After being discharged from the hospital, Ye Wudao, under the arrangement of Yang Ningbing, wanted to live in a secluded courtyard, but was "incited and bewitched" by Yan Qingwu and moved into her elegant courtyard. Now, in a courtyard like Beijing, the value of a courtyard is far greater than that of a villa. Yang Ningbing also has to go to the party school to study at this time, so she will give her son to the Yan family woman whom she has not met yet.

The courtyard house carefully arranged by Yan Qingwu is indeed elegant and unparalleled, especially the small pool is the finishing touch, making the whole room full of spirituality. Then Yan Qingwu saw this bastard bringing a stool, holding a fishing rod and crossing her legs to catch the crucian carp she carefully raised, she wished she could chop it into meat sauce and feed the fish.

In fact, Ye Wudao's injuries were no longer serious after being discharged from the hospital. However, in order to stimulate Yan Qingwu's maximum "motherhood", he has been pretending to be dead these days. Fortunately, he did not do anything like sneaking into the room when he was sleeping in the room at night. Ye Wudao is going to Wen Qingqin's house to teach this girl's piano today, and he must make up for the class he owed to Nangong Fenghua's previous Nangong Nianhua.

"You want to go out?" Yan Qingwu put the French version of the book (global history) into the bookshelf.

"Well, I promised me to teach a student piano lessons for a few days, and it would be unreasonable if I didn't go." Ye Wudao smiled, thinking that he would eat this beauty when he was all cured. Thinking that if he could take Yan Qingwu with his big belly to the Yan family, his smile would be quite obscene.

"It's probably because I want to get close to the water tower and get to the moon first, right?" Yan Qingwu said with a word. She was so angry that she didn't have such an idea that she was so angry when she saw the lewd smile on Ye Wudao's face.

"There is no better person to know me than Qingwu!" Ye Wudao did not retreat but advanced. This is the difference between ordinary masters in love and top masters.

The soft face quickly turned cold, Yan Qingwu picked up Ruomini's "Introduction to the Art of War", but Ye Wudao hugged her. Her hands also lifted up her beautifully cut lace shirt, and then quickly occupied her pair of her delicate breasts highlighted by the shirt. Now he was really becoming more and more unrestrained. Yan Qingwu, who wanted to be angry, sighed. He let him play with his breasts freely, who made him a patient now?

"Qingwu, have you been to heaven and earth?" Ye Wudao said gently, biting Yan Qingwu's earlobe. He liked her sensitivity. The earlobe was her sensitive area. The round and jade-like earlobes felt a unique taste in her mouth, especially when her body trembled as if she was begging for mercy and made him even more excited.

"I haven't even been to Gongyuan. Do you think I've been to that kind of place?" Yan Qingwu said angrily, twisting her body and dodging Ye Wudao's teasing. After putting the book back on the bookshelf, she only pressed down his claws that seemed to want to be in high hopes for An Lushan. In the daytime, her upper body was already the limit she could bear.

"Take you to open your eyes tonight?" Ye Wudao teased.

"Don't go!" Yan Qingwu insisted on the railway. If she hadn't taken care of this "patient" who was more lively than ordinary people, she would have gone to the laboratory of Tsinghua University to conduct the next stage of research.

"I really won't go?" Ye Wudao, who had been defeated repeatedly, had to transfer his hands to the position and rage upwards. Finally, he gently lifted up his underwear and held the pair of tender breasts. The beautiful touch made his lower body move. Yan Qingwu, who was facing his back to him, could know what dirty things he was thinking about in a moment.

"Don't go." This time, his tone seemed to fade a little.

"Then I'm unscrupulous." Ye Wudao acted hard to get, and to lure the angels into depravity, it always took some bait to lure them. However, it doesn't matter whether Yan Qingwu went to heaven or earth. Because he went to this hot club this time, it was a mess. It was a mess. Tan Hui's resignation was all done by him. If someone asked him to pick the fruit, it would be a waste of money.

"Go and go. Even though you know you are provoking or bullying!" Yan Qingwu gently stepped on Ye Wudao, almost negligible, while Ye Wudao "repays" and pinched a tender handful of tenderness, causing Yan Qingwu to burst into a blushing panting. After all, she was still a virgin, so how could she withstand Ye Wudao's teasing?

"I want to desecrate Qingwu's little feet tonight~" Ye Wudao smiled evilly and escaped from the courtyard.

Yan Qingwu made a face at the childish gate, walked to the sandalwood chair where he was sitting, and saw the book "Peking Opera Master". The corners of his mouth curled up with a light curve. Why doesn't this man like to keep gentleness on his lips? But this is good, otherwise he will have a real headache.

