Chapter 67

Jiang Weicheng was speechless, "You're off topic."

"You really are not jealous at all when you see me being with other girls?" But he just refused to let go of this topic.

Jiang Weicheng looked at him with his head tilted, and the young man leaned his elbow against the window ridge of the taxi, and his back of his hands supported his cheeks, looking at her with a slanted look.

The afternoon sun shone in from the car window behind him, and he was soaked in the golden orange light, his beautiful lips pursed, and his delicate eyebrows against the light clearly showed his current mood: dissatisfaction, displeasure, unhappiness.

His obsession with seeing her jealous is really helpless.

"Why are you jealous? In the photo, you just appear in the same picture, and it's not like that."

"What if I had a close relationship with other girls in the photo?" He frowned and approached her.

"What do you think?" She raised her eyebrows and warned him.

Her eyes were fierce, but Huo Xichen was happy again: "I don't want to say it, I want you to tell me."

"..." She wanted to say why you were so bored. What is there to say about such things that you were clearly clear. But when she got to his clear eyes and a soft and expectant smile, she suddenly didn't want to say this sentence that she wanted to argue with him.

I just want to coax him and see how happy he looks.

Her fingertips fell on his fair cheeks: "Besides me, remember to keep a distance from any opposite sex."

"What else?" He looked happy.

"..." She stroked the corner of his lips and continued: "If you go out to meet and have dinner with the opposite sex alone, you must report to me in advance."

"Yeah." He pressed her fingertips on his lips and kissed them a few times, "Is there any?"

"Also?" she smiled angrily, "Isn't satisfied yet? Then you can add some points yourself."

He grabbed her fingertips, lowered his head and rubbed it against the corner of her lips, then kissed it again, and said, "I'm reluctant to be satisfied."

One hour later, the apartment.

After watching Lu Keran's video online, Huo Xichen picked up the photo taken by Jiang Weicheng on the desktop, which was taken by him and Angel in the UK.

At that time, the other party had just confirmed his blood relationship with Qi Jiansheng, and An Qier bothered him almost every day.

He had never given her a good face. Even if the other party was a sister who was related to him, he was not interested in accompanying them to play this scene of recognizing their relatives.

But the colder he was, the more excited the other party became. Cold eyes or warnings were useless to her. So after a few times, he was too lazy to even express his rejection, and just treated her as a transparent person and ignored her directly.

She appeared for a long time, and then she probably was ignored too many times, and she felt bored, so she did not continue to come to him.

Huo Xichen frowned and meditated: "So, do you now suspect that the person who sent the photos to you was the same person who leaked the video online this time?"

"Not sure, after all, one is for me, and the other is for Lu Keran, and the goals are inconsistent."

Jiang Weicheng had just finished washing, changed into clean cotton home clothes, put the photo on the table, and then wiped his hair and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

His gaze moved with her, his eyes were still deeper.

The apartment was warm, and her home clothes were short and thin. She put down the towel and raised her hand to get coffee from the cabinet, revealing a piece of slender and soft waist, which was white and shiny.

He subconsciously slapped his lower lip, and after a moment, he remembered what he wanted to say: "Actually, the goals are not inconsistent."

Hearing this, she turned around and looked at him.

"Both things have something to do with you." He had already walked behind her, lowered his head and took the towel she had placed aside, and continued to wipe her hair.

"It's almost done." She pulled his hand and didn't pull it.

"Not yet." He wrapped her head with a towel, wiping it in a meticulous and patient manner, and when he wiped it, he would bow his head from time to time and kiss her on her face and eyes.

She was so itchy that he kissed her, and even the words she wanted to say were interrupted and stopped. She took a step back and tried to hide, and her lower back hit the upper desk.

"What's wrong?" He held her face and looked at her with his eyes down. "Are you dissatisfied with me just kissing your face and eyes? Here--"

He rubbed his fingertips against her lips while showing a bright smile, "I also want me to kiss you, right?"

Jiang Weicheng:...

This ability to talk to oneself is improving every day.

She wanted to open her mouth, but the tip of her tongue accidentally touched him pressing her lips. His slender and thick eyelashes moved lightly, and she sighed softly: "It's so cute..."

The ending of the last word disappeared between his falling lips.

He kissed her suddenly, or, not to say how suddenly it was.

These days, she knew his patience and suffering very clearly.

In fact, he did not press her on the door when he returned to the apartment, and she felt that he had made great progress. Even before kissing her, he used wipes his hair to cover up and ease.

But his emotions eventually lost control after touching the softness in her mouth.

The gentle kiss lasted for only two seconds, and his movements suddenly became intense, and the strong wind swept her, sweeping wildly. She was forced to raise her head, and was blocked by his rude movements so that she couldn't breathe smoothly.

