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Zhao Anqi pushed away the person who was hugging her, took off the other high-heeled shoe, closed the door that hadn't been fully closed, looked down, walked to Tang Jiaxue's bare feet without saying anything, and reached out to touch the dining table The dinner plate on the table: "Well, it's still hot, it's just out of the oven." He threw the briefcase and keys on the sofa, opened the bench and sat down: "Let's eat."

"Oh, oh, ok, ok..." Tang Jiaxue sat obediently at the place where she had dinner yesterday, poked a piece of fish into Zhao Anqi's rice bowl with her chopsticks: "Mr. , Try this sweet and sour fish to see if it suits your taste."

"Thank you." Zhao Anqi smiled and nodded, her red lips lightly parted and swallowed the fish in the bowl: "Well, this tastes good." She poked her chopsticks as she said, "You can try to make fish head with chopped pepper next time. "

"Oh! Good! Good! Good!" Tang Jiaxue narrowed her eyes with a smile, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and almost buried it in the rice bowl in front of her, when she picked up the bowl and was about to pick up the rice, there were many pieces in the bowl egg.

"Eat more, thank you for your hard work. I made such a table of dishes, and my sister likes to eat them. I am really grateful."

"..." Tang Jiaxue was stunned for a moment before she could react. She glanced at Zhao Anqi, who was buried in her meal, and then smiled at herself and mistakenly identified her as Zhao Anqi's sister: "That... still Didn't you ask your surname?"

"Pfft..." Zhao Anqi, who was silent, was teased by Tang Jiaxue's words, and almost sprayed a mouthful of rice into the plate of sweet and sour fish in front of her. Even though she covered it, she still choked and coughed.

Tang Jiaxue slapped her forehead, realized that she had made a mistake, immediately dropped the chopsticks bowl, and leapt up behind Zhao Anqi to carry her back: "Yes, I'm sorry Mr. Zhao, I, my brain just didn't turn around, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Zhao Anhui, just call me Anhui." Zhao Anhui took out a tissue and handed it to Zhao Anqi. Seeing that Zhao Anqi stood up while supporting the table, she took a step towards Zhao Anqi.

"No, let's eat." Zhao Anqi raised her hand and pressed it down, pointed to a tissue and asked Tang Jiaxue to draw one for her, and then patted the back of Tang Jiaxue's hand after she calmed down: "Go get a bowl, serve me a bowl Soup."

As soon as Tang Jiaxue walked into the kitchen, Zhao Anqi's smile turned cold. She stared at Zhao Anhui and asked softly, "What are you doing here? I really wish I didn't allow you to enter this house." Her tone was very calm, without any emotion, but the surrounding The temperature actually dropped down.

"But sister, you don't disagree." Zhao Anhui smiled, holding the chopsticks in one hand and resting her chin in the other: "It's been a long time since I've seen you, is it because you want to be a younger sister?"

"Sorry, you can go." Zhao Anqi put down her chopsticks, pointed in the direction of the door, and leaned on the back of the chair with her arms folded: "The same thing, don't let me say it a second time."

"Pfft, sister, I didn't ask you to be number one." Zhao Anhui smiled and added a piece of egg into her mouth, chewed a few bites and nodded in satisfaction: "Well, the taste is really good, barely enough wife's condition."

Zhao Anqi frowned in displeasure. She just opened her mouth and caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye. Tang Jiaxue, who came out of the kitchen, suppressed the words when she reached her mouth.

"Hey Mr. Zhao, I've searched all over, and there are only three bowls in our house..." Tang Jiaxue raised the plate in her hand, and asked tentatively, "Do you want this?"

"No need, drink after eating." Zhao Anqi took the plate from Tang Jiaxue's hand, put it on the side of the table, picked up the bowl and started to eat in silence.

The speed of eating was so fast that Tang Jiaxue also speeded up subconsciously. I don't know if it was an illusion, but she felt angry and depressed for no reason. She was so depressed that she didn't even dare to make a sound while drinking soup.

"Finished?"

"return......"

"Well, it's time to eat."

Tang Jiaxue swallowed the hot soup in a hurry, fanned the wind with her palm and replied, who knew that she was blocked by someone just as she exited, and then she realized that she was not the person Zhao Anqi was talking to at all!

"Then let's go." After Zhao Anqi finished speaking, she left the dining table, went to the sofa, picked up the briefcase and keys, and walked towards the room: "Manager Tang, put today's work report on the desk in the study. "

"Yes! Received!" Tang Jiaxue quickly put down the bowl, stood up straight, with a serious face, no worse than a soldier in military training: "Report to the leader, go after washing the dishes!"

Half an hour later, Zhao Anqi, who was wearing a black silk nightgown, came out of the room. Seeing the people on the sofa, the displeasure on her face was even worse than that on the dining table before: "People need to know how to measure themselves."

"Well, I'm very measured, aren't I?" Zhao Anhui supported her head and looked at Zhao Anqi with a smile: "My sister's figure is still so good, hey, I'm really envious."

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, this is the work report you want." As soon as Tang Jiaxue opened the door, she saw the exquisite body not far in front of her, and the beautiful white and jade-like image in the morning flashed through her mind. Fortunately, Zhao Anhui's voice appeared in time, otherwise Tang Jiaxue would definitely be a fool, and bumped into her like a ghost: "Is that to be seen now, or is it put in the study?"

