Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

"elder brother."

Jiang Xinlian smiled a little evilly and tilted her head to see his reaction.

Pei Yuyang pinched her cheek: "Why are you so bold?"

She immediately showed a pained expression and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother."

"I, I drank too much, I was drunk."

"Was drunk?"

Pei Yuyang was funny: "You are really"

He didn't say any more, and clasped the girl's waist with his big palm: "If you get drunk, go back with your brother."

Go back, where are you going? The Pei family?

She immediately pushed him away, expressing her resistance with all her heart: "No! I don't want to go back to Pei's house today."

Mrs. Pei and Mrs. Pei are both here tonight, so she doesn't want to come to her door to ask for trouble.

Pei Yuyang took her back and coaxed her, "If you don't go back to the mansion, go stay with your brother for one night."

Lin Yaqin wanted to do a paternity test, but because not enough DNA was extracted from her hair, she probably wouldn't stop there.

Let Xin'er return to Jiang's house, and Lin Yaqin might seize the opportunity.

He still doesn't know what Xin'er is thinking, so naturally he won't let her become passive.

"go to your house?"

Jiang Xinlian thought for a while and nodded: "That's okay."

"Then you come out of the front hall, I'll wait for you here."

Pei Yuyang said.

"Why do you have to go around from the front? It's very troublesome. I can just climb out."

She looked down at the railing that only reached her waist and said confidently: "I can climb out easily."

After that, she looked around and no one noticed her side, so she lifted up her skirt.

Pei Yuyang immediately suppressed the hem of her skirt and stopped her from messing around.

"You're wearing a skirt, how could you do this?"

He had no choice but to step on the edge of the balcony with his leather shoes. He bent down and picked up the girl's legs, lifted her horizontally and crossed the railing.

Jiang Xinlian adapted well to this. After being put down by him, she held his arm and said sweetly: "Brother is so awesome. Brother is super strong."

"You always have something to say."

"It's my brother who always gives me something to say."

Not long after the two left, Qi Mingyuan finally remembered the demeanor he should have, and said with a smile: "Miss, you are really impressive."

Jiang Xinyu expressed her gratitude: "You too."

Qi Mingyuan: "..."

He resisted what he was about to blurt out and turned to look for Jiang Xinlian, but he looked around and was dumbfounded.

"Where's sister Xin Lian?"

The waiter who was waiting for him to finish the argument said with a grimace: "Mr. Qi, Mr. Pei and Miss Jiang left half an hour ago."

Qi Mingyuan was surprised: "Why did you tell me now?"

As the host of the banquet, he should send them off.

Waiter: "Because you have been talking to this lady."

Refers to Jiang Xinyu.

Qi Mingyuan: "...Bring me a mobile phone. I have to make amends to Yang."

*

The decoration of Pei Yuyang's own villa looks much younger than that of the Pei family's mansion.

Aunt Wu, who is responsible for the management of this villa, has a very friendly attitude: "Master, Miss, good evening, do you need some midnight snack?"

Pei Yuyang looked at Jiang Xinlian and saw her shaking her head: "No need."

"Are those two ready to rest now?"

"Well, tidy up the room for her."

"Okay, Master, the room has been tidied up."

Although Jiang Xinlian has never met Aunt Wu, in fact, she has stayed in this villa for seven years.

As a qualified housekeeper, you cannot know too much about the private affairs of the master's family, but you cannot know nothing at all.

So Aunt Wu recognized at a glance that the person the young master brought back was Miss Jiang, who had a very good relationship with the young master.

What a beautiful cub.

Aunt Wu led Jiang Xinlian to the guest room: "Miss, this is the room. If you need anything else, you can ask for it at any time."

Jiang Xinlian glanced at the room, and her eyes fell on the nightgown at the end of the bed. She was a little surprised when she held it in her hand: "Who prepared this nightgown?"

A silk nightgown with thin straps, about mid-thigh in length, with a simple style. Except for the embroidered lace on the skirt, it feels very comfortable to the touch. It is a nightgown that cannot go wrong.

"It's the young master's secretary," Aunt Wu replied with a smile, "the young master had someone send it over in advance."

After receiving a message from Mr. Pei, the secretary prepared a change of clothes for Miss Jiang. She originally wanted to choose according to Miss Jiang's past dressing style.

Although Jiang Xinlian is coquettish and clingy, and speaks cutely, in fact, her appearance is not sweet.

I can only say that those cat-like eyes are very malleable. When they are wide open, they look innocent and innocent. When they are slightly narrowed, they have their own charm.

"What's wrong, Miss, don't you like it?"

Aunt Wu was a little worried when she saw that she didn't speak.

Jiang Xinlian smiled: "No, I like it very much."

"That's good."

Aunt Wu was relieved and smiled: "Then take a bath and relax first."

Jiang Xinlian nodded: "Sorry to trouble you."

"Oh, no trouble, no trouble."

Aunt Wu waved her hands quickly. She received a high salary and the owner was kind and kind, so she didn't find it troublesome.

Jiang Xinlian took a hot bath, her face turned red due to the heat, and her hair was wet and hanging behind her back.

She gave up the idea of ​​blow-drying after one glance, and knocked on Pei Yuyang's door with the hair dryer in hand.

Knock once, no response, knock again, still no response.

Um? What is brother doing?

She thought for a moment, then held the door handle and pushed it down, then pushed the door open and went in.

The gray room was quiet with no one around, and there was no sound of water in the bathroom. It was obvious that Pei Yuyang was not in the room now.

Jiang Xinlian sighed, sat down on the carpet, and waited for her brother to come back.

Pei Yuyang, who was in the study at this time, was listening to Qi Mingyuan's complaints.

"This is really the first time I've met a woman with that kind of personality in so many years. No matter what you say about her, she doesn't get angry. It's like I'm making trouble unreasonably. It really pisses me off."

Pei Yuyang took the phone away from his ear and said expressionlessly: "If you want to say this, then I'll hang up."

"Hey, don't, I still have something to say," Qi Mingyuan quickly stopped.

"what's up?"

"It's just that at tonight's banquet, paparazzi sneaked in."

The Qi family runs an entertainment company, and he is also well-known online. Many paparazzi want to follow him and take pictures of him.

He didn't invite many people this time, so he didn't expect paparazzi to sneak in.

Qi Mingyuan was a little embarrassed: "Well, I just mentioned it casually, mainly to tell you and let the people below pay attention."

If any photos are taken, get rid of them as soon as possible.

Pei Yuyang: "..."

He hung up the phone without hesitation, and instead sent a message to his assistant. He kept an eye on the news on the Internet and bought all the photos about him.

After arranging everything, he put his head against his forehead with a little headache: "It happens to be tonight."

He returned to his room and heard the sound of the hair dryer in the room through the door, and he understood.

When I was little, I couldn't hold a hair dryer. Now that I have grown up, I still keep the habit of my childhood and always come to him to help me dry my hair.

From the age of 10 to 20, he is still so childish.

He opened the door: "Xin'er, you..."

Jiang Xinlian held up the hair dryer and blew her hair hard. When she heard his voice, she raised her face and looked at her.

Under the dim light, her thighs, as white as cream, were kneeling on the carpet, their flesh smooth and plump.

The lotus-pink silk nightgown was wetted by the damp hair and clung to the curves of the girl's body, undulating and exquisite.

Pei Yuyang was stunned. It wasn't until he saw it with his own eyes that he suddenly realized:

Xin'er is no longer the child who has not grown up.

The fleeting touch of lips at the banquet, the lingering breath for a moment, and the moisture left behind is ambiguous and beyond the bounds.

Maybe they should have kept their distance years ago.