Chapter 88 Pickled Dexian
"What do you want to eat tonight?"
Wen Baijing wiped his half-wet hair, came to her side in a bathrobe, supported his hand on her side, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
The bed was a little messy, and Ye Zhenzhen felt weak all over her body, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingertips.
He spoke weakly, his voice thin and light, "I haven't thought about it yet, what do you want to eat?"
"Me?" He lifted her chin meaningfully, his dark eyes falling on her lips.
There is some bad intention.
Realizing the deep meaning behind his words, Ye Zhenzhen suddenly opened her eyes wide and begged in a low voice: "I..."
Before she finished speaking, her hot palm stroked her fair calves.
The heart-pounding tremor made her, who was already weak, unable to muster up the strength to resist.
Ye Zhenzhen supported herself with both hands at her sides, subconsciously trying to avoid it. She felt very tired and just wanted to escape. Her calves were grabbed by strong arms, and somehow her heart was slightly moved.
Unable to break free, Ye Zhenzhen's voice softened unconsciously, "I'm really tired, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you..."
Wen Baijing was a little bit unconvinced, and raised his thick eyebrows, "Okay! I want to eat pickled pork with preserved vegetables, and..."
"Can we buy bamboo shoots in this season?" Ye Zhenzhen tilted her head to look at him and instinctively followed his words.
It doesn't feel like ordering food, but more like being deliberately made difficult.
"If you don't know how, why don't you come back to Guanlanju with me? Your refrigerator is empty. Aren't you afraid that I will starve?" Wen Baijing said, pinching her face lightly with his fingertips.
Seeing other options, Ye Zhenzhen was confused, "Okay! Let's go back to Guanlanju now."
Almost without thinking, he blurted out.
A barely perceptible smile flashed across his face, and he exerted force suddenly and pulled her calf.
Ye Zhenzhen was shocked, fearing that he would have the idea again, and hurriedly said, "Let's go back quickly, okay..."
The man loosened his hand and leaned over to look at her, as if he was going to eat her alive in the next second.
Those eyes were full of desire for conquest and plunder.
She immediately got up and ran to the bathroom in a panic, worried that if she was a second late she would have no way to escape.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she subconsciously looked at her neck. Fortunately, there was no mark. Being seen by outsiders was always a bit embarrassing, and she didn't want to be teased about such things.
When Ye Zhenzhen came to the living room dressed up neatly, Wen Baijing had his coat draped over his arms and it looked like he had been waiting for a while.
He walked towards her slowly and took her hand very naturally. She raised her head and looked at him without blinking, and ripples in her heart rippled.
When she returned to Guanlan Residence, the furnishings were the same as before, just as she remembered. It had been only half a month since she last left, but it felt like a year.
"Zhenzhen, are you here?" Aunt Sun took the clothes from the two with a smile, her voice very kind.
Ye Zhenzhen said, and walked straight to the kitchen, "Well, Aunt Sun, what are we having for dinner? Let me help you!"
The two of them were busy in the kitchen, chatting and laughing from time to time. She, who was not good at cooking, helped by washing vegetables and fruits.
Aunt Sun opened the lid of the casserole and looked at the soup inside. She mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally, "Zhenzhen, why haven't I seen you these days? When you are not around, Bai Jing often comes home drunk..."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen felt her breath catch.
My body froze in place and my heart ached.
She was speechless for a moment. It turned out that she was not the only one who was sad. If love could only be expressed with words, it would be too pale and poor.
Aunt Sun looked towards the living room and didn't see Wen Baijing. She was relieved and said in a low voice: "Zhenzhen, Baijing came home drunk that day and said he wanted to eat osmanthus cake, the osmanthus cake you made. I thought you two young people had a quarrel, and I wanted to look for you, but I didn't know where to find you..."
She pursed her lips, feeling mixed emotions for a moment.
"No..." She felt a little guilty, and seemed to be afraid that Aunt Sun would worry, so she said embarrassedly: "It's all over, it's okay."
It is said that Aunt Sun has taken care of Wen Baijing since he was a child and is very familiar with him. They have gotten along like a family over the years.
Every time, Ye Zhenzhen wanted to learn more about Wen Baijing from Aunt Sun, but was worried that Wen Baijing would be disgusted, so she never took the initiative to ask Aunt Sun. It was a matter of personal privacy, and if others did not take the initiative to tell, it would be too offensive to ask privately.
"What are you talking about?" Wen Baijing walked towards the kitchen and saw the two people chatting, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing." Ye Zhenzhen put away her emotions, smiled at him, and said mischievously: "I'm asking Aunt Sun to teach me how to make pickled pork with preserved vegetables..."
"Yes..." Aunt Sun repeated hurriedly. Then she said, "Are you hungry? The meal will be ready soon..."
Wen Baijing looked at Ye Zhenzhen and replied calmly, "It's okay. I'm not too hungry..."
I always feel that there is a double meaning in his words.
Ye Zhenzhen's face suddenly turned red, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only turn her back, not daring to continue looking at Wen Baijing.
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After dinner, Wen Baijing changed into his bathrobe and went to the study to do his work.
Ye Zhenzhen came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Just as she picked up her phone, there was a knock on the door.
She wrapped herself in a bathrobe, slipped on her slippers, and opened the bedroom door. "Auntie Sun, what's wrong?"
"Zhenzhen, I noticed that Bai Jing has been sleeping lately, so I made some calming tea for him. You can bring it to him!" Aunt Sun smiled and spoke gently.
"Okay..." Ye Zhenzhen nodded in response.
In the large flat, the background lights in the corridor emit a faint light, which is soft and warm.
She carefully held the soothing tea in her hand and stood at the door of the study. Pushing open the half-open door, a warm yellow light overflowed from the study.
Under the desk lamp, he was focused and immersed in his work, calm and charming.
Ye Zhenzhen walked slowly into the study, gently closed the door, held her breath, walked to the desk and put down the cup in her hand.
Her subtle movements were noticed by Wen Baijing. The man looked up at her and asked gently, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
Standing in front of the desk, she stared at Wen Baijing in a trance. The moment their eyes intertwined, her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
She was silent for a while, avoiding his gaze guiltily.
"Well... I'll go to bed soon..." She was a little at a loss and answered incoherently.
Wen Baijing pulled her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Sitting on the man's lap, her heart was beating fast.
Just as she was about to struggle to get up, a man's voice rang in her ears. He said gently, "Be good and sit on my lap. Stay with me in the study."
The tone was irresistible and strong.
She slowed her breathing and sat motionless, her body a little stiff.
The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes, staring at the computer screen, gradually shifted to her profile.
He moved his hands away from the keyboard and silently pulled the belt of her bathrobe, which slowly opened without her noticing.
"You..." Ye Zhenzhen's face flushed and her heart beat fast. Her waist was locked tightly and she couldn't stand up.
Knowing she couldn't get free, she gave up even the futile struggle.
Feeling her body shaky, she reached out for the desk, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of it as she swayed.
"You take care of the work first... okay..." Ye Zhenzhen's breathing gradually became unstable. She curled her toes tightly, and her slippers hung on her feet.
"It's the same if I deal with you first..." Wen Baijing's voice was hoarse, and his warm breath fell on the back of her neck and thin back.