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After playing bridge for more than an hour, Jing Lin couldn't sit still anymore. He suggested going to the bar for a few drinks, and the others agreed.

Jian Qiao followed closely behind Li Wan with the book in her arms.

Several people came to the jazz-themed bar on the fifth floor, and the music was played by a group of foreigners with full of personality.

The indoor light is relatively dim, and the atmosphere is relatively lyrical and comfortable, which is a good place to relax.

Zuo Yan lowered his eyes halfway, sipped the cocktail in his hand, and stared at Jian Qiao, who was standing upright and holding juice, from the air.She knew that Jian Qiao was Chi Yu's friend, but she didn't know how good their relationship was.

After a while, Jian Qiao tilted her head and said something to Li Wan, which made the man chuckle a few times.

Zuo Yan pinched the cup's foot hard, her fingertips turned white, she secretly breathed out, got up and went outside, and called Chi Yu.

Chi Yu said that Jian Qiao was her very best friend, and the two had known each other for several years.Zuo Yan frowned, knowing in her heart that she couldn't move this person.

After hanging up the phone, Zuo Yan smoked two cigarettes on the deck, and the jealousy in his chest disappeared.

She returned to her seat, with a decent smile on her face, and patted the back of Li Wan's hand affectionately: "I think Sister Qiao likes to read, why don't you ask her to sit in the holiday bookstore on the east side of the fourth floor. The environment there is quiet and the lighting is good.”

Li Wan hummed, and took away the straw that Jian Qiao was biting into her mouth: "Go there later."

Jian Qiao pursed her lips, said nothing, nodded and got up to leave.

Instead of going to the bookstore, she went back to her room depressed.

Qingcao woke up and was sitting at the round table embroidering brocade handkerchiefs.

"You still know this?" Jian Qiao walked over curiously, bent over and glanced.

"I learned from Mrs. Zuo, she is very dexterous." When Zuo Yan is not at home, she always serves in front of Mrs. Zuo.

"The material is good," Jian Qiao touched it lightly, "it feels like silk satin."

"That's right," Qingcao stopped her work and looked into her bright eyes, "If you like it, I can give it to you as a gift. This square handkerchief is about to be embroidered."

Embroidered on it was a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, the implication was too ambiguous, Jian Qiao was too embarrassed to accept it, so she declined it politely.

Qingcao's eyes darkened, feeling a little lost, and unconsciously recalling many things.She was a child abandoned by her parents since she was born. She has never enjoyed family affection or friends.When she was in the orphanage, she struggled to survive. When she came to the Zuo family, her situation was a little better, but she was often bullied and insulted by other servants...

"What's wrong?" Seeing the tears falling from the corners of Qingcao's eyes, Jian Qiao suddenly felt uneasy, and hurriedly took a tissue to help her wipe it off.

"It's okay," she held Jian Qiao's hand, smiling with tears in her eyes, "I just remembered some sad things."

Jian Qiao is kind-hearted and soft inside, she doesn't want to see others cry, so she comforted her with a gentle voice for a long time.

Green Grass, who was used to being strong, cried even more fiercely after her gentle comfort. The tears were like a flood that had burst a bank, and it couldn't be stopped no matter what.

Jian Qiao was bewildered by the green grass, and looked flustered: "Sorry, sister, I can't speak, and I made you sad."

Qingcao cried until the pear blossoms were raining, her eyes were blurred with tears, and finally even the snot bubbles came out.

Jian Qiao froze for a moment, and was about to take out a tissue and hand it to Qingcao, but heard her chuckle twice.

After Qingcao finished laughing, she embarrassedly ran to the bathroom to wash her face.

A few minutes later, she wiped her face clean and shyly came out with the hem of her clothes twisted.

"It's just embarrassing," Qingcao lowered her head, bit her lip, her voice was thin and weak, "Don't laugh at me."

"En." Jian Qiao answered seriously.

Qingcao secretly glanced at Jian Qiao from the corner of her eye, seeing that she really didn't smile, her expression relaxed.

"Sister, you are such a good person." Qingcao sat down next to Jian Qiao, her face was a little red, "Better than everyone I have ever met."

Jian Qiao looked at her in surprise: "We have only known each other for a day."

"It has nothing to do with time," Qingcao waved her hand, "Anyway, I know in my heart that you are the best."

It was the first time Jian Qiao heard such compliments, and she couldn't help feeling a little touched: "Thank you girl." She rubbed Qingcao's head twice.

Qingcao was stunned for a moment: this was an intimate experience she had never had before.

She lowered her head, leaned close to Jian Qiao's chest, and said cautiously, "Can you touch me again?"

Although Jian Qiao felt puzzled, she still followed her advice.

When Qing Cao raised her head, Jian Qiao noticed that the eyes of this man were red again, and she suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Give me this brocade handkerchief after you finish embroidering it?" Jian Qiao said softly, "I just need a piece."

Qingcao was pure-hearted, and didn't think about why Jian Qiao had clearly rejected her just now, and why she was willing to ask for it now, she just nodded happily.

"I'll stay up late tonight to embroider it for you, and it will be ready for use tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry," Jian Qiao gently rubbed her head, "We're going to stay on this cruise ship for several days."

Qing Cao hummed obediently, and rubbed against Jian Qiao's palm with her eyes closed.

Looking at the person in front of her, Jian Qiao recalled that Jing Bao, who was a stray cat outside, would sometimes show her kindness to herself like this, and she couldn't help sighing in her heart: Qingcao is really a miserable poor person.

"I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep." Jian Qiao hid the sadness in her eyes.

She got up, but Qingcao also stood up.

"Can I go to your room? You sleep in yours, and I'll sit next to you and embroider brocade handkerchiefs."

