Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

He took Ruan Xiaojing's hand and walked towards the guests' wine table, and went from table to table, joining in the teasing and drinking of relatives, friends and classmates.

There was no news from Du Qingqing. With the idea of ​​numbness in his heart, Fang Zheng helped Ruan Xiaojing block all the wine. No matter what the reason was, he fearlessly picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth, saying, "Xiaojing can't drink much, I'll drink for her. I apologize to everyone."

When they finally reached the table of the Quality Inspection Department, Ruan Xiaojing dragged his hand to stop him from continuing, "Fang Zheng, you are drunk, you can't drink anymore."

Looking at Fang Zheng with a dazed look in his eyes, Fan Xueya complained, "You guys are going too far. You came to our table and got drunk. How can we mess with you?"

Ruan Xiaojing reached out and tapped Fan Xueya's nose. "You just want the world to be in turmoil. We meet every day, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Wang Lun stood in front of Fang Zheng and stared at him, saying, "Minister Fang is truly a model husband and a wife-protecting maniac. He got himself drunk just to keep you from drinking."

Ruan Xiaojing gently stroked Fang Zheng's face, turned to Wang Lun and said, "You guys help Fang Zheng get into the car. I don't think he will wake up tonight."

Fan Xueya walked over to Ruan Xiaojing and asked with a smile: "Our Minister Fang is so drunk, how can you have a wedding night?"

Ruan Xiaojing glared at her and said with a smile, "Gossip Queen, do you want to come with us to see the new house?"

"I dare not, I dare not." Fan Xueya stepped aside embarrassedly.

……

After saying goodbye to all relatives and friends and returning to the new house, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Ruan Xiaojing squatted beside the bed, looking at Fang Zheng who was lying drunk and unconscious on the bed. He was still wearing a white shirt with a groom's boutonniere. His clothes reeked of alcohol and his chest was soaked with sweat; there were also tiny bits of debris from the fireworks on his hair.

Because he was sleeping quietly, the contours of his face were particularly prominent: clear lips, a straight nose, thick black eyebrows, and faint beads of sweat on his forehead.

Ruan Xiaojing went to the bathroom and got a warm towel, carefully wiped his face, neck and hands. Then, she unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing his strong chest and abdominal muscles.

Perhaps sensing her movements, Fang Zheng opened his eyes slightly. Seeing her in front of him, he was a little dazed. He moved his mouth a few times but never called out her name.

Ruan Xiaojing looked at him and whispered, "I'll wipe you and change into pajamas."

Her breath hit his neck as she spoke, and she took a towel and wiped his chest and abdomen carefully, stimulating his nerves softly like a low-voltage electric current.

When he opened his eyes again, the red cheongsam she was wearing gave him a greater visual impact. He suddenly pulled her into his arms and murmured, "Xiaojing - you are Xiaojing -"

"Well - I'm your Xiaojing -" Ruan Xiaojing answered softly, her head pressed on his bare chest by his hand. The smell of alcohol and sweat mixed together, but she could smell the first hint of homely smell.

He quietly felt the friction of her hair on his chest, itching from his skin to his heart.

"Are you awake?" Ruan Xiaojing looked up at him. "You're dirty. Do you want to get up and take a shower?"

Fang Zheng shook his head and stared at Ruan Xiaojing. His mind was clear and he got drunk only to try to control his physical desires.

He didn't know what Du Qingqing's situation was, or whether Bo Tong had found Du Qingqing. The incident was caused by him. How could he feel at ease staying out of it and enjoy his wedding night?

Ruan Xiaojing's hand gently stroked his face and whispered, "Don't drink so much in the future."

Fang Zheng nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you from now on." After he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a message on his cell phone. He took out his cell phone and saw the message from Bo Tong: Du Qingqing has returned home, don't worry.

Fang Zheng let out a long sigh. He could finally put his mind at ease. Du Qingqing returned home safely. No matter where she had gone, at least she was safe now.

"What information?" Ruan Xiaojing asked him innocently.

"A message from a classmate—" Fang Zheng answered her, and rolled over to press her under his body. He carefully looked at her face: shy, blushing, charming, eyes moving, hesitant to speak. Although her face was still covered with bridal makeup that she hadn't had time to remove, he could see her simplicity and beauty.

Every cell in his body was throbbing with desire.

Although I don't know what happened to Du Qingqing after she returned home, although I still feel morally condemned in my heart, and although I feel guilty for using her to achieve my goals...

But today is his wedding with Ruan Xiaojing.

He put aside all thoughts that disturbed him, including Du Qingqing. He didn't want to admit it but had to admit that he didn't know from when, the day he went to the new house to look at furniture, or some day earlier, he wanted to hold Ruan Xiaojing in his arms, wanted to kiss her deeply, wanted to possess her...

He kissed her without any scruples. He had long been envious of the soft lips that spoke softly, with the corners of her mouth raised with a smile. Even when she was sad, she never pouted and cried. Just like her personality: gentle but strong, persistent and optimistic.

He didn't want to say a word, he just wanted to kiss her and keep kissing her.

The clothes were scattered on the ground one by one...

For a long time, he looked at her under him with sweat all over his forehead and said to her: "Xiao Jing, I want you——"

Ruan Xiaojing panted and looked at him, with a seductive light in her eyes, "Aren't you drunk?"

Fang Zheng was also panting, his blood boiling, every cell filled with the desire to possess, "If I continue to get drunk, how can I be worthy of you tonight——"

With a shy smile, she moaned softly. His hands wrapped around her body like snakes, and his kiss made her greedy like honey. Her hands excitedly and nervously grasped his arms, and she said softly, "I like the way you look at me when you are drunk."

Fang Zheng's lips brushed across her neck bit by bit, and he uttered a loving and vague voice: "You - are not like your usual self at all -"

"What am I like normally?" Ruan Xiaojing asked, she was immersed in his gentle touch and passionate kiss. He had been quietly hiding in her heart since the first day she met him when she participated in the competition for the position of the head of the Quality Inspection Department. He was the first man who moved her and made her willing to devote herself to him.

"Well-behaved, gentle, strong, independent, serious, and so many more..." He looked at her intoxicatedly, leaving a lip print on her lips with every word he spoke.

Ruan Xiaojing looked back at him, her face full of happiness and shyness. His words made her mind and body melt together, "I—I'm ready—"

Fang Zheng bit her lips gently and said softly, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me."