mr. Jiang."

Shen Qingtang heard the movement, raised his head, but quietly embroidered the portrait under the bed sheet with both hands.

Even if it is a nominal husband, it is always difficult to worry about other men in front of him.

But her face immediately turned red, and she quickly lowered her head again, and when she noticed that something was wrong, she raised her head again.

But her eyes didn't dare to fall on Jiang Qingyan's face, and only stared at the flock of pigeons flying outside the window: "Mr. Jiang, it's a little stuffy in the house, can you turn on the air conditioner?" ”

Shen Qingtang has a troublesome little problem, that is, as soon as his mood fluctuates, it will go to his face, and the more he deliberately restricts it, the more his face looks like fire, and the hot temperature goes straight to the tip of his heart.

Jiang Qingyan's hair was still dripping, and the wetness all over his body was wrapped in a black silk long stand-up collar bathrobe, a long belt was loosely tied around his waist, and a men's black gemstone pendant hung between his delicate collarbones.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, combined with a cold and noble indifferent momentum, have all turned into demons that have brought disaster to the country and the people at this moment.

Shen Qingtang didn't look at him, but his heart was full of his shadow, and he suddenly remembered that the white-haired teacher was lecturing in the bright classroom.

There is a saying that goes like this: Mo is young and romantic. The concubine intends to marry and rest for the rest of her life.

"Do you want to go any lower?"

Jiang Qingyan sat down beside her, and the single sofa instantly crowded.

Shen Qingtang felt the warmth coming from him, and his body froze, but there was no way to avoid it.

"It's been adjusted to the lowest, if it's still uncomfortable, I'll ask Mama Zhang to make you a bowl of ice mung bean paste."

Jiang Qingyan spoke, but his body poured down in the direction of Shen Qingtang, and the overwhelming aura of aggression surged.

Shen Qingtang hid to the side, but almost fell to the ground, and before she could scream, she was dragged by Jiang Qingyan again.

He grabbed her wrist tightly, raised his pressure to the side, and a low laugh rang out: "Mrs. Jiang, you won't be shy, right?" ”

Shen Qingtang struggled weakly, and hurriedly defended: "I'm really hot, my skin has always been very sensitive. Don't be sentimental! ”

As she spoke, she was also a little lacking in confidence, and she was unwilling to be taken advantage of by him so suddenly.

You don't have to do a wedding, but you haven't got a marriage certificate yet.

If the name is not right, who knows if Jiang Qingyan is playing with her!

"You...... Hmmm......"

Shen Qingtang just wanted Jiang Qingyan to let go of her, but the next moment she was bound to toss and turn in a strong but tender kiss, greedily grabbing the breath that belonged to her, and then going from shallow to deep.

She was about to refuse, but gradually she was immersed in this strange tenderness, and there was a kind of dizziness and fluttering like falling clouds all over her body.

I don't know how long it took for Jiang Qingyan to let go of her, and then walked quickly into the bathroom, and soon the sound of water sounded again.

Shen Qingtang is not a little girl who is ignorant of the world, and the strangeness of her lips reminds her that everything that happened just now.

Jiang Qingyan will never be a gentleman who sits still.

Yes, he said, what he needs is a real wife.

Shen Qingtang was a little upset, and even Su Xiu couldn't calm her chaotic mind.

After realizing this, she became even angrier.

Just as Jiang Qingyan walked out of the bathroom again, she turned her head and glared at him viciously, and said coldly: "Don't go eat yet!" ”

Jiang Qingyan hurriedly chased her out, stopped her with a chuckle, and said seriously: "Tang Tang, I'm actually very happy." ”

"What are you happy about?"

Shen Qingtang was patient and perfunctory, she wanted to say, "You took advantage of me, of course you should be happy", but then she remembered where the relationship between the two came from.

It's an unequal relationship, and no matter what he does, it seems to be justified.

She owes him, money.

"You're being shy because of me."

Jiang Qingyan took a little risk and continued: "You should have been unstained with dust, but now you have made waves. So Tang Tang, I'm very happy. ”

Shen Qingtang has always been an existence of Gujing Wubo, and she has a cold face towards people and things, so university alumni nicknamed her "cold beauty".

But the more such people are, the more inconsistent they often are.

Shen Qingtang's heart softened.

Even if such a soft-hearted person is very undeserved, she can't figure out Jiang Qingyan's thoughts.

He didn't guard Shen Mingyue like a jade, but if it was empathy and don't fall in love with him, it seemed that he was still three points behind.

So she said very seriously: "Jiang Qingyan, I will be your Mrs. Jiang who raises your eyebrows." ”。

Where in the world is there so much perfect love, even if it is difficult to settle down, but it is enough to get the case and raise eyebrows.