The blind date went to the wrong room, but was confessed by the other party

Fangzheng said: "Just put these high heels in the car, let's talk about it tomorrow, let's go home!"

Fangzheng walked downstairs step by step with Jiang Xiyao in his arms.

Open the door of the community, and walk up the stairs to the door of the house on the third floor.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and there were no other heads of household who opened the door to see the scene of the two being ambiguous. Otherwise, Jiang Xiyao, the CEO, would have been ashamed to death.

After arriving home, Jiang Xiyao was completely free.

Fang Zheng put her down.

The woman stepped on the ground with her feet in black silk. After kissing Fangzheng, she hurried to the bedroom to change into her pajamas, and took out Fangzheng's pajamas as well.

Jiang Xiyao went to the bathroom first, adjusted the temperature, and waited for a little mist before shouting.

"Honey, come take a shower!"

Fangzheng hummed, threw the two people's clothes into the washing machine, and replied, "Here we come!"

The figures of a man and a woman loomed in the hazy mist not long after. If you want to say that Fang Zheng has a girlfriend, the most intuitive feeling is that someone can rub his back in the shower.

There is also a comfortable head massage.

Miss Jiang has never served a man in such a big life, but after meeting Fang, she really paid a lot of money.

When I was at work, I took advantage of the break time to learn a lot of small details on the Internet that seemed useless, but actually facilitated the life of the couple.

After taking a bath, Fangzheng came out of the bathroom with Jiang Xiyao in his arms. The woman was only covered with a white towel.

Back in the bedroom, the air conditioner turned on the cold air.

Jiang Xiyao was leaning on the head of the bed, her white and slender thighs looked even more charming under the faint light of the desk lamp.

Fangzheng sat on the bed and gently rubbed Jiang Xiyao's ankle and calf with his hands.

"If it hurts somewhere, just tell me."

The red-faced Jiang Xiyao nodded her head pecking at the rice, looking at Fangzheng's serious look.

Suddenly the woman hissed and said, "It hurts~"

Fangzheng didn't use much force all the time, but when he touched a certain point on his ankle, Jiang Xiyao still cried out that it hurts.

Fangzheng gently touched that ankle point with his hand: "Does it hurt here?"

Jiang Xiyao endured the pain and hummed: "Did you wear high heels and wear it?"

Fangzheng glanced at it: "No, but it looks a little red, and it's because of walking too much these two days, so I'll avoid this place and rub your calves to relax."

Jiang Xiyao felt the strength of Fangzheng's fingers on her calf, looked at Fangzheng with a smile, and said softly, "Honey, you are so kind to me."

She stretched out her hand and took Fang Zheng's strong arm: "Don't press it, hug it."

The two embraced each other, and Fangzheng pulled Xia Liang on the bed to be draped behind Jiang Xiyao.

Right now, the two of them actually have nothing on their bodies, so they are feeling each other at the closest distance, feeling each other's body fragrance, temperature, breathing, and heartbeat.

Half of Jiang Xiyao's chin was blocked by Fangzheng's shoulders, and only two eyes leaked from the shoulders: "Husband, I really like the rose petals that Xiaomi just said, and I want them too in the future."

Fangzheng stroked Jiang Xiyao's slightly curly long hair: "Are you envious?"

Jiang Xiyao blushed and hummed: "I'm so envious, what should I do with my husband?"

Fangzheng thought for a while: "Well, I'll ask someone to count the days in a few days. How about we get married at the beginning of next year? If it counts, it will be less than three months. As for the rose petals, tomorrow morning I will ask someone to get married." Send it here, let you experience it at home first."

Jiang Xiyao burst out laughing, then she sat up straight and stared at Fangzheng's face:

"You can get married early, but don't experience roses early. If you experience them early, you won't have that feeling."

Fangzheng touched Jiang Xiyao's Rumeiyu's face with his hand: "Xiyao, to be honest, did you regret it after you got married with me?"

Jiang Xiyao shook her head: "Never, what about you? Do you regret marrying too few wives? There are so many women who like you, but they chose me in the end."

