Prestigious Family Marriage: Uncle vs Young Wife

Ye Qingxin followed Gu Jiao upstairs, but they did not hear the conversation downstairs.

Going upstairs, Ye Qing took his own hand without a trace, Gu Jiao didn't care, and walked to the study with his memory. He said casually: "I've been here with my grandparents a long time ago, I'm not familiar with here, here There are so many rooms. I do n’t know if I can find a study. ”

Ye Qingxin didn't say a word, followed silently.

After walking a while in the aisle, Gu Jiao stopped in front of a wine-red solid wood door. "It should be this one."

To herself, she raised her hand and tapped.

For a moment, a male voice came in, "Come in."

Looks like Jing Boyuan's.

Gu Jiao ticked up the corner of her lips, and then turned back to Ye Qingxin and said, "Go in." Then she pushed in the door, and she looked more like a master, and Ye Qingxin was a guest.

On the tatami by the window in the study room, there are two chess tables, a set of Mr. Jing and Mr. Sheng, and a set of Mr. Yan and Jing Zong. Jing Boyuan sat behind the desk, his legs crossed, and he was holding a French book. Masterpieces are books without Chinese characters throughout.

The study layout is full of culture and quiet, and a few chess players are staring at the chessboard intently.

Gu Jiao nodded to Jing Boyuan, said hello, and then went to sit next to Father Yan.

Ye devoted himself to the desk.

The burgundy solid wood desk is very heavy and calm, which complements the temperament of Jing Boyuan.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Qing asked.

Jing Boyuan's eyes kept on her.

The girl was wearing a simple white t-shirt, jeans, and a summer mop under her feet, her pink, rounded white toes were exposed, and as she walked, she was playful and cute.

She walked over to him, one hand and **** gently pinching the side edge of the back of the chair, one hand in her pants pocket, slightly bent, a pair of black eyes staring curiously at the book in his hand, high The ponytail slid down from the right ear and raised her hands full of the coquettishness of the young girl.

"Notre Dame de Paris." Jing Boyuan closed the book and placed it on the table. He leaned back against the chair, turned the chair slightly, and faced Ye Yexin, hands clasped on his legs, and his long legs crossed. With two elbows on the handrails, the old **** was here, and a boss waiting for his subordinates to report on the work gave way.

Ye Qingxin was the subordinate who was embarrassed not to know how to report.

Jing Boyuan's book, she has read, but she read only the Chinese version, unlike the jerky and incomprehensible book.

Perhaps that book was just jerky for her, and for Jing Boyuan, it was as easy as reading Chinese.

Jing Boyuan's dark eyes looked at her and said again: "What books have you read?"

That looks like an old-fashioned master who tortured the students' knowledge.

Ye Qing didn't know what to do, and suddenly remembered that in the Dream of the Red Mansion, Lin Daiyu first entered Jia's house, and his mother asked Lin Daiyu the scene of studying.

She lowered her head and smiled, and then straightened her face, saying solemnly: "I just read four books."

Jing Boyuan's eyes froze slightly, and he immediately reacted, and then looked at the girl in front of her. There was a sense of mischief in her eyes and eyes. He didn't even smile, and reached out and held her hand to pull forward. After pulling, she squeezed it twice in her hand and smiled, "Naughty."

That tone, with a bit of helplessness, a bit of pampering and a bit of pampering, it seems that Ye Qingxin is a child who is disobedient but makes him helpless.

The interaction between the two was seen by Gu Jiao.

Her eyes seemed to be focused on the chessboard in front of her, but all the feelings and the light from the corners of her eyes were on the mature man and the young little girl not far away.

The study was silent, and the voices of the man and the girl passed into her ears clearly.

Even though men are restrained and stubborn, and even if the conversation between the two is few and irrelevant, Gu Jiao has found a strong favor from their mode of getting along.

She reached for the teapot and got up to add tea to the cups of the elders.

I just added Mr. Jing and Mr. Sheng. The teapot was empty. Gu Jiao laughed: "Grandpa and Uncle Jing wait for a while. I'll go down and help you make another pot."

Father Yan is racking his brain on what to do next. It is estimated that he didn't hear her at all, but Jing Zong said, "Trouble you."

"Uncle Jing, polite, this is what I should be."

Gu Jiao took the teapot and went out.

Jing Boyuan glanced at Gu Jiao, and patted Ye Qingxin's hand, indifferently: "How can you let the guests make tea, heart, you go."

Hearing these words to others, there is no problem, and even feels very reasonable, originally, how can there be guests to come, but let the guests bring tea and water.

It was only in Gu Jiao's ear that he clearly heard that Jing Boyuan was implying that she was noisy.

