Chapter 141: Second Update Seeking Monthly Tickets I Don't Pick Clothes, I Only Pick Women I Like

  The bus passed three stops before Qingcai remembered to get off. She pressed the bell and got off at the fourth stop.

  From here, walking back home will take at least 30 minutes.

  She was in a good mood, didn't rush, had nowhere to go, and just took it as a stroll.

  Strolling along leisurely.

  On the pedestrian path, there are occasionally bicycles passing by, either men or women, and also students returning to school for supplementary classes.

  Nian Qing saw it, and involuntarily thought of Lu Chuan Yun.

  At that time, he rode a bicycle every day, thick-skinned and shameless in pursuit of her.

  Now thinking back, when she was reading books, she was also quite naive, probably because she had not experienced much of the world.

  Lu Chuan said he was a poor man, and she believed him. In fact, he didn't look like a poor man at all. His behavior and demeanor were quite elegant, his words were insightful and broad-minded, and he was handsome.

  It can be seen that he is strong in character and proud at heart.

  He is just pretending to be poor, but actually he is a rich young master.

  Ning Qing raised her hand to block out the sun on her head. It was very hot today and the sunlight stung her eyes, making them sore.

  Walked for 15 minutes.

  Ning Qing went to a supermarket, in the frozen food section, picked up a row of chicken wings, and went home to make cola chicken wings for Yan Zi. She didn't respond to Yan Zi's text messages all day, now she's probably at home being scolded by her.

  Ning Qing weighed another catty of pork ribs and beef, and when she passed by the big refrigerator, she also took a box of individually packaged ice cream that she and Yanzi liked to eat. It was very hot, so she bought it back home, washed up, and had a meal.

  Settle the bill and go home.

  When Qing entered the house, she didn't see Yangzi around. She raised an eyebrow, changed into slippers, and first put the ice cream in the refrigerator to prevent it from melting.

  When opening the refrigerator, Qing Liu noticed a sticky note attached to it.

  It was a party left by her, saying go out and gather with colleagues, location, etc.

  After finishing reading the newspaper, I tore off the adhesive note and threw it into the trash can. Then, I sorted out the things bought from the supermarket and put them one by one into the refrigerator.

  Everything was ready, she washed her hands clean, took out her mobile phone and made a call to Yanzi.

  Yan Zi didn't pick up the phone for half a minute and remained silent.

  "Hey, I just got home. Did you have fun? I bought a lot of ingredients at the supermarket and plan to cook something delicious for you."

  “……”

  Qing smiled and knew that Yanzi was no longer angry: "Forget it, I'm a bit tired today so I won't go. You have fun with them. By the way, are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

  “……”

  "Ok, I won't cook your rice, I'll leave you some meat."

  They said goodbye to each other and ended the call.

  Sit on the sofa and rest.

  Yan Zi didn't ask her about the reason for staying out all night. She spent the night at Gu Qingheng's apartment, and Yan Zi had unknowingly gotten used to it, no longer needing to ask.

  It's just like something that should be taken for granted.

  It is unknown whether this subconscious acceptance is good or bad.

  Nian Qing lifted up her pale hand and gently pressed it against her forehead.

  At least she doesn't have to be lectured by her son on how to take safety precautions in bed anymore.

  Ning Qing walked all the way back, sweating a lot, couldn't stand the sticky feeling all over her body, got up, took a clean set of pajamas, and went to take a bath.

  After washing, the ice cream is almost frozen.

  Just as I was about to peel an orange and take a bite, the doorbell suddenly rang.

  She frowned, "Yan Zi won't be back until at least 9 pm tonight, who is it?"

  Suddenly, Nian Qing remembered that it was almost time to pay the garbage management fee, and it should be the administrator who collected the fees.

  Ning Qing took the ice cream and went to open the door, bringing her purse along with her.

  The door opened, and the tall figure of the man entered Nian Qing's line of sight. He was wearing a light gray suit, with his jacket slung over his left hand, his tie slightly loose, and the top two buttons of his white shirt undone, revealing a charming smile.

  He stretched out his hand and gently wiped her mouth with his finger, saying softly: "You've got something dirty here."

  It is Gu Qingheng.

  Ning Qing was stunned for a moment, and the man who should still be socializing with Huo Zhi actually appeared in front of her house.

  She stepped aside and let Gu Qingheng enter first before speaking, as being affectionate with him outside the door wouldn't look good if seen by others.

  "How did you come?" Guan shut the door, Ning Qing followed Gu Qingheng and sat on the sofa, watching him take off his coat and put it aside, with a polite demeanor.

  "I'm worried about you," Gu Qingheng said, looking at Nian Qing with a sideways glance as she ate her ice cream.

  "I didn't say it's nothing." Nian Qing licked his lips, afraid of melting if he didn't eat.

  She got up, wanting to pour tea for Gu Qingheng. He grabbed her hand and pulled her between his long legs, holding her waist firmly in place, not letting her leave.

  "I'll pour you some tea." Ning Qing said softly, her eyes catching sight of the lockbone on Gu Qingheng's neck, with a kiss and a scar.