Ye Wudao drove the sports car to Xiangshan Community and entered the Wen family villa. The scene that caught his eye almost broke down. Wen Qingqin, who was still wearing two braids, was holding a black bulging into the mouth of the green lizard. Seeing Ye Wudao arrive, Wen Qingqin gave up ravaging the poor green lizard, stood up and ran to Ye Wudao, and seemed to have forgotten that she was still holding the pet in her hand. As a result, with a swing of her hand, the green lizard slid out a graceful and gorgeous arc in the air, pressing against the wall.

horrible.

Ye Wudao, who swallowed, could only ignore the tragic experience of the green lizard and smiled at the girl, "You can practice the piano."

"Sister Muxi said she was coming later. Have you been with her? Otherwise, why would she like to stick to you so much and you can't figure it out." Wen Qingqin sighed with her little head tilted.

"Which one passed after that?" Ye Wudao said with a crazy sweat, his smile was quite awkward, and it felt like "When a father was hesitant and wanted to explain some basic knowledge to his son, the son generously told his father, "Dad, I can teach you whatever you want."

"Tsk, you're still a virgin now, right?" Wen Qingqin stared at Ye Wudao as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Qingqin, what are you talking nonsense? Practice the piano." Nangong Fenghua, who was walking down the stairs, frowned, and then he cleared the siege for Ye Wudao.

When a woman has the appearance of a vase and her talent, it is difficult not to attract attention. Today, Nangong Fenghua wore a white sweater on her upper body, and the exquisite pattern at her waist highlighted the round lines. Her waist looked thinner, and the peacock tassel skirt cleverly embellished her graceful and lazy temperament.

"The piano is not only an emperor's toy, but also a cheap hotel and a port brothel. Brahms used to be a waiter on such occasions; he was both a confidant in the boudoir of a well-educated girl. He was also a bait to seduce a noble lady..."

Ye Wudao still exercised Wen Qingqin's technique this time, and did not let her recite the scores blindly. He leaned against the piano and closed his eyes and made some remarks from time to time, which made Nangong Fenghua, not far away, blush. Wen Qingqin became very well-behaved after he was involved, and she was not as weird as usual.

After Li Muxi came to the Wen family villa, she sat quietly beside Nangong Fenghua. Nangong Fenghua also helped her peel a pineapple and handed it to her. This girl likes to eat pineapple like this, which really made Nangong Fenghua laugh a little. Looking at Li Muxi's obsessed eyes looking at Ye Wudao. Her eyes were lazily leaning on the sofa, holding her cheeks, she was such a tasteful man.

However, Li Muxi suddenly received a call from Li Lin. She hurriedly left the villa and had been with Ye Wudao for a long time. Li Muxi understood that the most important thing for a girl is to wait. She knew that she did not have the appearance of Yan Qingwu or the family background like Zhao Qingsi. She wanted to do it and wait obediently. That's all.

When the light and sharp back left the villa, Ye Wudao slowly opened his eyes, feeling a little distressed. He was relieved at random. Mu Xi still had such a long way to go. If it was too smooth, this relationship would not stand the time of contemplation and teasing of life.

After helping Wen Qingqin correct some details, he walked into the classical hall. Speaking of which, Situ Shangxuan was also the mastermind behind the first piano maker of the Medeci family in Florence, Italy, and this godfather's piano attainments were also quite extraordinary.

"Drink tea or coffee?" Nangong Fenghua smiled softly, which reminded Ye Wudao of Su Xishui. She was also so graceful, but Nangong Fenghua became more mature and charming, while Su Xishui became more pure.

"Coffee." Ye Wudao subconsciously, the one who made tea for him must be his own woman.

"Then you have to wait." Nangong Fenghua smiled sweetly.

"You're going to grind yourself?" Ye Wudao said curiously.

"Of course, otherwise coffee would not be considered real coffee. It seems that today's petty bourgeoisie advocates this sentence - 'I'm not in a cafe, I'm on the way to a cafe', but it's not."

Nangong Fenghua stood up and said softly, with a feeling of indescribable laziness in his voice, "If you are impatient, you can watch me grind coffee."

Ye Wudao naturally couldn't find it. It takes enough capital and emotional intelligence to play affair with such a woman, just like Li Lin.

Ye Wudao, who was following Nangong Fenghua, stared at her slightly thin body, but found that her buttocks were extremely attractive. If this slender waist could have enough flexibility, it would be a supreme enjoyment on the bed.

Nangong Fenghua turned around intentionally or unintentionally, while Ye Wudao quickly returned to his normal expression. Although Ye Wudao was confident, the beauty's eyes were always a bit of abusive and playful.

