The live-in nanny had been waiting nearby and immediately came up enthusiastically:
"Ji Sheng is a guest after all. How can we trouble him? I'll just send the lady back to her room to rest."
"No."
Zhou Yi spoke before Ji Bu and stopped the live-in nanny: "Just go and do your business. Just have Abu here."
That look in his eyes seemed to suggest that he had no eyesight at all.
"All right."
The live-in nanny showed an aggrieved expression, retracted her outstretched hand, and pushed it down silently.
"Go up to the second floor, and the first room on the right is Amei's."
Zhou Yi smiled like an old mother and looked at Ji Bu with a smile: "You must take good care of her."
"I watched Ajun grow up, and I know her best. She is very dishonest when sleeping and loves to kick the quilt."
"What are you still doing?"
Lin Kun rolled his eyes angrily: "Send Ajun up quickly. I have to take care of your sister-in-law. How can I have time to take care of this little girl?"
Said.
He stood up and held Zhou Yi's arm to help her stand up: "Let's go, let's go back to the room to wash up and go to bed."
The two couples sang in harmony and gave Ji Bu no chance to refuse.
"..."
Ji Bu opened his mouth and looked at Lin Kun and his wife who had already stood up to leave. He didn't say anything. He could only reach out and pull Ajun's arm, trying to help her up:
"Ajun, let's go and go upstairs to the room to sleep."
"Hmm"
Ajun replied with hazy eyes, her whole body feeling limp.
Seeing that he couldn't help her up, Ji Bu could only put his arms around her slender waist, lift her up, and walk up the stairs.
Ajun has a perfectly proportioned waist without any excess fat, and her flat lower abdomen feels unusually warm when pressed with her palms.
Go upstairs along the stairs.
Following Zhou Yi's guidance, Ji Bu opened the door of the first room on the right and turned on the light.
When the door opened, a faint fragrance came from the shop. It should be that there were some aromatherapy-like ornaments in the room.
The room has a large space and is in a simple style, similar to the design of a suite. The small office area, bathroom and cloakroom are just as good.
"call."
Ji Bu sent Ajun to the bed. First he breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his breathing. Then he held her calf and helped her pull off her shoes.
The black stockings wrapped around the slender long legs are soft to the touch, making people want to rub them more.
At close range.
You can faintly see the flesh color inside through the holes in the stockings.
Ajun was lying on the bed, with her right leg slightly bent, and her graceful body curves clearly visible.
After Ajun was settled, Ji Bu got up and brought a glass of water, placed it on the bedside table, and then prepared to leave.
"Abu."
Ajun suddenly sat up from the bed, put his arms around Jibu's shoulders and pulled him in front of her, looking at him with half-open eyes drunkenly:
"Are you leaving?"
at this time.
The distance between the two people was only three or four centimeters, very close, and they could clearly see the pores on each other's faces.
When Ajun was talking, the hot air hit Ji Bu's face, which was warm and mixed with a faint smell of red wine.
Looking at it from this angle, the halo of the ambient light on the bedside behind her just falls on Ajun's body, which makes her look quite charming.
"Um."
Ji Bu nodded, reached out and took off Ajun's hand from around his neck: "You drank too much, it's time to go to bed."
"No, don't leave."
Ajun's tone suddenly became louder, and she put her arms around Ji Bu's neck to prevent him from letting go: "I didn't drink too much, and I'm not drunk either."
Said.
She leaned her head forward and kissed Ji Bu with her elastic lips. The touch was soft and her breathing became rapid.
"Hmm"
"You drank too much."
Ji Bu reached out and pushed her away: "Stop making trouble and sleep well."
"No."
Ajun hugged him tightly and murmured: "Why, you know that I like you so much, why don't you respond to me."
"You know, today is the first time you gave me a gift. I'm really happy, very, very happy, really."
She looked at Ji Bu and murmured, "I really like you."
Ji Bu looked at her and said nothing.
"Abu."
Ajun suddenly reached out and grabbed Ji Bu's palm and pressed it on her thigh, biting her lip as if she mustered up a lot of courage: "Love me, okay."
"You're drunk!"
Ji Bu gritted his teeth, looked at Ajun's condition, pushed her away with his backhand, picked her up, carried her to the bathroom, and put her into the bathtub.
"Crash."
The shower head sprayed out a curtain of water, washing over Ajun's body, covering her whole body.
Under the cold water pouring on her face, Ajun gradually woke up and shook her head to avoid the oncoming water mist.
Ji Bu threw away the shower head and stood there.
Ajun was sitting in the bathtub, the blush on her face had not dissipated, just looking at him.
The two looked at each other.
It took a while.
Ajun looked straight at him, her mouth slightly pursed and her eyes misty, ready to cry at any moment.
She got out of the bathtub directly, regardless of her wet clothes, and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling depressed.
"I see."
Ajun raised her feet and sat curled up on the bed, with her legs and knees bent and her arms hugging her knees. She looked pitiful and stared blankly at the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of her:
"I'm not good enough for you, and you don't look down on me. I'm sorry for what happened just now. I was too abrupt."
Both sides of the cheeks.
On the wet hair, water droplets were hanging down along the ends of the hair, hitting the sheets and spreading.
"Zi"
Ji Bu took a puff of his cigarette, looked at Ajun's condition, turned around and took out a bath towel from the bathroom, put it on her, and wiped her wet hair.
"Ajun."
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes and bit his cigarette, and kept moving his hands: "Don't think too much, it's not that you are not worthy of me, it's that we are not suitable."
In Ajun's current state, Ji Bu was really afraid that she would do something stupid, so he patiently guided her.
"Why is it inappropriate?!"
Ajun turned her head and looked at him pitifully.
"Identity, status."
Ji Bu's expression was calm and he continued to explain: "Do you know what I do for a living? I'm just a wage earner in your brother-in-law's company, and I only get a small salary every month."
"Look at you again."
He changed the subject and gestured to the shoes at the door: "Do these shoes of yours cost several thousand? And that bag, it costs tens of thousands of dollars, right?"
"These things are innate to you, but for me, it takes several months or even a year to have them."
"If you follow me, when you want these things, I don't have them, but you want them again, what will you do then?"
"It doesn't matter."
Ajun shook his head: "My brother-in-law likes you so much, and you are capable, you will definitely be as good as my brother-in-law."
"No."
Ji Bu squinted his eyes and blew out the smoke. Looking at the thoughtful A-Jun, whose mood gradually improved, he flicked the ashes and continued:
"Now that we are together, what will others say? Do I, Ji Bu, have the word "boyfriend" written on my face?
"At that time, no matter what kind of abilities I had, others would only think that I took advantage of you and used your identity to get Brother Kun's resources to get to the top, you know?"
"ah"
Ajun opened her mouth, but no words came out.
"I know you like me, give me some time."
Ji Bu stretched out his finger and tapped it in the air: "I must rely on my own ability to reach the top step by step."
He looked at Ajun again, leaned forward slowly, pressed forward, and said with great force:
"Besides, I, Ji Bu, always like to conquer others, not others to conquer me!"
"Um!"
Ajun was thoughtful, then nodded vigorously, quickly reached over and pecked Jibu's face like a chicken pecking at rice, and then pulled away from him blushingly.
There was brightness in her eyes, and the way she looked at Ji Bu became more admiring and confused: "I knew that the man I liked was the best and most capable one."
"I trust you!"
"I'm waiting for you!"
at this moment.
Ajun felt that the image of the man she liked in her heart seemed to be taller and more fascinating than before.
