Chapter 135 Husband's white moonlight likes me (35)

  Jiao Yang left too hastily, and didn't hear much of his words.

  Sheng Jia took the initiative to catch up again, but Zhao Tianman stopped him: "Brother, don't bother your sister and brother-in-law, they spend less time together."

  Sheng Jia looked at their backs with red eyes, bit her lips, and finally sat down slowly.

   After Jiaoyang got into the car, she slowly leaned towards Zhou Zixiu, caressed him with the legs that Zhou Jingyao had stroked just now, and leaned her lips little by little, kissing the corner of his mouth.

  Zhou Zixiu stared at the coquettish and charming woman beside him expressionlessly, his body didn't move, he didn't react at all, but he didn't avoid it either: "Are you drunk?"

  Hearing his voice, Jiao Yang stopped as if she had woken up suddenly, and looked at him with a smile, without any embarrassment on her face.

   "I think I'm drunk, indeed, a little dizzy."

  Zhou Zixiu nodded, and looked at her for a while: "Then sit down and calm down."

  Jiao Yang couldn't help holding her face, laughed out loud, and looked at the man who could no longer be called "incomprehensible style".

  Zhou Zixiu frowned, feeling puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

   "I'm laughing, so you are the real Liu Xiahui."

  Jiaoyang looked at him with a smile: "People who don't know will still doubt whether you are not good enough."

  After returning home, Jiao Yang had a strange dream. In the dream, a man controlled her and did various shy and shameful things. She couldn't see the man's face clearly, her eyes seemed to be unable to open, she struggled and breathed like a fish, and gradually lost her strength in the end.

  In the dream, he seemed to be considering and restraining something, and they didn't make it to the last step.

  Woke up from the dream, Jiao Yang opened his eyes, and then turned on the bedside lamp. There was no one in the empty room, the sheets were all good, and the pajamas were well put on.

  In an instant, a feeling of emptiness and bewilderment came from my heart.

  Thinking of the scene that happened during the day, Jiaoyang angrily took off the pillow from the back of Jiang's head and threw it on the ground.

   "Damn Zhou Jingyao, **** Zhou Zixiu."

  Jiaoyang throws whatever she gets. Just as she got the phone and was about to throw it on the ground again, she thought about it and turned on the phone. I found a phone number and dialed it, and was connected within a few seconds.

   "Where are you?" A questioning tone.

  Zhou Zixiu was a little puzzled, the surrounding scene was exactly the scene of the company.

   "I'm at the company. I may have to work overtime today. Didn't I tell you?" It's so strange, they are just a fake couple on the surface, and there is no need to tell her, but Zhou Zixiu still told her.

   The specific reason, he himself is not clear.

   "Okay, I see."

  Jiao Yang rubbed her temples a little irritably, then hung up the phone.

  Zhou Zixiu felt even more baffled, stared at the phone for a while, and then dialed a number named "Secretary Ran".

   "I'm working overtime today, come here and get some coffee. Remember, add milk, not sugar."

  The female voice on the other end of the phone was calm: "Yes."

  "Ran Yan" was in the same company as him, and within five minutes, she came in with a coffee. She was wearing a black and white professional attire, and a hang tag belonging to the company's employees was hung around her neck.

   It's just her professional attire. Instead of making people feel restrained, it also makes people feel fresh and exciting from another angle. The already loose clothing also made her slender, like a child who has stolen an adult's clothes.

"boss."

  "Ran Yan" came in with a coffee without knocking, put it down on the table in front of him wisely, then sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around the man's neck.

  Zhou Zixiu is a man who handles affairs rigorously and pays attention to rules, but he has no intention of blaming her for coming in without knocking. Instead, he squints his eyes and pays attention to another detail.

   "Why so long."

  "Ran Yan" pouted her mouth coquettishly: "It's the coffee the boss wants, of course I have to prepare it carefully before bringing it over, so as not to be scolded by you."

  Zhou Zixiu didn't speak, and continued to look up, staring at her for a while. The little girl's body is now sitting on his lap, with his arms around his head and neck, and his hands are around her waist, firmly controlling her whole body in his arms.

   This is the difference between Ran Yan and Sheng Jiaoyang. Ran Yan is a young girl who has little experience in the world and is somewhat utilitarian.

  As for Sheng Jiaoyang, he always had a mocking smile on his face that was incomprehensible, or a mocking expression that was moody.

  Zhou Zixiu continued to stare at her, and said, "How could I blame you?"

  "Ran Yan" pursed her lips, and handed over the coffee coquettishly: "Boss, the current temperature is just right for drinking, and it will be cold later."

  Zhou Zixiu smiled, looked at her for a while, picked it up and took a sip meaningfully, then put it down again.

  During this process, she lowered her head shyly.

  Zhou Zixiu pointed in that direction: "Take off your clothes and lie down there, and then don't say a word or make a sound."

  "Ran Yan" froze for a moment, then nodded, obediently obeying.

  She lay on the bed, waiting for Zhou Zixiu over there to swallow his last sip of coffee, and then came to her.

  Zhou Zixiu is looking for the feeling he wants, and on the other side, Jiaoyang is also looking for the feeling she wants.

  The small body is curled up against the window sill, the neck is slightly raised, still feeling that something is missing.

  Finding the phone with trembling fingers, he called a familiar number: "Hey, Ji Nan, can you come over?"

  In such a state, Jiaoyang couldn't go to find him anymore, so she simply boldly asked him to come directly to the house.

  Ji Nan listened to the address she gave, nodded and prepared to rush over, but heard something wrong in her voice, "Jiao Yang, what's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

   "I'm drunk." Jiao Yang said hastily and perfunctorily, then hung up the phone.

  She figured it out, and saying that being drunk is really a versatile contingency method.

   Ji Nan nodded puzzled.

   After arriving here, Jiao Yang followed Zhou Jingyao's experience in the afternoon, and put his hands on her lap in a similar manner.

   "That's it, and come up. Well, that's it."

   "Don't shout and don't talk."

  Jiao Yang At noon the next day, Jiao Yang got up from the bed and stretched. It's all over, and I feel satisfied, but I can't say where I feel dissatisfied.

  She frowned, stroked her chin and thought about it carefully for a while, then angrily threw her mobile phone at Ji Nan who was still sleeping beside her.

  The other party rubbed his head in a daze.

   "Didn't it tell you not to make a sound?"

  The well-created atmosphere was completely destroyed by his voice.

  (end of this chapter)