Before my grandfather died, he forced me to marry the richest man in the imperial capital

After returning to Yixin Garden.

Tang Junyao cooked the dinner. She cooked some home-cooked dishes. After Ji Hancheng finished eating, he said he needed to go out.

Before leaving, she didn't ask him where he was going, but simply said yes.

It has been almost 2 hours and Ji Hancheng still hasn't come back, she is the only one in the huge suite.

Being idle and bored, Tang Junyao cleaned the suite once. An hour later, her forehead was slightly sweating, and her body was also covered in sweat.

She walked into the master bedroom, took out her pajamas from the suitcase, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Half an hour later, she had a pure white towel hanging on her head, her hair was still wet, and she kept wiping it with one hand on top of her head. As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she bumped into the man who opened the door and came in.

The eyes of the two collided in an instant, and the man who came in clenched the documents in his hands first, and was taken aback. His calm mood in the underground parking lot was broken again, and he tried his best to restrain himself, keeping his face calm and smiling , "Have you taken a shower?"

Tang Junyao just paused for a few seconds, continued to wipe her hair, glanced at the file bag in his hand, and asked casually, "What is this, why does it look so shabby."

He subconsciously moved the document behind him, kept looking at her, staring at her face with a pair of dark and deep eyes, wanted to hug her very much, took a step forward, and kissed her on the forehead with distress My dear, I made an arc, "I'll put the company's information in the safe first, and wait for me to dry your hair."

Tang Junyao nodded, convinced, and responded lightly, "Oh."

She didn't understand the company's affairs, so she had nothing to ask, and she couldn't give an answer even if she asked, it was not her field of expertise.

After a while, Ji Hancheng came out. He came out of the study and went into the bathroom.

After a while, he held a white hair dryer in his hand, and then dragged her to sit down on the sofa, and he also sat down, letting her head rest on his slender legs, "If you are tired, just squint for a while, When you fall asleep, I will carry you in."

The wet hair soaked his dry trousers in an instant. His movements were very gentle and became more and more familiar. He inserted his fingers into the hair and slightly pulled up a bundle of hair. The hot air from the hair dryer dried the moisture on the hair ends little by little .

It's very comfortable, and even the cells of the whole body are relaxing. I finally understand why so many people like to go to beauty parlors and massage parlors. It's really comfortable and enjoyable.

Tang Junyao enjoyed it with her eyes closed, and gradually got used to his service, she opened her red lips, "Is Lele good over there?"

The hair dryer was on mute, he could hear her voice, and his deep and hoarse voice sounded from the silent suite, "What's wrong with him, he has to come back."

Thinking back, it was indeed the case. Xiaoyouzi didn't plan to come back with them at all that morning, but just said goodbye. It can be seen that Xiaoyouzi likes Ji Zhai very much, such as Yuan Shu, like Grandpa Ji...... .They were all very nice to him.

Even Ji's sister-in-law and Ji's housekeeper regard him as their ancestor, for fear of bumping into each other.

It's no wonder that little pomelo doesn't want to come back anymore, a heartless little guy.

After a while, the hair was dried. He put the hair dryer on the side of the sofa and did not get up. He fingered the hair, tidying it layer by layer. He was patient and careful, suppressed his emotions, and said cautiously, "Yao Yao .”

She didn't open her eyes, thinking that he wanted to chat with her, she responded naturally, "Huh?"

"Let's make it public."

Hearing this, she opened her eyes in a flash. His deep eyes were above her, staring at her all the time, and his eyes collided. She felt that his state today was a bit strange, his eyes were dark and unclear, and he always felt suppressed. It's an indescribable feeling.

Seeing that she just stared at him blankly, thinking she was unwilling, she hurriedly changed her words, "It's okay, I just mentioned it casually, don't worry about it, I can wait."

It's not that she doesn't want to make it public, it's just that she doesn't want to be so high-profile. Even if she doesn't do anything, just the name of Mrs. Ji is enough to attract others' attention. She wants to be a low-key woman by his side.

Life is like drinking water, you know whether you are warm or cold, whether you have money or not, there is no need to let others know.

Happiness is like this, and so is love. She feels that only she knows all the feelings. Others can't empathize. After all, the needle is not stuck in their leg, so how can they know the pain? Since they can't empathize, why let them I know.

People who don't want to bless you can always twist things up to make things difficult for you.

She stretched out her hands to support his shoulders and sat up. He held her hips hard and hugged her. She straddled his legs and faced him. Her arms subconsciously wrapped around his neck. .

Through his eyes, she saw herself reflected, and there was only her sea in her eyes. The eyes were clear and clear, and a complex emotion flashed in the eyes, which was too late for her to catch.

In the next second, his thin lips covered him, his breathing was heavy, and he could feel that he had no way to control it, the strength was much heavier than before, affectionate, gentle with a touch of indulgence, and catharsis.

After kissing for a long time, she sat on her lap with her lips and teeth slightly open, breathing heavily, panting, and a thought in her mind immediately spit out, "Did something happen?"

