boyutpedia Chapter 111 Feed Me Drinks
Chapter 111 Feed Me Drinks
"Brother Yi..."
Ling Zhen was speechless, but there were some things she couldn't say. She picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip to hide her helplessness.
"Don't be so quick to reject me. You can think about it carefully, Xiaozhen. I am serious."
Yi Xin said, looking at her with gentle eyes: "Your brother Yi has had a failed marriage, but I have never really been in a relationship, and I don't know how to make a girl happy. However, I will learn slowly and become a qualified husband. But if you don't want, we can just be a contract couple. I am willing to do that as long as you are happy."
Ling Zhen's eyes were red, and he bit his lips tightly, trying his best to suppress the urge to cry.
Yi Xin took the cup she had placed on the table and poured her another glass of water. He continued, "Let's stop talking and eat first. It's no use eating cold food."
Two of them chatted intermittently, and the meal lasted nearly two hours.
When we returned to Jin Mansion, it was already around ten o'clock.
This time is actually not too late, especially for men and women on a date, it is still quite early.
The living room was dark and the lights were off. It seemed that Tang Shuya had not returned yet. Her heart finally settled down.
Somehow, she felt like she was a child, sneaking out to play without telling her parents.
According to Jiang Fei, all the women in the past were forced upon him by the old man, and they were over after one or two dates. But this time it was really different. They had dated several times, and it seemed that this time he was serious.
She even thought that maybe Tang Shuya would not come home tonight.
However, when she turned on the bedroom light, her heart beat uncontrollably.
The man leaned lazily on the sofa, his forearm resting on the armrest, his palm hanging naturally, a cigarette between his index and middle fingers flickering scarlet, and his long legs casually crossed.
Looking relaxed and contented.
There was a bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of him, with half a glass of wine left in the glass, and a few cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray.
Ling Zhen was completely wrong. It seemed that Tang Shuya had been back for some time.
This reminded her of when she was in junior high school and went out to play with her classmates. Her father set a curfew for her at 9 o'clock in the evening. When she returned home at 10 o'clock, her father was sitting in the dark living room waiting for her.
I still remember the fear and panic I felt at that time.
He raised his eyelids, glanced at her sideways, and said lazily, "Are you back?"
Ling Zhen's heart suddenly felt like it was hit by a fist, and his face turned pale.
"Well, I'm back."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes behind his frameless glasses.
"Just a few hours ago, what did I tell you? Do you remember?"
Ling Zhen's heartbeat began to chug, and even his voice became erratic. "I remember... I was about to take a taxi, and I happened to run into a few colleagues. They said they hadn't seen each other for a long time and wanted to get together or something..."
I didn't learn anything good from spending time with Tang Shuya, but I became more and more adept at lying.
Tang Shuya glanced at her intently through the shroud of white mist. The room was dim, and his half-closed brows were blurred by the mist rising from his fingertips, making his eyes look unpredictable. However, he raised his thin lips slightly, "Really?"
The voice is clear and the end of the tune carries a smile.
At times like this, the kinder his smile was, the angrier he was.
Ling Yuan lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to meet his gaze. Her palms were already slightly damp. "I was thinking, weren't you on a date? You definitely wouldn't be back so early. You said you'd come back to see me, but you didn't specify what time I should be back. I just didn't expect you to come back so early..."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, but Tang Shuya heard every word clearly.
Could it be that she is playing word games with him and taking advantage of him?
He suddenly smiled, his peach blossom eyes curved into a tiny arc. He put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray, clapped his hands together, and sighed softly, "Ling Zhen, I really underestimated you. You actually have the ability to speak so eloquently."
"According to what you said, I'm the one who's wrong. If I don't come back tonight, will you not come back either? Huh?"
The ending of his "Hmm?" was dragged out particularly long, which made it look both nonchalant and a little dangerous.
Ling Zhen looked up at Tang Shuya, a complicated expression flashing across his eyes. After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke: "Why are you like this? You're getting married soon, aren't you?"
Tang Shuya chuckled softly, as if he'd heard something funny, and whispered, "I was wondering why you've been so well behaved lately. So you were scheming? You didn't think I'd let you go just because I got married, did you?"
Ling Zhen's expression froze for a few seconds.
He frowned and looked at her, and when he noticed that she was deliberately avoiding his gaze, he knew that he was right.
He closed his eyes lightly, a faint smile still on his lips, his voice lazy and indifferent; "I advise you not to think too much, my marriage has nothing to do with you, and our relationship will not change. Just give up."
Ling Zhen's fingers, which were hanging on the side of her skirt, curled and clenched slightly. She raised her black and white eyes and stared at his handsome face. "This is unfair to your wife. After all, she is innocent."
Tang Shuya smiled, a carefree laugh. "You still have the mind to worry about others? Do you know what a family marriage is? It's all about profit, each taking what they need. There's nothing unfair about that."
"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Ling Zhen, I'm warning you. If you still have the thought of running away, I can't guarantee what I'll do. Understand?"
He was clearly smiling, but his eyes contained a chilling coldness that made people shudder.
Ling Zhen's body stiffened, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He lowered his head and replied, "I understand."
He looked at her, his eyes uncertain.
Today she wore a light apricot shirt single-breasted dress, which was slightly tightened at the waist, making her look thinner and her curves even more prominent.
Under the skirt is a pair of legs, well-proportioned, straight, slender, white and smooth.
With her long hair tied into a ponytail, she looks pure and beautiful.
Is it necessary to dress so beautifully for work?
He discovered it in the morning, but he didn't think much of it at the time. However, when he thought about her wearing this outfit to have dinner with a man or several men, he became more and more depressed.
A hint of anger could not help but appear on his face. He said two words in a calm tone, "Come here."
Ling Zhen suddenly looked up, but still walked over obediently and sat down beside him.
Tang Shuya leaned closer, his profile clearly defined in the light and shadow. He tilted his head and whispered in her ear, "Feed me some wine."
"With your mouth?"
Ling Zhen blurted out, and then felt that his question was stupid.
He lifted his eyelids, reached out, and gently stroked her lips with his thumb.
After a while, Ling Ru's lips turned bright red.
"What else? Where else do you want to use it?"
The husky voice was hopelessly sexy in such a night.
Ling Zhen's breath was choked and his face became hot.
She knew that he was angry, so she had to stroke his nerves and calm him down, otherwise he would do something shocking when he got angry.