"Now young girls like to drink coke and juice as water, and some even like to drink alcohol. In my opinion, this does not seem to be elegant. Rebellious things will not become classics. At most, they will just grab a temporary glory. Elegance is like this coffee. From picking to grinding, to becoming a liquid in a cup, its birth is by no means achieved overnight." Nangong Fenghua, who grinded coffee, said calmly.

"Indeed, how can people talk about elegance without accumulation and precipitation? Men cannot be said to be mature without scheming, and women can only be vases without internal wetness." Ye Wudao nodded and leaned against the door.

"You are very mature." Nangong Fenghua smiled, very sincere, nothing that makes people look graceful.

"You are also very elegant." Ye Wudao touched his nose and smiled.

Nangong Fenghua, who turned his back to Ye Wudao, smiled gently, grinding coffee beans without any rush, without any **.

Ye Wudao touched his chin. This posture, the back insertion style should be good.

Holding the cup of steaming fragrant coffee, Ye Wudao returned to the hall and let Wen Qingqin take a break. The girl told Nangong Fenghua that she was going to find Sister Mu Xi, so she dragged the reluctant green lizard out of the villa. It was not as wrapped as Wen Qingqin like a rice dumpling. Ye Wudao was sighing that this thing with a stronger vitality than Xiaoqiang may be more invincible than the "Heavenly Dragon" of Zen Jiaposa, and asked casually: "What is the name of that lizard?"

"Xiaoqiang, Qingqin called it Xiaoqiang." Nangong Fenghua smiled, with all kinds of charm.

Ye Wudao shook his head, he was really invincible. He seemed casual and had been observing Nangong Fenghua's subtle behavior, such as the inclination of his legs. From a psychological point of view, he could test the woman's acceptance of you. What disappointed and puzzled Ye Wudao was that Nangong Fenghua, who was in a harmonious manner, was always wary of him.

After Wen Qingqin came back on time, Ye Wudao spent another hour and a half explaining her the most basic fingering method, dripping water wears away the stone. Although it would be a bit suspicious of making a big deal at the beginning, Ye Wudao believed that Wen Qingqin would find that she would benefit a lot in the future. When he was young, Murong Xuehen was so distressed that he could play chess and calligraphy. However, she had to sit in front of the piano and play for half a day.

It happened to be noon when he returned to Yan Qingwu's courtyard. Ye Wudao proposed to go to Tanglang for dinner. He originally wanted to find a clean place to go to the restaurant. Yan Qingwu couldn't stand Ye Wudao's perseverance and could only accompany him into the extremely show-off sports car, but she was not surprised even if Ye Wudao drove a Rolls-Royce Silver Meme.

Ancient China, the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

It is very cold in Beijing. Afternoons with sun, it is often the softest scene of the day. Snuggling lazily on the sofa with a cup of tea or coffee. Then wrapping it in the sun may be a more popular enjoyment posture in the city. Tanglang is a very Chinese-style conception, which is different from the Western luxury of the Shiluochi Crystal Restaurant owned by Ye Wudao. The owner with a strong Chinese complex brought in all the old furniture and antique treasures he collected, and the hollow pear blossom and wood screen permeates a rich classical mood.

Anyway, it is indeed suitable for couples.

"Have you been here?" Yan Qingwu sat down and ordered the dishes, and was immediately full of murderous intentions.

"No, the first time I'm here. Look, I'm giving you another first time." Ye Wudao patted the chair beside her and signaled her not to sit opposite her.

"Do you have many firsts with me and given them in my hands? Why don't I know?" Yan Qingwu hesitated and sat next to Ye Wudao. Because she chose a seat near the floor-to-ceiling window, Yan Qingwu chose to sit on the chair beside the window. When she heard the first time, she felt a little sad, this bad guy. But she almost captured all her first time domineeringly.

"Want to hear?" Ye Wudao smiled at Yan Qingwu, who held his cheeks and stared at him. He was still very confident about his smile. Regarding this, Ye Hetu and Yang Ningsu both gave "cautious praise and recognition".

Yan Qingwu stared at this man quietly, with a faint warmth in her heart. The warmth that lingers in her heart makes her just want to rest without thinking. She finally understood why women are heroic tombs. In fact, the truth is the same as the abundant gentle springs that are easily trapped in life. After a woman has love, she will also become lazy. In the past, she only thought about scientific research projects. Now she hopes to be dazed without doing anything.

Perhaps, when humans get rid of the minimum survival dilemma, love becomes the biggest obstacle to the wheel of history.

Yan Qingwu murmured, perhaps, in order to prevent humans from building the Babylonian Tower, God not only invented language, but also deliberately planted the seeds of love.

"I'll tell you a kiss." Ye Wudao knew that Yan Qingwu would be acquiesce unless he refused very firmly.

"No." Yan Qingwu, wrapped in sunshine, said softly.

"Don't you kiss?" Ye Wudao said with a wicked smile.

