The queen's wife is too sultry

Villa, inside the room.

Jiang Jingting came out of the bathroom and saw Ye Zhen lying on the bed, looking at something intently.

He walked out while wiping his hair, and the slippers made a "rustling" sound on the soft carpet, with a bit of a heavy winter feel.

"Zhenzhen, come here and help me dry my hair."

Ye Zhen was still lying on the bed, motionless.

Jiang Jingting squinted his eyes, a few drops of water slipped from the end of his hair, dripped into the carpet, and disappeared.

He quietly came to the bed, his tall figure bent down to cover Ye Zhen, put his hands on her sides, and approached her ears, his voice was lazy and sexy:

"What are you looking at, huh?"

A drop of water slid into the back of Ye Zhen's neck along his sharp and clear jaw line, bringing a little coolness, like the clear cedar breath on his body, Ye Zhen flinched, and then spread her palm:

"this."

In the white palm lay a jade pendant with dragon pattern, the dark green lanyard was a bit old, but the jade pendant itself was crystal clear and round, intact.

Jiang Jingting raised his eyebrows, retracted his left hand, lay sideways beside Ye Zhen, supported his head with one hand, took the jade pendant and put it in his hand to play with, his eyes were lazy:

"This looks better than me?"

Ye Zhen was helpless, "Childish."

She reached out to take it, and Jiang Jingting stretched out his long arms, "No."

Ye Zhen snorted coldly, turned over and sat on Jiang Jingting's abdomen, grasping Jiang Jingting's wrist with both hands, in a posture of "the overlord bows hard".

She stared at him fiercely: "Will you give it?"

Jiang Jingting raised his eyebrows and looked quietly at Ye Zhen above his head: "Honey, so you like this posture."

His hair is half dry, the hair on his forehead is wet and messy, his thin pink lips look delicious, his eyes are clear and deep, he is staring at Ye Zhen without blinking.

The original loose gray pajamas became loose under Ye Zhen's movements. From his sexy Adam's Apple down, there was a hard and abrupt collarbone, a strong and solid chest, and then the abdominal muscles that contained vigorous masculinity.
Every blink of his eyes, every breath, the rise and fall of his chest, every inch of skin.

It seems that they are inviting Ye Zhen to "taste".

Ye Zhen bit her lip, the hands holding his wrist gradually tightened, and her throat felt a little dry for no reason.

She swallowed, resisting the desire and urge to kiss him, and said with difficulty: "Jing Ting, you foul——"

Beauty is misleading, she loves him very deeply, how could she not want to get close to him?

Jiang Jingting pursed his lips, his eyes were dark, like night.

"Jade pendant or me?"

His voice is deep and magnetic, possessing the magic power of bewitching people, cold and sexy, seducing Ye Zhen to sink with him.

Ye Zhen's eyes were dark, she let go of his wrist, grasped the collar of his pajamas with both hands, and slowly bent down.

The light above her head was gradually covered by her figure, Jiang Jingting's smile deepened, he reached out to hold Ye Zhen's waist, closed his eyes, and waited for her lips.

For a moment, the imaginary kiss did not come.

Jiang Jingting's right hand was cold, and he opened his eyes suddenly. Ye Zhen turned over, holding the jade pendant in her hand, and smiled very happily.

"Jing Ting, the beauty trick doesn't work for me."

Jiang Jingting: "."

He got up, put his elbows on his side, tilted his head to look at her: "Tell me, why do you care so much about Yupei today?"

"Do you remember your mother?"

He is the clearest about the origin of Yupei.

It was the only relic left to her by Ye Zhen's mother. Apart from work, she wore it with her every day, and it was more important than her own life.

Ye Zhen crawled over, handed him the jade pendant, and motioned him to help her carry it.

Sitting cross-legged, Jiang Jingting reached out to brush her long hair on the back of her neck. Her hair was soft and dense, and slipped away from his palm many times. After wearing the jade, he pressed a kiss on the back of her fair neck. He reached out and clasped her waist, whispering: "Tell me, Zhenzhen."

The two have known each other for so many years, and they already have a tacit understanding that goes deep into the bone marrow. Even though they have been separated for four years, he can still easily see the clue from her every frown and smile.

Ye Zhen leaned against his neck, tilted her head slightly, and let him sprinkle kisses as soft as feathers along her cheeks to collarbone.

"Jing Ting, do you think I still have a chance to meet my mother's relatives?"

Jiang Jingting's eyes froze, and he was silent for a moment, "Why do you ask that?"

Ye Zhen pursed her lips, her cheeks were covered with broken hair, and she raised her hand to caress the jade pendant on her chest.

The touch is moist and cool, which makes her feel at ease.

"This jade pendant was left to me by my mother."

"But I have seen the other half of Yupei."

Jiang Jingting's body became stiff for a moment.

After a while, he whispered, "It's Lu Qing."

an affirmative sentence.

Ye Zhen nodded silently.

The air was silent for a moment.

She wanted to turn around to see his expression, but the hands around her waist bound her, and she couldn't break free. There was only his firm body behind him.

Ye Zhen called him anxiously: "Jing Ting?"

"Are you angry?"

Jiang Jingting didn't speak, but buried his face in her neck silently, using her soft and elegant fragrance to suppress the depression and cold anger in his heart.

"No."

Duplicity, his tone was obviously colder than before.

Ye Zhen bit her lip, and suddenly regretted it, she shouldn't have done it knowing she couldn't do it.

In front of her, Jiang Jingting seldom gets angry, but when Lu Qing is mentioned, his emotions seem to fluctuate more easily than before.

Why is it?
Could it be that Lu Qing is really Ye Qi and his relatives?
Ye Zhen was thinking wildly, Jiang Jingting suddenly spoke, with a deep and hoarse voice: "Zhenzhen, isn't it enough for me to accompany you?"

"I will love you forever, until the moment of death, isn't that enough?"

"Why cling to people who have abandoned you and never made an impression in your life before?"

Ye Zhen was stunned, her mind went blank.

Jiang Jingting's chest was pressed against her back, and during the brief silence, she could even feel his strong heartbeat.

Accompanied by his blurted words, every heartbeat seemed to tell her bluntly how much he loved her from the bottom of his heart until the heart stopped beating.

Ye Zhen pursed her lips, her thoughts were in a mess.

"Jing Ting, that's not what I meant—"

"Then what do you mean?" Jiang Jingting interrupted her, straightened her body, held her face in both hands, and looked at her deeply with black eyes like the boundless night sky.

The two were so close that Ye Zhen could even feel his even breathing.

She stared at him blankly, looking at her clear reflection in his eyes.

From the day the two met, she was always the only woman who could make him pay such attention.

But a woman's hoarse and weak order suddenly sounded in Ye Zhen's mind:

"Zhenzhen, take good care of the jade pendant, we must find our family, don't be an orphan and let others bully you like your mother."