Chapter 105 We Can Exchange
Zhai Yang knelt on Cui Jing's waist, hunched his back, and his strong body collapsed like a mountain. He pressed her lips more greedily, squeezing them against each other and deforming them. Her mouth couldn't close and she felt sour. Cui Jing found that her hands were released without her knowing when, and she regained her freedom.
She pushed him away and wanted to say something, but all the words that came out were unclear single syllables. She moved her hand only to be grabbed and pushed to the side again.
"Jingjing, you have to cooperate with me." Zhai Yang's lips rubbed against hers again, and his tongue traced the closed lips.
He should wake up sooner.
That way there wouldn't be so much uncertainty.
He held Cui Jing's hand and felt the uneven surface of her slender fingernails with rounded edges, as if wrapped in a circle of crystal amber. Her nails had grown longer. Normally, she would have made an appointment with Mrs. Chen to get them redone and have a spa treatment, and would not be back until the evening.
After washing her hair for an hour, she was so tired that she lay on the sofa and chose a movie as if her bones were broken. Her chest and above were all red. He sat on the single sofa next to her and rolled his hair. He looked up at the window and saw a tree outside.
Zhai Yang smiled only for a moment, then the smile disappeared. The diamond ring on her finger was cold and sharp.
Why am I wearing someone else's ring?
It's really a nuisance.
"Jingjing, can't we go back to our previous lives? Go shopping with Chen Shurong, and I won't bother you too much."
"Do not."
Cui Jing tried hard to open her eyes and break free from her half-asleep state. The dark room was empty and the moon outside the window was even quieter and hazier.
The lips were badly ravaged, there seemed to be bleeding spots under the lips, and the skin covering the lips seemed to have become thin and was about to break, and it was painful when touched.
"hiss!"
Her memory returned and she remembered what she had acquiesced to.
There is indeed no difference between Alpha and Teddy, but Teddy is much cuter than Alpha.
Cui Jing wiped the water off her lips with a cold face and asked, "Are you done?"
Zhai Yang's hoarse voice was calm. "Can you help me figure out what this symbol looks like?"
"Snapped--"
She slapped him.
Zhai Yang's head was hit and tilted to the side. She had slapped him without warning before when she was on the verge of collapse. Her eyes and body began to cry uncontrollably. Zhai Yang felt that he had made her so embarrassed, so it didn't matter if he was slapped a few times.
"We can exchange," Zhai Yang said after a struggle, "I'll help you, and then you help me."
"Snapped--"
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At daybreak, the housekeeper packed up and went to the beach to wait for a private yacht to deliver what Cui Jing wanted. Someone had told him long ago that the woman who was coming was Boss Zhai's destined wife and should not be neglected, but the housekeeper still disliked her very much.
He was sent to the island a week before Cui Jing came. When he arrived on the island, he began to update the soft furnishings of the main villa, silk bedding, silk curtains, hand-stitched lace veils, and a collection-level handmade silk carpet that was taken by private jet.
How delicate and extravagant this woman must be.
You deserve to be robbed.
The housekeeper, who used to be a storage manager, carefully carried the carpet that was supposed to be stored in the collection room with others, and rolled it to the side of the bed in the bedroom. When he turned around, he saw a young man in slippers at the door.
The man had a very cold temperament. He walked in and stared at the cloakroom in a daze. The next day, he brought a lot of processed nightgowns and stockings. Later, he found out that the man was Boss Zhai.
He seemed to have lost his soul after that.
Boss Zhai is such an excellent man, why would he do something illegal for a woman who doesn't like to listen to him? The housekeeper took a feather duster to sweep the dust on the escalator.
The island is big and empty. The villa is only three acres compared to the entire island. He is busy decorating and keeping it clean every day, like a sleeping castle waiting for a magical woman.
What the hell.
The woman was invited to the island one night. She had a cold face and was wrapped in Boss Zhai's coat. She spoke in a cold tone:
"Zhai Yang."