After waiting for a while, Tang Jiaxue didn't get an answer. Subconsciously, Tang Jiaxue glanced at Zhao Anhui who was sitting on the sofa with a charming smile, coughed dryly, touched her nose, and walked past Zhao Anqi with a stoop.

"Oh, I don't have a place to live anymore. I'm going to live with my sister." Zhao Anhui glanced at Tang Jiaxue in a startled walk, hugged the pillow and continued, "Lend me one of my sister's pajamas. I remember. You can't get into your sister's bed without pajamas."

"The room here is full, there is no place for you, go out and open a room by yourself." Zhao Anqi grabbed Tang Jiaxue by the collar, and Tang Jiaxue backed away again and again. After she stood still, she took out the work report in Tang Jiaxue's hand and waved: "Go back to the room."

"Oh, good." No matter how stupid Tang Jiaxue is, from the meal to the present atmosphere, she should understand that the relationship between the two sisters is definitely not as good as Zhao Anhui's performance. Okay, that one must not be her little sister!

"I can share a bed with my sister." Zhao Anhui said, pointing to Tang Jiaxue who turned around and walked to the room: "How about I sleep in her room, she is shorter than me, this sofa is just right for sleeping."

"Huh?" Tang Jiaxue turned around and pointed at herself, and asked in a daze, "Are you talking about me? Why do I sleep on the sofa? This is my company..."

"Leave early tomorrow morning, don't let me see you." Zhao Anqi stretched her long arms around Tang Jiaxue's shoulders, turned around and left: "Put the report away and come to my room."

Five minutes later, Tang Jiaxue pushed open the door of Zhao Anqi's room with her arms around the pillow and quilt: "Mr. Zhao, what else can I order? If not, I'll make the bed."

"Make the bed?" Zhao Anqi, who was leaning on the bed and reading documents, raised her eyes to the door of the room in doubt: "What kind of bed are you making? Where is there another bed?" On the door frame of the opposite door: "Come in and close the door."

Seeing that the young lady was upset again, Tang Jiaxue didn't dare to ask any more questions. When she turned around and closed the door, she twitched the corners of her mouth at the person opposite her. Just as she closed the door and was about to turn around, she suddenly felt more warmth and touch on her back.

"Lock!" Zhao Anqi stood barefoot behind Tang Jiaxue, her arms stretched out from Tang Jiaxue's waist, she twisted the door latch, and then pulled it twice: "Yes, that's fine."

"Huh? Why are your ears so red?" Zhao Anqi withdrew her gaze and landed on Tang Jiaxue's ears without any surprises. She was fine if she didn't sleep, but it seemed that Tang Jiaxue's ears were even redder: "Why? Fever? "As he spoke, he withdrew his arms, wrapped around Tang Jiaxue's neck, and covered her forehead.

"No, no, no, no..." Tang Jiaxue's ears became more and more red, especially the moment Zhao Anqi's hand was covered, her whole body felt as hot as being burned, and she subconsciously felt as if she was afraid. Backed away, but very bluntly forgot about the problem of standing at this moment, and pushed back into Zhao Anqi's arms.

All of a sudden, the softness on her back became more obvious, and her brain became even more disobedient, letting Zhao Anqi pull her to sit on the edge of the bed, push her to lie on the bed, staring at Zhao Anqi with dull eyes, and kept trying. the temperature of her forehead.

"Oops, it must have been burnt out!" Zhao Anqi waved her hand and shook it for a long time. No matter how she called her name Tang Jiaxue, she didn't respond at all. With a beep, it was snatched away.

"...?" Zhao Anqi frowned, but after a second thought, considering Tang Jiaxue's physical condition, she immediately smiled softly again, with a coaxing voice: "Hey, I have to see you when I'm sick. ."

"I, I'm not sick..." Tang Jiaxue, who had come back to her senses, blushed in shame, hung up the phone and clutched the phone tightly, turned her head in embarrassment, and muttered falteringly: " Just, it's a little hot..."

"Hot?" Zhao Anqi looked up at the air conditioner, leaned down and put her cheek on Tang Jiaxue's forehead: "Well...it seems that it's not as hot as before." She put her palms on the side of the bed and stared at her body. Tang Jiaxue: "Do you need to turn on the air conditioner?"

Tang Jiaxue shook her head.

"Do you need to open the window?"

Tang Jiaxue still shook her head

"Then do you need to take off the quilt and pillow you are hugging?"

Tang Jiaxue shook her head for a moment, then seemed to have realized it, and immediately nodded again.

Zhao Anqi chuckled, broke Tang Jiaxue's hand, pulled out the quilt and pillow that she had sweated in her arms, and threw it on the empty seat beside her.

After doing this, I looked at Tang Jiaxue, and found that she was holding her arms tightly, as if she was afraid of being violated, her closed eyes were trembling, and Zhao Anqi's heart was also trembling. trembling.

Supporting the edge of the bed and leaning over, the neckline of Zhao Anqi's black silk nightgown drooped downwards, revealing the beautiful scenery inside, but it's a pity that those who close their eyes are not blessed to enjoy it.

The hair scattered on the shoulders also fell on Tang Jiaxue's neck in strands following Zhao Anqi's movements, and one or two strands of hair swept Tang Jiaxue's side cheeks.

Slowly approaching Tang Jiaxue's ear, she asked softly, "Then, do you need to take off your clothes for you..."

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