Fangzheng: "Of course I didn't."

Jiang Xiyao asked with a smile: "Really?"

"You alone are worth a lot. Except for the busy month of the past, when I changed my clothes the night before, I feel like I'm changing my wife every night."

Jiang Xiyao snapped: "You are so beautiful! Even if you change into other clothes, your wife will still be me. Her name is Jiang Xiyao, and she won't have a second name."

The woman kissed her, and then the lamp was turned off, and it was another sleepless night.

.....

Today is Saturday.

In a certain villa area, the plump Yan Qingya woke up from her pink bedroom.

Looking at the phone, it was past ten in the morning.

With a long sheep sound in Yan Qingya's throat, she lay on the bed, squinted for a while, and then growled hungry: "I'm hungry! Is there anyone here!"

As soon as Yan Qingya finished shouting, the maid downstairs went to the kitchen and brought the breakfast she had prepared to the second floor.

The maid knocked on the door: "Miss, are you hungry? If you are hungry, I will bring you food."

Yan Qingya opened her eyes, unlocked the bedroom with her mobile phone, and glanced at the door: "Come in!"

Chapter 348

The maid responded and came in with a nutritious breakfast of polenta, bread and vegetables.

She put everything on the bedside table.

Yan Qingya glanced at the breakfast, and felt quite appetizing:

"Sister Liu, am I the only one left at home today?"

The young maid named Sister Liu nodded: "Yes miss, the master and Miss Lily have both gone to work, Madam seems to have gone shopping with other wives early in the morning, and said she will come back at night."

Yan Qingya let out an oh.

"Understood, Sister Liu, go get busy."

The maid nodded, closed the door and backed out.

Yan Qingya was wearing pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed, eating breakfast with her legs dangling.

A junior high school girl's day is very boring, sleeping, playing computer, shopping, oh yes, there is a mobile app called Kuaishou that is very popular recently.

That's why Yan Qingya was still lying under the quilt for a long time today.

After waiting until after three o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Qingya felt that watching the video was boring, so she called her best friend Zhuge Hong.

Find the mobile phone number of your best friend, dial it, the music rang for a while, and the other side picked up:

"Hey, Xiao Honghong, what are you doing? Come out to play?"

Over there, Zhuge Hong was lying on the sofa watching a Korean soap opera on TV, with snot and tears.

As soon as she heard Yan Qingya's voice, her emotions were immediately transferred into the microphone, and she said with a slightly delicate cry:

"Hey Qingya? Go out to play? Where are you going to play?"

Hearing this tone, Yan Qingya felt a little helpless: "Are you crying while watching a romance movie at home again? Let's go shopping, and then go to the park or something at night."

Zhuge Hong lay on the sofa and nodded without hesitation: "Okay, then wait for me to take a shower and change clothes."

Yan Qingya got up: "Okay, see you at the entrance of the commercial street in an hour!"

Yan Qingya was humming a ditty, although the girls were young, their figure was better than many 20-year-old big sisters.

Especially with makeup on, she looked more like a girl in her early twenties.

After an hour and a half, the two women finally met at the entrance of the commercial street.

Zhuge Hong, who didn't have much makeup, stood beside Yan Qingya who put on makeup and lipstick, really like a little sister.

Zhuge Hong enviously said: "Qingya, how do you put on good makeup?"

Yan Qingya replied cleanly: "That's right! I also feel that my skills are getting better and better. By the way, why did you go out without makeup today?"

Zhuge Hong pouted: "What's more, ever since my dad knew that I put on lipstick every day when I went out, he put away my things. In the mood for makeup."

Yan Qingya said: "Zhuge Hong, by the way, I have never dared to ask, is your stepmother treating you well?"

After Zhuge Hong thought about it, she said with a smile: "It's okay, anyway, she is very good to my dad. If she is good to my dad, my dad will stop going out to make trouble, so I will be happy."

Speaking of this, Zhuge Hong waved his hands: "Oh, what are those grown-ups doing? Leave Qingya and go shopping!"

Yan Qingya hummed, and took Zhuge Hong's hand: "Let's go shopping!"