——Zhai Yang.
Only then did the housekeeper know Boss Zhai's full name.
After the housekeeper went to the beach to get some things, he started his daily cleaning at the appointed time. At half past eight, he brought a closed breakfast to the table. No one had appeared in the living room yet.
The butler knocked on the door gently:
"Ma'am, breakfast is ready."
Cui Jing's body functions were on the verge of collapse. All the movements around her were vague, the sound of footsteps, the sound of chairs being placed, and Zhai Yang's distant voice.
"Madam is still sleeping."
Zhai Yang went out and closed the door. The housekeeper didn't expect Zhai Yang to be inside, and he couldn't hide his surprise. Zhai Yang's naked shoulders and back were covered with blood marks left by fingernails, one after another, crisscrossing each other. He put on a bathrobe to cover up the marks.
This is a bit too intense.
The housekeeper felt sad and couldn't help but glance through the gap that had not yet closed. The curtains were drawn, the room was dark, and there was a bulge in the quilt on the bed.
I vaguely remember that when he came back yesterday, he seemed to hear some noise in the living room. Zhai Yang and she were not happy...
Why bother being a legal expert?
Just a woman.
"Don't disturb my wife." Zhai Yang's voice was hoarse and flat, as cold as ever. "Go clean up the room on the first floor."
The door in his hand closed with a slight click.
After the room returned to silence, Cui Jing was further pulled down by the heavy sleepiness.
The setting sun moved, and the projection of the clock in the house also moved. The light and shadow moved from one side to the other. When she woke up again, there was a man beside the chair shrouded in the afterglow, wearing a gray suit and a loose tie, looking cold in silence.
"You're awake." Zhai Yang put the annoying subordinate aside, "The doctor is treating his hand, don't worry. Xiao Wu promised not to pursue his brother's matter anymore."
Cui Jing folded her hands under the quilt. There was nothing on her fingers. The ring should have been taken off by Zhai Yang last night. She turned her head and looked at the familiar room. She vaguely remembered how she was carried up. Her body was clean enough.
She threw back the quilt and was about to get out of bed.
"Don't catch a cold." Zhai Yang held down her legs, put a long-sleeved shirt at the end of the bed on her, and took out a pair of socks from the drawer.
Cui Jing dodged for a moment. "I want to take a look at him."
She no longer concealed her purpose, and all her apparent "indifference" before agreeing to Zhai Yang was meaningless.
Zhai Yang didn't say much. He asked someone to transfer the call to Xue Yijie and handed the phone to Cui Jing.
Cui Jing didn't expect it to be so easy. She held the phone in her hand, and then her legs felt hot. Zhai Yang sat next to her and held her legs to put on stockings for her. Cui Jing pulled her legs but they didn't move. She turned the phone to avoid Zhai Yang's screen, because the phone on the other side was handed to Xue Yiji.
"Is your hand okay? What did the doctor say?" Cui Jing felt that her voice was too hoarse. She lowered her eyes and hoped that Xue Yijie would not say anything she shouldn't.
Xue Yijie was wearing a striped hospital gown, and he placed his phone on the bed. He put his head very close to the camera, and his hair was smoky and flying. Even with his face at such a low angle, the flesh on his face was not attracted by gravity, and his skin and bones were both excellent.
The voice was muffled: "My hands are very good."
"Are you going to eat the camera?" There were a few more tufts of hair on the camera, and Cui Jing's originally bad mood was not so bad anymore.
"Xue Yijie, don't lie to me. Is it really okay? Tell me, what does the doctor say I can recover to? "
Zhai Yang listened to her conversation with Xue Yijie, and carefully put on the other side of the stocking for her. He held the arch of her foot to adjust the front and back, inserted two fingers into the inner layer of the stocking to pull it up, and rubbed the back of his fingers against her smooth legs.
Zhai Yang's eyes were filled with strong aggression, and his face became flushed again.