Yan Qingwu was a little nervous. She was really afraid that this guy would do something extraordinary in Tanglang.

Yan Qingwu, who originally wanted to kiss her cheek casually, did not expect that he would kiss her mouth. Then her tongue penetrated into her soft mouth. She caught her off guard and could only pat Ye Wudao's shoulder. She had seen many diners gazes with stunning and playful eyes. Most people who eat in such places would not have the look that can kill the protagonist like in the novel, and the keyword is low-key and restrained.

Although Ye Wudao is lustful, he is not as strong as the sequel to the stage of a sequel drama here. After letting go of Yan Qingwu, he naturally aroused her anger. However, this kind of charm that is different from the cold and arrogant is much more delicious in Ye Wudao's eyes than the dishes that are about to be served.

Yan Qingwu knew that this guy had thick skin, so he didn't waste his saliva and focused on eating the exquisite dishes he had served. Shark fin bird's nest is no longer a rare thing now, and Yan Qingwu didn't have the cheapest food to order these things. She ate the traditional roast duck and beef tiled mushrooms from Beijing. She looked at Ye Wudao who seemed to be in deep thought and said curiously: "What's wrong, don't you like the dishes I ordered?"

"I'm wondering what kind of person I am." Ye Wudao sighed, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of torn roast duck.

"A gentleman reflects on himself every day and knows how to reflect on himself is a good thing."

Yan Qingwu joked, but there was a deep worry in her tone. Since she knew that Ye Wudao was seriously injured that night, she would have nightmares every night. In other words, Yan Qingwu has been insomnia during this period. Seeing that Ye Wudao's expression still had not improved, she reached out to pinch his cheek, pouted her mouth and pretended to be angry and cute: "Why is the mother-in-law like a woman? This is not the man I remember."

"Yeah, I decided."

Ye Wudao touched his chin with deep eyes and threw a sentence that made Yan Qingwu want to throw him out of Tanglang, "I will fight for it three times tonight."

After lunch at Tanglang, Ye Wudao sent Yan Qingwu back to Siheyuan. Han Yun was busy with a seminar during this period, and Ye Wudao didn't want to tell her about his injury. He came to Li Danyue's community. The girl was holding the black cat for German translation, and there were French books on the coffee table. It seemed that for her, the college entrance examination was just a procedure to obtain a foreign language certificate for entering Beijing.

Ye Wudao did not disturb Li Danyue's study and then went to Gou Ling's community. After her sister died, her job was not going smoothly. The Zhonggu Group founded by her sister was almost broken by several veterans in the company. Many people had the idea of ​​taking away a group of backbones and establishing their own businesses.

At this moment, Ye Wudao transferred Zhao Yunyang, a general in China's fast food, to Beijing to help Gou Ling take charge of the Zhonggu Group. With this "airborne soldier", Zhonggu barely developed normally, while Gou Ling desperately integrated into the company process. Fortunately, her major is finance, and she can achieve twice the result with half the effort when doing things. However, after all, she is just a rookie to the group of workplace fried dough sticks. If she wants to establish her prestige, she needs to be slowly honed.

Gou Ling's parents died early, and only she and her sister depended on each other. Now the luxurious building is empty and there is no anger at all. Gou Ling, who is holding his sister's photo frame, finally shines slightly when he sees Ye Wudao. Gou Ling, who originally wanted to make tea, suddenly found that there is no tea. He had to give Ye Wudao awkwardly a cup of boiled water.

"Are you still adapting to the work of the company?" Ye Wudao asked casually, holding the cup of boiled water.

"Fortunately, because Manager Zhao is here, you can ask him if you don't understand." Gou Ling sat in the corner of the sofa. Ye Wudao's impression had long been set and imprinted into the deepest part of her soul. He was evil and dark, looking down on all living beings, and the cold and disdainful smile on the corner of her mouth. Although the "prince" now did not deliberately show her attitude, she had already determined her humility in front of him.

Normal people who are influenced by democracy and equality cannot feel the humility of Gou Ling from the bottom of their bones.

"Have you heard of the Heavenly World Club?" Ye Wudao took a sip of boiling water.

Gou Ling nodded, wondering why Ye Wudao asked this.

"Does I do whatever I ask you to do?" Ye Wudao leaned on the sofa, put down the teacup, and looked at Gou Ling with a smile.

Ji Ling nodded vigorously.

"What if I asked you to be a prostitute?" Ye Wudao was entertaining.

Gou Ling's face was pale, staring at Ye Wudao in a daze, his eyes were as dull as silent again, and a wry smile was involved. "My life belongs to the prince, and it's no big deal to be a prostitute."

"Awaiting me at the Heavenly World Club Department at 7 o'clock tonight."
To be continued...