He also clearly heard that he was telling her that Ye Qingxin was the owner of the house, and she was only a guest.

I don't know if it was an illusion, she always felt that Jing Boyuan was warning her.

Gu Jiao slumped in place and tightened his fingers holding the pot.

Ye Qingxin just felt that Gu Jiao's job of pouring tea for the elders should be done by her, but Gu Jiao had already done it. When she went back, it was inevitable that she would be a bit ugly and suspected of winning merits.

Now Jing Boyuan spoke, and she walked over to pick up the teapot in Gujiao's hand, holding the attitude of the host: "Sister Jiaojiao, sit down, I'll just brew this tea."

Gu Jiao's empty hand rubbed the back of the other hand. The smile was still natural and clean, and she looked very comfortable. "All right."

About ten minutes.

Ye Qingxin came back with the tray. In addition to the teapot, there was a matching ceramic tea cup on the tray.

She filled the four elders one by one with tea, then poured a cup of Gu Jiao, and finally went to the desk to fill the tea cup in front of Jing Boyuan.

Jing Boyuan was very satisfied with her superiority, looked at her eyes, and expressed a little ‘sister-in-law’ relief in her seriousness.

Not long after.

The two old ladies, Sheng and Yan, came up and called their old men home.

Sheng and Yan, the two old masters, relied on another set, before getting up and leaving.

Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan went out with their elders.

At this time, the night was thick, the sky was full of stars, the night wind was sultry, and the insects came from all directions.

Gu Jiao drove away slowly. In the outside rear-view mirror, a pair of men and women standing against each other exactly reflected the pair of men and women disappeared from the mirror as the car turned.

She knew Jing Boyuan. At that time, more than ten years ago, she was afraid of this man who didn't look well with each other. But then, I don't know when, she gradually developed her admiration for him.

She didn't want to approach him, but she was more afraid of him while admiring him.

He always seemed to have easy insight into her intentions.

Just like tonight, she wanted to take the opportunity to add tea to approach him a little bit, but who knows, as soon as she put it into action, he broke her intentions in a few words, and also sarcastically behaved her to make a noise.

At that moment, she felt like a clown jumping beam.

"Jiaojiao!" Mrs. Yan suddenly called suddenly.

Gu Jiao suddenly looked back, saw the car **** near the front, and hurried to brake.

'scold--! ’With a harsh shudder, the car stopped just as it was about to end.

Mrs. Yan and Mr. Yan bumped into the front seats, their heads were stunned.

After a while, Mrs. Yan blamed the truth: "Jiaojiao, what are you thinking? How dangerous is it just now?" Then the tone became concerned, "Are you all right?"

Gu Jiao turned her head, tears flashing in her eyes, "I'm fine, grandma."

Just this tear, I don't know why.

Sending the guests away, Mrs. Jing's attention turned to Ye Qingxin, "Heart, I heard Xiao Zhang say you moved out?"

The little Zhang in her mouth is Zhang Yan.

"How did you move out to live well? How can the young couple separate? It's not right, and then move back quickly."

Ye Qingxin: ""

Jing Boyuan said, "It doesn't matter. I will just move there, but I change places."

Ye Qingxin: ""

Mrs. Jing heard that the weather turned cloudy immediately, and said cheerfully, "That's OK, I still say that. Boss Ayuan is not too young, it's time to have a baby. If you have one, your grandma will do a wedding for you and guarantee it The scenery is beautiful, oh huh, I had a dream last night, dreaming that my baby's great grandson has already lived in our heart's belly "

As she stretched out her hand and touched the flat and firm abdomen of Ye Qingxin, she said casually: "My obedient grandson, I am too grandma"

Ye Qingxin: ""

In the end, Jing Boyuan rescued Ye Qingjing's 'devil's claw' from his heart. He pulled her behind and said to Mrs. Jing: "Let's go back first."

Mrs. Jing disagrees, "Live here tonight, stay in your room, I will change the sheets for you."

Jing Boyuan said calmly: "No, it's not convenient to live here."

This remark was quite fascinating. Mrs. Jing immediately understood what he smiled and said, "Okay, go back."

Ye Qingxin: ""

On the way back, Ye Qing remembered that Jing Boyuan said that he would move over to live with her. Although he had previously acted in the room, she guessed that he had this meaning, but after hearing him speak so frankly, his heart was still resisted. .

After brewing for a while, she said, "Isn't the Nanshan Villa living well? Why are you moving to me?"

Jing Boyuan didn't say anything. She stretched her right hand and placed it on the root of Ye Qingxin's thigh. She could feel the dry and warm touch from the palm of the man across the jeans.

