Chapter 113 Are you happy?
Seeing Wen Baijing's hand getting closer and closer, Ye Zhenzhen quickly retracted her hand, smiled awkwardly, and said in a low voice: "It's a bright day under the clear sky..."
There were crowds of people outside the window and the cafe was also full.
She didn't dare behave too closely with Wen Baijing in public.
Wen Baijing didn't know whether he misunderstood her meaning or did it on purpose. He raised his eyebrows and said seriously, "Come with me to the parking lot."
The tone seems calm but carries a strong sense of finality.
Ye Zhenzhen's face was full of disbelief. She opened her lips slightly and wanted to explain but found herself unable to do so. She just felt that people coming and going here should not be too close.
What she meant was that it was not possible, but Wen Baijing misinterpreted it as meaning that intimacy was not suitable in a crowd and that they could just go to a private place.
Ye Zhenzhen covered her face with her hands, and an awkward voice leaked out from between her fingers: "That's not what I meant..."
In a crowded place, they chat about private matters without changing their expressions.
He looked calm and composed, and anyone who saw him would think he was talking seriously about work.
But he was clearly trying to abduct Ye Zhenzhen.
Gentle scum...
When the car's windshield rose, Ye Zhenzhen finally understood the emperor who was blinded by lust, and naturally he had no time to attend the morning court in the warm hibiscus tent.
Wen Baijing folded up the black work skirt and pushed it upwards with such skill that it was embarrassing.
The aloof and cool young man I met for the first time turned out to be a well-dressed...
The incessant honking of horns outside the car window obscured the beautiful scenery inside the car.
An unspeakable sound escaped from her lips. She had tried her best to restrain it, but later she could not hold it back anymore. Fortunately, Wen Baijing covered her lips to stop her voice from bursting and breaking.
Ye Zhenzhen took a long while to come back to her senses, and her breathing was still not steady. Her neatly tied hair was messed up, with strands of hair flying across her forehead.
She hurriedly straightened her clothes, and the blush on her cheeks, which had not yet faded away, became even more intense due to embarrassment.
On the other hand, Wen Baijing was dressed neatly and his tie was not messy at all.
Even the square cufflinks with gray-blue eagle-eye stone were not out of place.
Ye Zhenzhen glanced at his cufflinks and was a little confused. His hands just moved around and messed up everything. But he didn't even move his cufflinks.
How is it done?
Wen Baijing and Dama Zhang Fei sat in a comfortable and satisfied manner.
She was tidying up her clothes, and Wen Baijing turned to look at her with an especially gentle smile. When she was not paying attention, he mischievously pinched her hair net with two fingers, and hooked her middle finger, and her hair immediately fell down.
But in a flash, Ye Zhenzhen suddenly became discouraged.
She frowned and complained in mock anger: "Why are you so annoying! I still have to go back to work..."
"So dedicated." Wen Baijing looked at her with a half-smile, and teased her with a hint of meaning: "Who seduced me during work hours just now?"
It is somewhat unethical to sneak out of work and do something like this.
"How dare you make fun of me? It was obviously you..." Ye Zhenzhen was a little unconvinced.
It was obvious that he had bad intentions, but now he is crying "stop thief".
"What's wrong with me?" Wen Baijing gently pushed aside her hair, twisted her earlobe from time to time, and raised his voice slightly: "Don't you like it very much? If I hadn't blocked your mouth just now, maybe the security guards would be here by now..."
Ye Zhenzhen shut up instantly and pretended to be silent.
She had seen and experienced firsthand how eloquent Wen Baijing was.
"It's almost time to get off work. You can make up for the time lost today at work tomorrow." Wen Baijing put his arm around her shoulders and suggested that she make amends with good deeds.
Seeing that she didn't express her opinion, Wen Baijing leaned close to her ear, blowing the hair beside her ear with a faint breath, and reminded her kindly: "Stockings..."
Ye Zhenzhen looked around for a while, and then she realized that the stockings on her left leg were torn, from the Zusanli point all the way to the thigh.
The air conditioning in the mall was turned up very hot, so she wore thin stockings to work.
It was inappropriate to go back to the store with bare legs, and it was even more inappropriate to go back wearing stockings with holes. She disappeared for more than two hours. Anyone who is not a fool would know what happened. She was admitting guilt without being asked.
It was not possible not to go back to the store, as the coat and bag were also in the store. Asking Wen Baijing to get them or asking the store clerk to bring them down would not work.
After thinking for a long time, Ye Zhenzhen looked flattering and begged him with a flattering smile: "Can you help me buy some stockings? They're sold on the nearby pedestrian street."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed out the window. Fearing that Wen Baijing would disagree, he added, "It's very close. It won't take five minutes..."
Wen Baijing pointed at her forehead, his face full of helplessness, his voice rising a notch or two because of his anxiety, "Ye Zhenzhen, I'm a grown man, I'm going to buy stockings, what do you think? People will think I'm a pervert..."
Ye Zhenzhen blinked and coaxed him softly: "It's good enough that I know you're not a pervert, right?"
"..." Wen Baijing didn't expect her to say that and was speechless for a moment.
"That's good." Facing Wen Baijing, Ye Zhenzhen's IQ was online for once. She shook Wen Baijing's arm and continued to coax him: "After I get off work, I will go to the stocking store to clarify for you in person. Tell the people in the store that you are not a pervert, but you are buying stockings for me."
I don't know if it was because Wen Baijing was easily persuaded or because Ye Zhenzhen's coquetry worked, but Wen Baijing finally bought the stockings reluctantly.
Wen Baijing watched her put on stockings with interest, and asked uncomfortably: "Are uncle and aunt used to it? Don't you take time to take them out for a walk?"
"It will probably take some time to get used to it! The northwest is dry and cold, while Yuncheng is damp and cold." Ye Zhenzhen stretched out her right leg and slowly put on her stockings. "My parents won't leave until after the 15th, so I'll take two days to accompany them."
Wen Baijing asked softly, "Are you happy recently?"
Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a few seconds, then replied with a faint smile: "Happy! I haven't seen my parents for such a long time, of course I'm happy."
Wen Baijing smiled mischievously, "Just be happy."
Ye Zhenzhen leaned on his shoulder for a long time, and was reluctant to leave.
As docile and well-behaved as a silly white rabbit.
Wen Baijing held her hand with one hand and rubbed the back of her hand tenderly with the other.
Xia Tong called Ye Zhenzhen to urge her, saying that there were too many customers in the store and she was too busy.
Ye Zhenzhen then opened the car door and left. After taking a few steps, she couldn't help but look back. Wen Baijing lowered the car window and watched her leave.
...
That day, Ye Zhenzhen waited until eight or nine o'clock, when there were really no customers in the store, and she reluctantly changed into her casual clothes and went home.
She really didn't know how to face her parents, so she didn't take a taxi and just walked slowly on the road.
Thinking of what her mother said to her last night, she felt a little regretful and heartbroken.
She was a little reluctant to leave the neon-lit Yuncheng. She used to like the small bridges and flowing water in Jiangnan, but now Jiangnan has her favorite job and the person she loves.
How could she bear to leave?
How can I have the best of both worlds, without letting my family down and without letting my lover down?