He pinched her waist, and he easily put her on the table, grabbed the back of her head with one hand and continued to kiss her, and went up the waist with the other hand.

She clearly felt the chill on his fingertips, the force was a little heavy, which made her feel a little painful...

The young man leaned over with a tight and tense body, and the temperature was burning. The man had the fragrance of bath fluid on his body. He moved faster than her. When she was washing, he not only finished tidying up the luggage of the two of them, but also washed himself. He even sat at the table and analyzed the videos and photos seriously.

The tip of the tongue hurt slightly, it was his teeth. He deliberately bit her, as if he was blaming her for being inattentive...

When she turned around and pressed on the rigging table, she felt the chill of the marble countertop. The countertop was black and she could clearly see her reflection.

"Xiao Chen..." She protested against this place, but the words she wanted to say were interrupted by his actions-

She muttered, and the remaining voice was stuck in the throat. Her hair that had not yet dried scattered from her cheeks with his movements. She reached out to the table, trying to stay away from the cold and hard touch. However, because of this movement, she could see her expression clearly at the moment.

Jiang Weicheng's cheeks were instantly red, and the reflectivity of the black marble almost had the same effect as that of a mirror. She could clearly see her expression and appearance at this moment.

"Xiao Chen, Leng..." She spoke hard again, her tone shattered in the rhythm of the storm.

She didn't know if he heard it, but soon, his arm stretched out from behind her, hugged her with her arms, half lifted her up, and separated the cold table.

His arms are long and powerful, reliable, and warm.

But because of this action, she was completely blocked and imprisoned, without any support, and only her toes were left to touch the ground with difficulty, like a small boat in a storm, bumping up and down.

"Chengcheng..." He spoke with difficulty, his breath was unstable, and his clear voice, which was originally between the boy and the man, had completely silenced.

It seemed that the pain was finally relieved, as if it had been patient and expectation for too long, every time it was impossible to control it, without leaving any room for anything.

The surging tide flooded her senses, and her vision gradually lost its focus.

He bent down and hugged her tightly. His breath brushed against her ears, kissing her heavily, biting her slightly.

He spoke, breath and voice drilled into her ears: "Chengcheng, you are so warm..."

A subtle sound leaked from her lips and teeth, as if it was the most moving tone.

...

Huo Xichen's feedback may be late, but it will definitely not be reduced in slightest.

As soon as he thought of all the things she did to him before escaping from the room that day, he couldn't stop.

Once, he took her into the room.

This time, she didn't say anything to stop her, but this time she had exhausted her physical strength.

But she knew him and after enduring so many days, she could not get full at once. Instead of being in a uncomfortable place, it would be better to choose a place where you can lie down well.

...

Because of this interruption, they did not continue to study the video and photos.

In fact, they can't do anything at the moment, especially the photos, which should be checked. She checked them last time and had no clue at all.

As for Lu Keran, all the information related to Jiang Weicheng or Cheng Studio has been covered up, and no matter how many scoldings there are on the Internet, they have nothing to do with her.

In fact, Jiang Weicheng vaguely had his own guesses about the third person behind the scenes. As Huo Xichen said, both things were related to her.

But just speculation, she was not sure, because she didn't really believe that so long had passed, and that person would still be obsessed with something and refused to let go.

****

In the last few days of spring break, they spent the farm in Zhou Yao's father's farm.

The reason for this farmhouse was that Huo Xichen won a considerable prize at the National Entrepreneurship Competition. His several award-winning experiences finally made him a little famous in the industry. When the winning works were exhibited in the next few days, several people contacted him one after another and expressed that they wanted to order his paintings.

Among them, there are enterprises, business, and personal collections.

Seeing this, the organizer of Guoen found Huo Xichen alone and expressed his willingness to prepare a personal art exhibition for him. They bear all the costs of the art exhibition. Of course, they will deduct part of the commission from the works sold from this art exhibition.

In their opinion, whether he has won various awards before or his beautiful face, he has enough packaging value.

Because it was just a single cooperation, Huo Xichen agreed and signed a contract with the other party.

This art exhibition means a qualitative change for him, not only the painting itself, but also the income that can be obtained by painting.

Huo Xichen said that in order to celebrate, he wanted to take her on a trip and spend the bonus he just received.

But there are only a few days left in spring break, and the studio is about to prepare for a spring outfit show after the holiday. Jiang Weicheng can't walk for too long. Finally, the two agreed to go on vacation nearby this summer. She will have to spare half a month to travel with him.

Finally, because Zhou Yao happened to call Jiang Weicheng and said she wanted to get together, the resort became a farm.

The last time she and Huo Xichen came here, it was because Zhou Yaosheng that invited classmates from college to celebrate. That time they met He Wen and Lu Keran here.
To be continued...