The two of them had a good time in the neighborhood for a few hours, bought food, went to the commercial street playground, and some small venues.

Played almost everything that can be played.

Waiting until the two of them were drinking milk tea at a cat cafe and teasing the kittens at night, Yan Qingya's father suddenly called.

"Hey, Qingya, why don't you go home after nine o'clock at night?"

Yan Qingya and Zhuge Hong were squatting in the corner of the cat cafe, with a group of kittens beside them rubbing against the legs of the two girls.

Yan Qingya said to Yan Zhunshan on the phone: "Dad, do you still care about me this Saturday? I'll go back later, and you just ask Sister Liu to keep the door open for me!"

Yan Zhunshan said: "You are a girl every family at night!"

Yan Qingya said impatiently:

"What are you talking about dad?! Do you think men are just like you? Just pick little girls? Let me tell you, dad, leave me alone, or I'll tell my mother what you did. I'm with Zhuge Hong, Hang up first."

Yan Zhunshan was at a loss for words, and finally could only sigh and hang up the phone.

Yan Qingya dresses openly, and her tone of voice is also open. To a certain extent, this kind of openness is imitated by Yan Zhunshan's temperament.

However, Yan Qingya didn't care about her father's flirtatiousness. To be precise, her mother didn't mind. She had been caught four or five times, so she had the right to pretend nothing happened.

Yan Qingya naturally didn't worry about those leisurely thoughts.

In the cat cafe, Zhuge Hong touched the kitten next to her leg, and asked Yan Qingya: "Qingya? Did your father call you?"

Yan Qingya hummed: "He told me to go back early, so I won't listen to him." After speaking, Yan Qingya looked at Zhuge Hong and added: "Our fathers are the same!"

Zhuge Hong nodded: "Yes, Teacher Fang is better, if only Teacher Fang is my father."

Yan Qingya blinked, and imagined that her father was Teacher Fang in her mind, but then she suddenly uttered:

"That's not good. Teacher Fang can be my elder brother. It's too weird to be my father, and the relationship is too chaotic."

Zhuge Hong had a question mark on his face, he only understood half of what he said, and only half understood it.

The two girls played in the cat cafe until after ten o'clock, when the owner of the shop closed, they left.

The two girls held hands, thinking that it was time to go home at this point, but unexpectedly they passed by the door of a disco.

Yan Qingya suddenly became curious again.

She said to Zhuge Hong: "Zhuge Hong, let's play disco? Let's play again?"

Zhuge Hong frowned: "Bengdi? This point."

"Ah, what's the matter? Are you still afraid?"

Zhuge Hong pursed his lips: "It's not the first time you and I have entered, so there's nothing to be afraid of, it's just late at night..."

Yan Qingya didn't take it seriously: "Oh, let's go, you're just like my dad."

The two women walked into the disco, where there were too many men and women. The dazzling colorful lights coupled with the emotional music made Yan Qingya high as soon as she entered.

Both Zhuge Hong and Yan Qingya are very relaxed girls. They found a suitable position and danced to the music and the flow of people.

After bouncing around like this for about half an hour, Yan Qingya felt that it was not enough, and suddenly she covered her mouth and whispered next to Zhuge Hong's ear: "I want to go up and sing, do you want to join me?"

Zhuge Hong: "Huh? You want to go up and sing? I can't."

Yan Qingya pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Then you just watch me from below, I'll go up to the concert!"

Yan Qingya went to the stage of the disco with ease, and seemed to be singing on the stage. She did this kind of thing once or twice.

Even those DJs knew Yan Qingya, after a few words, they let Yan Qingya go to the stage.

There is no prologue, no self-introduction, just come up with the background music and hold the microphone to cheer up.

Under the stage, many men sitting on the sofa drinking wine seemed to be very interested in Yan Qingya's young face, and they were talking about what they could and couldn't hear while drinking.

I don't know how many songs Yan Qingya sang, how long Zhuge Hong danced, anyway, in the passage of time, the delicate Zhuge Hong suddenly felt his pockets vibrate.