The queen's wife is too sultry

Cayenne sailed past the neon lights and bustle of the city, and slowly returned to Jiang Jingting's villa in City A.

To be precise, it is Ye Zhen's villa.

"boom--"

Everything was silent, and the sound of the car door closing was dull and sudden in the dark night, scaring away a few tired birds perched on the trees. After a burst of rustling leaves, everything returned to tranquility.

Ye Zhen got out of the car and was stunned when she saw the light of the villa was on.

Didn't you tell Mama Liu that you can't come today?Are you preparing supper for her?

The night in the middle of winter is still too ruthless and cold, the wind blows like a bone-chilling cold, as if it wants to sweep away all the warmth in Ye Zhen's body.

After saying goodbye to Lin Mo, she hurried back to the villa, stomped her feet vigorously, trying to warm herself up, stretched out her hand, and just about to unlock it, the door opened by itself.

Unexpectedly, behind the door was not Mama Liu's caring face.

Looking at the tall figure in front of her, Ye Zhen was stunned for a moment, and shouted with a dazed look: "Jing Ting?"

In the next second, a strong and irresistible force pulled her into the room.

The lights in the villa are bright, with a sense of warmth, the coldness in Ye Zhen's body is instantly driven away, but it is not because of these.

But because of the man in front of him.

Jiang Jingting led her to the sofa, picked up a thick blanket and carefully covered her body, then sat beside her, wrapping Ye Zhen's with his warm and dry palm, staring at Ye Zhen with his handsome eyes Seemingly displeased, both helpless and accusing: "Didn't you tell me to accompany grandma today? Why are you only coming back now?"

"Why didn't you wear gloves? What should I do if I have frostbite?"

He was questioning her, but his tone was gentle and outrageous.

Ye Zhen just came back from the outside, her body is afraid of the cold, and her slender fingers are as cold as popsicles in winter.

In the winter before, Jiang Jingting would specially prepare her the most cold-proof gloves and traditional Chinese medicine to prevent her from getting chilblains in winter.

She loves beauty, and she absolutely cannot tolerate her red and swollen hands.

Jiang Jingting knew this.

But before meeting him, Ye Zhen's hands were not without frostbite in winter.

The man in front of him had lost his rigor and aloofness at work. He was wearing a khaki loose round-neck knitted sweater on his upper body and dark gray straight-leg pants on his lower body. He looked warm and lazy. He was warming her hands with his eyes downcast.

From Ye Zhen's perspective, one can see his fair and handsome side face, and his slender and thick long eyelashes.

There was a burst of warmth in his palm, and the temperature in his palm was transmitted to her, spreading from the palm of his hand to her chest.

Ye Zhen couldn't help approaching him, leaning on his broad shoulders, the faint cedar breath came from him, Ye Zhen closed her eyes, her expression was nostalgic and dependent, enjoying the warmth of this moment: "Jing Ting, you are not afraid of spoiling me." me."

No matter how cold it was outside, as long as he was by his side, she felt inexplicably at ease.

Jiang Jingting paused, then tilted his head, and rubbed the tip of her small nose affectionately, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "I wish I could spoil you."

"That way no one can stand you but me."

Ye Zhen showed a defenseless smile that she had never seen during the day, she leaned over, pecked Jiang Jingting's face lightly, blinked, and smiled deliberately: "It seems that your idea is quite successful, no wonder you returned home For the next four years no one wanted me."

Hearing this, Jiang Jingting narrowed his eyes dangerously. Ye Zhen realized that something was wrong, and was about to withdraw her hand, but was restrained by the man.

He bullied her and forced her to the corner of the sofa, the sofa sank deeply due to the weight of the two of them, and Ye Zhen's body slid towards him uncontrollably.

His breath was getting closer and closer, his eyes flashed with a dangerous light, Ye Zhen held her hands above her head, unable to move.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, Ye Zhen couldn't break free, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I wronged Jing Ting, I will never say it again."

The man sneered, but still didn't let her go: "What's wrong?"

Just as Ye Zhen was about to speak, he heard him continue: "You mean, if there is a man willing to want you in four years, you will go with him, right?"

Ye Zhen: "."

She wanted to cry but had no tears, "Jing Ting, that's not what I meant."

"what does that mean?"

"It's not what you think it means anyway."

Jiang Jingting stared at her with black eyes, she blinked, his reflection was in the vivid and beautiful almond eyes, focused and clear.

After a while, he pulled her up, wrapped her in his arms, clasped her fingers tightly with his right hand, leaned his chin on her neck, and gently sniffed her elegant fragrance.

"Zhenzhen, how have you been during the four years I was away?"

Ye Zhen was taken aback, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

She thought that the four years when the two of them had no intersection was his backlash, so she never mentioned it after they got back together, for fear of offending him.

Jiang Jingting tightened his arms and hugged her even tighter, his voice was low and magnetic: "I want to know."

Ye Zhen raised her eyebrows, a trace of helplessness flashed across her eyes.

She hadn't asked Jiang Jingting why he suddenly returned to China, but he was lucky enough to ask her instead.

Ye Zhen nestled in his arms, with a hesitant expression: "Jing Ting, it's not that I don't want to tell you, I'm just afraid that you will be unhappy."

In those four years, except last year when her acting career began to improve, there was only one word to describe the remaining three years, and that was to endure.

How difficult it was during that time, even she herself didn't want to think about it too much.

"Well, I want to know everything about you." Jiang Jingting's eyes darkened, but his tone was extremely gentle.

Ye Zhen thought about it and decided to make a long story short.

"Actually, it's nothing. The more difficult thing should be the year when I first entered the circle."

She seriously recalled the past, "I was just a newcomer at that time, and I only studied finance before, but never acted, so sometimes I couldn't even act well, and I was often scolded by the director..."

"You know what I've heard the most?"

"What?" Jiang Jingting asked.

Ye Zhen chuckled, "Useless vase."

Jiang Jingting's eyes darkened, and his tone was displeased, "Who said you're useless?"

"You tell me the director's name."

Ye Zhen was amused by him, and patted his arm comfortingly: "There are so many directors, do you want to find them one by one?"

"Why not."

"I'm just kidding, Jing Ting, I have long forgotten about them, after all, they are not important to me."

"The only thing that matters is you."

Jiang Jingting's heart trembled, resisting the urge to kiss her, and asked: "Aside from that? Did anything else happen?"

"for example--"

He pursed his lips, his eyes gradually cooled down, and he didn't continue talking.

Thinking of the scene that day, he still couldn't restrain his anger.