His little finger, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing her thigh roots, itchy, ambiguous and unruly, Ye Qingxin only felt his body tight, all the problems in his mind were scattered, and the whole feeling was concentrated under the hands of men.

She pushed the man's hand.

Jing Boyuan held the girl's tenderness backhand, knead it in the palm, with some kind of hint.

Ye Qingxin worked hard and did not move, and then blushed and stopped struggling.

The atmosphere was silent and ambiguous.

The light inside the car was dim, and with the flash of light, Ye Qingxin saw the meticulous expression on Jing Boyuan's face, which was the opposite of the action under his hands.

She pursed her lips and turned to look out the window.

For a long time, she said, trying to break this strange and uncomfortable silence, "I don't seem to see the third uncle tonight"

Jing Boyuan said: "The third uncle is out of tolerance."

Ye Qingxin nodded, "Grandpa likes playing chess?"

Jing Boyuan tilted her eyes at the end of her eyes, "You didn't see it."

Ye Qingxin: ""

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and almost no one was seen along the way.

Take the elevator upstairs, the elevator door opens, and He Jifan stands unexpectedly outside. There are obviously five scratches on the right face, as well as the throat knot.

Ye Qingxin stunned.

He Jifan saw the two of them, also a moment, with embarrassment flashing on his face.

Jing Boyuan looked as usual, glanced at He Jifan with his condescending eyes, and said slightly: "Go back?"

He Jifan nodded and gave way to the side. When they came out, he lifted his feet and walked in. He didn't want to stay too long for a second.

Before entering the door, Ye Qing couldn't help but glanced at the door of Dou Wei'er's house, hesitated to ask whether Dou Weier was in the past.

Jing Boyuan seemed to understand what she wanted, holding her waist to bring her into the door, "other people's affairs are less controlled."

Ye Qing hesitated, "Will they fight? I worry that Weier will suffer."

Jing Boyuan unbuttoned the folding buckle of the left wrist watch with his right hand, took off the watch and placed it on the coffee table, pulled Ye to sit on her lap with both hands, and held her waist with both hands and laughed: "You see the injury on He Jifan's face, who suffers? Not necessarily. "

Ye Qing thought for a while, and yes, Dou Weier was not a loser.

She was thinking about it, but Jing Boyuan raised her hem of her t-shirt with her fingers. The dry and warm palms were closely attached to the delicate skin. The girl's waist was well-curved, tight, and her back ditch was deep and firm. There is a temptation to put it down.

Ye Qing's face was hot, and she wanted to push away the big hand that kept her tight, but she hadn't put it into action yet. The underwear button had been lightly unbuttoned, and the clothes were ripped open.

The burning kiss fell directly on her.

At that instant, Ye Qing's thoughts of resistance all fell apart.

After a kiss, Jing Boyuan reached out to unbutton her pants.

Ye Qingxin held his hand down and murmured, "I haven't taken a bath yet"

Jing Boyuan's eyes were very dark, he said nothing, hugged her directly, and strode into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Ye Qingxin was so tired that he fell asleep.

She slept late last night, did not take a nap during the day, and was tossed at night, sleeping extraordinarily deeply.

Jing Boyuan was afraid that she would get cold when sleeping with a wet hair on her head, and carefully dried her hair with a dry towel before turning off the light and hugging her to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Ye Qingxin was awakened by the vibration of the phone.

Stupid, she felt that the man holding herself reached out to turn on the light, and immediately the dazzling light spread out in front of her eyes, and then, the man's hoarse "Hey."

With the sleepiness of disturbed sleep.

Ye Qingxin turned his back to the man. The man sat up and took away the air-conditioning blanket covering her. A coldness struck.

At night, she could hear the voice of a girl from Jing Boyuan's phone.

Ye Qing couldn't help raising her ears, but her voice was intermittent and weak, and she couldn't understand what was being said.

For a moment, Jing Boyuan made a sound, his voice no longer had the drowsiness of the beginning, calm and sober: "Well, ready to get married."

I don't know what was said over there, Jing Boyuan said, "Thank you."

When he closed the line, Ye Qingxin pretended to have just been awakened, turned over, with his elbows half-supported, rubbing his eyes with one hand and asked indistinctly: "Who? Calling so late."

Jing Boyuan stared at the girl with deep eyes.

The girl herself didn't notice. Her shoulders and half of her **** were exposed. The air conditioner was covered by the air conditioner. The fluffy and soft long hair was vertical behind her, and fanned out on the pillows. The lips twitched slightly, becoming more attractive under the light.

Jing Boyuan lowered his phone and rolled over.