Facing the wet eyes of her crying before, Jian Qiao really couldn't bear to refuse: "Yes, but I still have to take a shower, how about this, you go back to your bedroom and wait, then I will call you."

Green Grass responded and hopped away like a rabbit. After more than half an hour, she came galloping happily like a Tibetan antelope.

Jian Qiao slept until 05:30 in the afternoon, during which Qingcao sat quietly on the low stool at the head of the bed, focusing on rusting the brocade handkerchief.

"Are you awake?" Qingcao rubbed her eyes, put down her veil, approached her and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Jian Qiao's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Then get up quickly, let's go to the restaurant to get something to eat." The green grass is like a bird jumping in the forest, calling her as a companion to go out for food.

Jian Qiao smiled, she had to admit that getting along with Qingcao was simple and easy.

"I'll change clothes, you wait for me outside for a while."

Qingcao hummed a few times and ran away with the Jinpa.

The two of them went to the self-service area, where they could eat whatever they wanted.Fudged by Qingcao, Jian Qiao successfully ate his stomach.

"When I was in the orphanage, I was often hungry and couldn't get enough to eat. When I came to Zuo's house, I wished I could eat all the food I got. As time passed, my stomach became bigger and bigger... ..”

After hearing this, Jian Qiao sighed twice, and then told Qingcao carefully, telling her that such a way of eating is harmful to her health, so she must pay attention to control it in the future.

"I'm so hungry, I can't help it," Qingcao said helplessly, "When I see something to eat, I want to fill my stomach."

Jian Qiao didn't say any more, pulled her up, went for a walk outside, and digested food.

The nightlife on the cruise ship is very rich, there are opera performances, hot dance venues, as well as acrobats, magicians, and all kinds of strange parties...

The two of them didn't participate in that either, they just walked side by side and chatted on the deck under the moonlight like water.

"Miss Zuo likes Miss Wan very much." Qingcao said suddenly.

Jian Qiao paused, staring sideways at the grass: "Zuo Yan told you about this?"

"No, I can see it myself," Qingcao turned around against the sea breeze, "Every time Miss Wan stays in the villa, Miss Zuo will be as happy as a child."

Jian Qiao swallowed her saliva, clutched the trouser line with her right hand, and said with a tense voice, "They... do they live in the same room?"

"No, they live in separate rooms, but the rooms are adjacent."

Jian Qiao looked relieved, and secretly let out a breath.

Qingcao leaned over and said quietly: "Miss Zuo has cooked noodles for Miss Wan. She has never been involved in the kitchen since she was a child. This is the first time."

Jian Qiao lowered her eyes and did not answer, and remained silent for the rest of the time.

At 10:30 in the evening, Jian Qiao went around outside Li Wan's room.

Li Wan happened to come back from the hot spring and bumped into her.

"Why are you standing here?" Li Wan looked at her.

Seeing Zuo Yin behind Li Wan, Jian Qiao cleared her throat uncomfortably: "It's nothing, I'm just wandering around."

"Hey, did you come to my place?" Li Wan snorted, and poked Jian Qiao's shoulder again, "Come with me, I have something for you."

Just as Zuo Yin was about to follow, Li Wan turned to her and said, "Go back to your room first, I will meet you later."

Zuo Yan's face froze, and then he squeezed out a smile: "Okay, Sister Wan."

"Are you going to go out later?" Jane pretended to be careless, looking at the surrounding layout casually, "It's so late, aren't you sleepy?"

"Zuo Yi made an appointment for the bedtime spa here, and invited me to go with him." Li Wan handed her a small box of chocolate truffle cakes.

While picking up the cake, Jian Qiao checked the information on her mobile phone.

"Does your bedtime spa also include essential oils?"

Li Wan nodded.

As soon as the picture on the phone screen popped up, Jian Qiao couldn't help but her eyelids twitched. She leaned over and asked Li Wan in a low voice with a blushing face: "If you open your back... it's the kind I think... without clothes." Do you want a back massage?"

Li Wan raised her eyebrows and stared at her with folded arms.

Jian Qiao knew the answer in her heart. She put away her mobile phone, touched the tip of her nose, stared at the brown carpet under her feet, and her ears were burning hot: "Don't go out and get it, I will massage it too."

Li Wan continued to stare at her intently, noncommittal.

"Cough..." Jian Qiao's face became more and more red, "I have learned massage before, and the technique is pretty good." Because grandma's waist and calves were often uncomfortable, she went to a masseuse on purpose.

"Tsk, I'm talking about it," Li Wan Xiaoli patted Jian Qiao's face, breathing hot air, "Do you think I can't see through your little thoughts? Don't you just don't want others to touch my body? ?"

Jian Qiao's expression choked, and the tips of her ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

"Didn't I say that you're not my type?" Li Wan pinched her hot earlobe and chuckled, "Why don't you give up? Are you still thinking about it?"

Jian Qiao bit her lip tightly, unable to speak a word.

Not knowing what came to mind, Li Wan suddenly asked her curiously: "What do you like about me?"

Jian Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then stammered out all the advantages of Li Wan that she could think of.

"I'm so good?" Li Wan asked her in a whisper.

Jian Qiao's eyelashes flickered a few times, and she nodded obediently.

Li Wan grabbed Jian Qiao's collar, tiptoed slightly, her red lips were close to her right ear, and the warm and sultry fragrance continued to spray on this person's sensitive and delicate skin, causing tingling and trembling like an electric current. Itching.

"Why don't you dare to admit that you're actually lustful?" The two of them didn't know each other for long, and this man started thinking about her.

Jian Qiao's eyes darkened when she heard the words, her throat swallowed and slid, and the deer in her heart jumped wildly uncontrollably...

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I have been waiting for a long time, and I will try to update it as soon as possible in the future.