  Gu Qingheng shook his head, his handsome big hand placed on Ningqing's waist, soft and gentle: "I have to see you myself before I can really feel at ease. Want to know, why weren't you happy just now? It's been weighing on my mind."

  Ning Qing smiled and saw that the ice cream was about to melt, so she licked it and looked up at Gu Qingheng's gaze, changing the subject: "Are you done with your social obligations?"

  Gu Qing nodded: "Uh-huh."

  I suppose so.

  He rarely attends social gatherings, unless necessary. He doesn't let them leave so soon, but he's not in the mood to entertain and doesn't want to delay. These people have a rule, which he's aware of: after drinking another round, they'll tactfully give him space.

  He was mainly discussing official business with Huo Zhe.

  What Huo Zhe said was actually nothing serious and could be resolved. However, every time he mentioned Nian Qing, he felt very displeased.

  This person is a genius in some ways.

  "Is it delicious?" Gu Qingheng's gaze was fixed on Nian Qing's squirming little mouth, this little mouth, he knew how sweet it was, very tasty.

  "Let me go first, or it'll drip onto your clothes." Nian Qing ate quickly, and in this posture, it was inconvenient.

  "I'm hungry." Gu Qingheng's gaze was scorching, his hand on Ningqing's waist through the thin pajamas, the heat seeping through.

  "There's something in my fridge—" Nian Qing said, pursing her lips, all too familiar with Gu Qingheng's fervent gaze.

  She... hesitantly handed him the ice cream she had bitten into, holding it in front of his good-looking lips.

  Gu Qing's thin lips curved up, and he slightly lowered his head, elegantly biting the spot she had just licked.

  Her face was slightly flushed and hot.

  Gu Qingheng's hand on her waist was very warm, he was excited, and perhaps, a little moved.

  Her scorching fingers gently stroked his small, delicate chin. She stared at Gu Qingheng with wide eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. Her rationality was still intact, but she didn't want to avoid it.

  Lips touched up and down, slightly cool, both had eaten ice cream.

  The same flavor, in both of their mouths, swirling and entwining, indistinguishable from each other, as if merging into one.

  A different kind of temptation.

  Gu Qing's powerful hands grasped the back of Ning Qing's head, his fingers slipping into her hair, pulling her closer to him. The kiss deepened, entwining with the softness in her mouth, drawing out her moisture, sweetly intoxicating him, making him increasingly obsessed with her taste.

  Nian Qing almost, the whole person stuck into Gu Qingheng's arms, could feel his scorching male breath, and heartbeat, as well as, icy coolness...

  Suddenly waking up from a state of infatuation and confusion, she opened her eyes.

  Gu Qingheng slowly stopped his enchanting hot kiss, his eyes tightly locked onto Ning Qing's.

  Ambiguous, yet clear-headed.

  Ning Qing hastily pushed away Gu Qing Heng, his white shirt, on the left chest position, stained with a color like ice cream. "Really got it."

  "Hmm." Gu Qingheng glanced over, not paying much attention.

  "I told you to let me go first." Nian Qing furrowed her brow, worried that the stain was too big and might not be able to be washed clean.

  "I don't want to let go." Gu Qingheng said calmly, his eyes serious.

  Her mind was clear but her heart was racing, his large hand still grasping her waist, pressed against his lower abdomen.

  Hot.

  "Let me wash my hands first." She lowered her eyes, picked up a paper towel holder beside her and handed it to him to deal with.

  Gu Qingheng smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow, releasing his hand.

  Ning Qing went into the kitchen, threw away the almost melted ice cream, and washed her sticky hands clean. She also washed a handkerchief, wrung it out, and took it out to give to Gu Qingheng to wipe down with.

  Nian Qing looked at his colorful white shirt and couldn't help but laugh: "How are you going to go back like that?"

  "Does your family have men's clothes?" Gu Qingheng asked while using Nian Qing's handkerchief to wipe his hands, not for wiping clothes.

  She wondered if he was asking on purpose or had other intentions, she shook her head, no.

  The man's belongings were just his tie.

  Gu Qingheng nodded, his handsome face still calm and serene, but it could be seen that he was in a good mood: "I had someone send me some clothes."

  "It's not necessary." Qing looked at Qingheng and quickly pressed his hand, saying softly: "It's too much trouble, I'll go downstairs to buy you a set of clothes."

  He had someone come to her house and bring him clean clothes. She didn't know what the person who brought the clothes would think, anyway, in her heart, she thought it was...shameful.

  Gu Qing stared quietly at Nian Qing for a few seconds, gentle and elegant - "Alright."

  Nian Qing touched Gu Qingheng's white shirt and said: "I bought it, definitely not as good as this one."

  There is a small shopping mall near her home, and there are also brand stores inside. She didn't see the brand of this shirt that Gu Qingheng was wearing.

  Gu Qing was fixated on the hand that touched his clothes, if she continued to touch him, he would have a reaction. Towards her desires, he had no self-control, last night, he had just said to her: "I don't choose clothes, I only choose women, choose the women I like, whatever you buy for me, I'll like it."

