We don't look like husband and wife
Qiao Yunxue didn't turn back. She didn't want to waste another minute on that despicable woman.
Longji's contact person became Fang Qinqin, and Qiao Yuxue no longer felt work pressure. On Saturday, she spent the whole day helping her mother with the store.
The "high-level human body art" of Daqing early stimulated her brain nerves, and she also picked up a few more similar artistic products from time to time. Disappointed, she flipped through dozens of pages, but couldn't find an artwork as perfect as Rong Qian's.
When the sun sets in the west, she frowned and intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the entrance of the alley twice.
Rong Qian didn't hear from him for a whole day.
Of course, he's a busy person and is often out of sight after showing up briefly. He often attends social gatherings at night, although he never comes back drunk, the smell of alcohol on him can still be detected. Even when he returns early, most of the time is spent in his study, and she has no idea what he's been busy with all day. On the contrary, as soon as she catches up with him, she trains him to do household chores.
It seems she can sleep peacefully at her mother's house today.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, she lay on the third floor bedroom bed, admiring her previous gratitude sketch. Footsteps and Rong Qian's voice came from outside: "Yunxue's bed is wide enough for two people to sleep."
Qiao Yunxue was stunned.
He indeed didn't come to pick her up, but he delivered himself to her doorstep, wanting to take half of her dowry.
He's quite obedient, but she still can't escape his grasp...
No matter how you look at him, he is honest. But what he does is always smooth and can't be picked out any thorns.
This bed of hers had been slept in for twenty-eight years, always by her alone. She hadn't thought about sharing half of it with anyone else yet. Not even Rong Qian... at least not for the time being.
She grabbed her handbag and ran out quickly. Just as she reached the door, she bumped into him and rubbed her nose in pain, but she smiled: "I was just about to head home, Mr. Rong is really good at timing. Let's go!"
With a thoughtful gaze, he scanned her entire body and then glanced at her messy bed. He nodded humbly, his expression unchanged: "I can sleep in your bed."
"No, no. That couch is too comfortable, you'll fall asleep in any position." Qiao Yun Xue Yan smiled and pulled his arm, "Come on, it's really late."
After much ado, Qiao Yunxue finally sent Rong Qian back home. As soon as she arrived, she pounced on the big bed, waving her hands: "Rong Qian, where's Yanzi? Is he here?"
His hands grasped hers, and she thought he would scold her. Instead, he calmly sat beside her, embracing her waist. It seemed loose, but when she moved, she realized his arms held her firmly. She couldn't move out of his grasp at all.
"Don't move!" came a low, calm voice filled with confidence.
Qiao Yunxue lost her ability to speak. She could only quietly feel his warm body temperature, the strength and power of his arms.
Rong Qian quietly hugged him for a minute before leaving.
Leaving Qiao Yunxue alone, she stared at the palm of her hand for a long time, still not understanding Rong Qian's meaning. Had he developed feelings for her? Or did he also want to... because his body had been lightly touched by her eyes that morning, and he had lightly touched her waist...
She doesn't want to change the current situation...
Apart from eating together, the two of them basically strolled along parallel lines. Both were quite safe and quiet with each other.
She came to the door of the study room, clenched her small fist, walked back and forth, and finally stopped: "Rong Qian, I think it's good for us to be like this now."
"Not good." Rong Qian raised his head, his black pupils shining like stars, "We don't look like a married couple."
"How can we be like husband and wife?" she couldn't help but ask.
Rong Qian stood up and muttered: "As a husband and wife, we've done just about everything!"