After being together for a long time, every look and every movement of the other party will detect the difference from the past, and she is a sensitive person, so she can't notice the difference in Ji Hancheng tonight.

He lied, clasped the back of her head with one hand, pressed her forehead, and rushed out of desire, "I want to do it, now."

Straightforward desires, thoughts are called out, it is hard to resist, she is sitting on his lap not without feeling, it is a feeling that is hard to ignore, and I have already guessed the result, but I didn't expect him to be straightforward speak out.

She nodded shyly, not daring to look at him with her eyes downcast, her hands still hugging his neck.

The kiss struck again, her body lost weight, and the kiss gradually became more intense. Unknowingly, she was taken to the master bedroom, which was ridiculously large.

The curtains were not drawn, and the wind outside the window rustled the branches, swaying and shattering, as if they were about to fall to the ground in the next second, which made people feel terrified.

Minutes and seconds passed, the moon was ashamed looking at the indoor picture, hid in the dark clouds, and never came out again, only the shining stars were still holding on to this hard-won love.

Two hours later, Tang Junyao was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, so Ji Hancheng let her go, hugged her and kissed her, the complex emotions just now disappeared from his face, he chuckled, "Yaoyao, look at the ceiling. "

Tang Junyao: Look at your sister, she is so exhausted, why do you like this sport so much?

But the body is honest, still curious about what is on the ceiling, opened the tired and heavy eyelids, it's okay if you don't look at it, and almost sent yourself away in shock when you saw it.

She stared wide-eyed at the colorful flowers on the ceiling, which vividly blended on the white wall, but the colors ranged from light to dark, in the shape of a heart, and a reminder of the number, 120, was patiently designed on the side.

What kind of thing is this? I didn't find it when I first came in, and I didn't find it when I visited on the first day. When it was installed, why didn't she know.

With puzzled eyes, he asked the man with a smirk on his face, his voice was extremely hoarse, "What is this?"

I always felt that it was not an ordinary flower, nor an ordinary decoration. His explanation the next second made Tang Junyao want to bury it on the spot.

He smirked, and the arc of his lips couldn't be suppressed, "This is the flower you planted, the color of the flower depends on how loud you just called, and the red one in the middle will bloom if you make a passionate voice." , the flat ones are the light pink ones on the side, which bloom according to your voice control."

He was very kind and patient, pointing his slender fingers at the flowers on the ceiling and explaining why the colors of the flowers were different.

She really thanked him for letting her refresh her three views and gain insight.

Tang Junyao was so speechless that she didn't want to talk anymore, this person must be sick.

Without waiting for her to continue asking, he kindly explained again, leaning close to her flushed ear, "120, is the total number of times you barked at night."

Tang Junyao: This number really fits well. I'm afraid she really needs 120 in her current state of mind.

Staring at him fiercely, with a hoarse voice, "You are sick, why are you doing this in your room? Do you have any quirks?"

Ji Hancheng didn't blush, and didn't feel inappropriate at all. Instead, he looked at the woman in his arms affectionately, "I want to record the number of times we have lived together, and the flowers we planted together. This computer version can be exported. When we grow old When we are done, we can see how many flowers we have planted in this life."

Tang Junyao could no longer find an adjective. When she visited the house on the first day, she felt that the decoration of this house was indescribably strange. Now that she knew it, she suddenly thought, "Besides this, is there anything else that you specially designed."

Ji Hancheng felt that she was too smart and knew him too well, how could there be only one, so he stretched out his hand and scratched her nose, "I can't tell you, if I tell you, there will be no surprise."

Tang Junyao replied without thinking, "Are you sure it's a surprise or not a shock?"

Ji Hancheng sneered, "Don't you like excitement? I'll look for it with you. I know you're not that timid. I'll take you to take a bath, huh?"

Is the stimulus she was talking about this stimulus? This person's comprehension ability is really sufficient.

His voice was deep and doting, and he said shameless words, but he didn't feel shameless. This rascal also looks at his face, and a good-looking face can be described in another word.

Good-looking people playing hooligans are teasing, and ugly people playing hooligans are harassment.

Tang Junyao felt as if she had entered a pirate ship.

Doesn’t the decoration company find it strange that this house is decorated with such things, “May I take the liberty to ask, which idiot came up with this design?”

Ji Hancheng continued to smirk, taking this as a compliment, "The one who makes you bloom."

Tang Junyao's eyes widened again, her voice suddenly raised a bit, "So you designed it yourself?"

Now she has reason to suspect that Xiao Youzi was the one who deliberately stayed in Ji's residence, and it was premeditated.

Black-bellied man.

I don’t know who else knows such a shameful design, “Who supervised this decoration?”

"Xu Mingkai, don't worry, he won't think of this level. At most, he thinks it's for decoration."

Tang Junyao was dubious, "Are you sure?"

Ji Hancheng nodded to reassure her.