Ye Qing's heart had a momentary concubine. Until he came in, she didn't respond. She just asked a word, how did it evolve into this later?

By the time she was able to sleep again, the window had changed from black to gray.

As for who made the call before, she didn't ask again, maybe she forgot it, or maybe she thought it was no longer important.

Waking up the next day, Jing Boyuan was not in bed, and the sun was shining outside the window. Ye Qingxin opened his eyes and left his head empty for a while, and got up to get dressed.

Coming out of the bedroom, the food was fragrant.

Ye Qing went to the kitchen subconsciously, and saw Zhang Ye around the apron. She was surprised: "Zhang Ye?"

Zhang Jian was frying bacon in the pan, and when he heard that, he turned back and smiled at Ye, "Miss Ye is early."

Ye Qingxin: "How are you here?"

Zhang Huan: "Sir asked me to cook for you. I will give you three meals a day in the future. Go wash and wash, and it will be all right."

Ye Qing drew his eyelashes down. "Did he have breakfast?"

Zhang Huan: "I ate it. I heated the milk for my husband and made a simple sandwich. My husband was busy for a long time, and sometimes he could not eat well at lunch, and he couldn't fast on the morning."

Ye Qingxin nodded, and said nothing, went to the bathroom to wash.

After washing and rinsing, Zhang Huan has brought all the breakfast to the table.

Ye Qingxin looked at the hearty breakfast, thinking that he couldn't finish it, and called Dou Weier.

After a while, Dou Weier came over and knocked on the door with slippers. Ye Qing opened the door. Dou Weier yawned and went into the room. "You are really interested, get up early to make breakfast"

When his eyes touched another figure in the restaurant, Dou Weier was also surprised: "Zhang Ye? What are you doing?"

She last night in Nanshan Villa and met Zhang Ye.

Ye Qing smiled heartily without explanation.

Just seeing her brow and happiness in her eyebrows, Dou Weier immediately understood, took her elbow and pinched the position of the ribs, and whispered: "Your big boss is really good to you, afraid you are Starve to death here. "

Ye Qing smiled back and said, "Your family Mr. He is also good. I ran to make your nails last night."

When referring to He Jifan, Dou Weier's face changed. "Still not a good friend? If you are a good friend, don't leave the person with me on the premise, or they will break with you!"

Ye Qing smiled heartily: "Looking at you like this is not a loss. I was worried last night that you were a loss. I wanted to check it out. Fortunately, I did not go, otherwise I would have to touch my nose."

After all, she turned to greet Zhang Ye, "Did Zhang Ye eat it? If not, let's eat it together."

Zhang Huan didn't know what was busy in the kitchen, and when he heard that, he turned around and said, "You eat, don't worry about me, don't starve me, don't worry."

After having breakfast, Dou Weier went back. Before she left, she praised Zhang Ye's cooking and praised Zhang Yemei with a smile, and greeted her to come again at noon.

Ye Qingxin seemed to see Dou Weier, who had been optimistic and optimistic back, and smiled.

At more than four in the afternoon, she received a call from Jing Boyuan. He said that there would be a dinner party in the evening and he would come back later.

Ye Qingxin was busy with his own affairs, and absently answered.

At about eight o'clock, she was still in the dressing room, and suddenly came next door ‘嘭! ’A door-closing sound was like a thunderous thunder blasting over her head, terrifying her hand and almost pinching her with a pin.

She put down the work in her hand and wanted to open the door to take a look. As soon as she got out her head, she saw He Jifan copying his pockets and standing in front of Dou Weier's door. He was wearing a printed shirt and casual trousers. Slightly shorter than Jing Boyuan, but also standing in the men's pile.

For a moment, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and shoved it into his mouth, and then took out a lighter from another pocket to light a cigarette.

I don't know if it is Ye Qingxin's illusion. His back seems to be a bit lonely and helpless.

Probably Ye Qingxin's gaze was too direct. He Jifan turned his head and saw Ye Qingxin, he hesitated for a moment, then walked towards her.

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he said, "Are you free to chat?"

When he said this, He Jifan had a solemn expression, which was quite different from the frivolousness he used to talk to beauties.

Ye Qingxin hasn't seen him very often, and his understanding has only stayed at the level of 'Playboy'. Listening to him say that, given his previous flaws, she was instinctively vigilant, but then thought, His relationship with Jing Boyuan, as a good brother of Jing Boyuan, certainly can't do anything bad.

He Jifan was about to catch the fleeting precautions in her eyes. She took a bit of annoyance and said, "Relax, friends and wives shouldn't be deceived, and I don't have that mind right now." He looked into the room and asked again: "Can you talk?"

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