  She is the woman he likes and loves.

  Qing smiled and listened intently as Gu Qingheng spoke every sentence of endearment.

  Ning Qing asked about Gu Qingheng's shirt size, then suggested that Gu Qingheng go take a bath first, as the smell of alcohol on him was quite strong.

  "Have you had a lot of wine?" Nian Qing asked. Seeing Gu Qingheng nod, she worried: "Did you drive here?"

  Gu Qing smiled faintly and shook his head: "I took a taxi here. I won't drink and drive, I still want to live for a while."

  Gu Qingheng has planned his life very well. Lu Huaiquan once said that he is too serious, but it's not true.

  His life, including Qing's, was not well-planned, so how could he ensure her safety all the way. He is 10 years older than her, he wants to go first and arrange everything, then watch her walk slowly behind him, he thinks this is good.

  Gu Qingheng took off his dirty white shirt, went into the bathroom, and washed up. He had a fear of germs and couldn't stand this, especially on hot days like today. He really wanted to take this bath.

  Wash your face, change into clean clothes and then head out.

  ……

  Go to the mall.

  Ning Qing strolled around for a bit, considering which brand's style would match up with Gu Qingheng's elegant and refined taste.

  A 32-year-old man should show maturity but cannot be too old-fashioned, Gus Qingheng, never aging.

  He has a lot of masculine charm.

  Take a few minutes to think carefully, some, hesitant.

  She had never bought clothes for a man before, but thinking of Gu Qingheng's appearance, her hesitation seemed superfluous. A good-looking man, no matter what he wears, will always look good.

  Ning Qing entered a store she liked, chose the men's dress shirt she wanted, paid for it and left.

  Back home.

  Qing entered the house, changed her shoes, and saw Gu Qingheng sitting on the sofa with his upper body bare after taking a bath, using a towel to wipe his hair.

  Nian Qing looked at him for a few moments, then stopped.

  It's her towel...

  Nian Qing pursed her lips and walked over, handing the bag in her hand to Gu Qingheng: "Here, your clothes."

  Gu Qingheng raised an eyebrow, took it over, and casually wrapped his hand around Nianqing's wrist, letting her sit beside him. He said to her, "Someone just came by."

  "Who?"

  Gu Qingheng wiped his hair and said lazily, "I've already paid for it."

  The mind is clear and calm, collecting garbage management fees.

  She stared at Gu Qingheng's bare upper body, muscular texture, solid, with a few water droplets flowing down, sexy.

  "Are you going to open the door dressed like that?"

  As soon as the words were spoken, he was stunned and stood still in a daze.

  Gu Qingheng turned his handsome face, gazing at her with a sly glint in his eyes. He suddenly leaned in, kissing her lips, and quickly pulled away, whispering: "The one collecting the fee is a man."

  Ning Qing bit her numb and swollen lips, feeling embarrassed.

  Gu Qingheng wiped his hair dry and handed the towel back to Nian Qing, which she usually used when taking a bath.

  Ning Qing silently accepted it, without saying anything. If she had said something, the one who would have been embarrassed would have been her.

  She can't afford this man.

  Take down the towel, wash it clean and hang it back in its original position.

  When she returned to the living room, she saw Qing Heng had put on the shirt she bought for him. His long fingers were buttoning up the buttons one by one, his movements elegant and refined.

  Ning Qing looked at him, Gu Qingheng suddenly turned his gaze, and in an instant, he caught her eye, neither of them looked away.

  "Dong dong", the wall clock struck three times.

  As if waking from a dream, open your eyes slowly.

  It's not this bell sound, she and Gu Qingheng might have to...

  "Come over." Gu Qingheng said in a warm tone.

  The past is gone.

  Gu Qingheng took her small white hand in his and wrapped it tightly: "Why were you in a bad mood on the phone just now?"

  Ning Qing thought otherwise, but Gu Qinghe gently interrupted her, his tone certain: "Don't say it's not true, I know you are. When you're unhappy, your voice becomes lighter than usual, and at that time, you also called out my name. You were thinking of me, and appeared."

  Nian Qing couldn't deny it, at that time, she indeed hoped that Gu Qing Heng would appear and hug her.

  A bit pretentious, so she stopped in time, shouldn't be fragile.

  "Aren't you very familiar with everyone?" Nian Qing asked Gu Qingheng, her attitude was good, and she didn't get flustered by being seen through.

  Gu Qingheng's eyes flickered, his gaze sinking as he looked at Nian Qing with a hint of melancholy: "Only some people. I'm used to observing and remembering the parts that interest me. But I want to understand you, truly."

  Nian Qing smiled, he already understood her well enough.

  "I was a bit rude to you on the phone today, are you angry?" Gu Qinghe was concerned about Nian Qing's feelings, he wanted to know every emotion of hers and understand her better. He preferred to talk face-to-face, without any barriers.

  "A bit." Qing Cheng admitted. Who would like to be severely blamed by others? Moreover, her mood was bad at that time.

  "Are you still angry?" Gu Qingheng raised an eyebrow and asked.

  Ning Qing smiled. "I'm not so petty."