no ambiguity

West City.

The weather has been cool recently, the sun has been hidden in the thick clouds, and the place is gloomy and depressing. The distance is gray and seems to be shrouded in mist. The tall buildings on the other side of the city are straight into the clouds. The dense buildings contrast sharply with the elegant environment of Jiangting .

——This is a wealthy area, close to the second ring road, next to the river, with a vast terrain and beautiful scenery.

In the single-family villa on the east side, in the bedroom on the second floor, Qinghe, who has been tossing all night, has not gotten up yet, and has no intention of going out at all.

The curtain next to her was half-opened, just away from the head of the bed. She was lying on her side, with a small half of her fair and well-proportioned back exposed, her slender waist half-hidden, and her sexy and distinct spinal groove inserted into the gray quilt. Inside, you can faintly see the convex and concave body lines.

From last night to now, the originally clean and tidy room has become a bit messy, with clothes and skirts randomly stacked at the end of the bed, bottles and cans on the table lying here and there, miscellaneous things on the floor, and even a large white bath towel.

The other party was already downstairs and not in the room. He got up early in the morning and hadn't come in once until now.

A minimalist retro clock hangs on the light gray wall in the north, and it is exactly pointing to four o'clock in the afternoon.

Qinghe woke up a long time ago, but she just didn't want to move, so she just lay down like this.

The second hand was turning round and round, the sky outside was getting darker, the light in the house was getting worse and worse, and the world outside the window seemed to be stained with light gray. When the minute hand pointed to "Ⅵ", she slowly opened her eyes. It was evening and dusk.

Fatigue is a tidal wave that has passed for so long and hasn't subsided.It's really tiring to catch up with work at the magazine these days, and she's still tired after a night's rest. Qinghe's whole body is like a bag that has been emptied of air, and it fits softly on the bed, as if boneless.

After a long time, she should have regained her composure, and then she sat up, covering her chest with a thin quilt, and stretched out her two thin long white legs, stepping casually on the wooden floor.

Pushing away the quilt, he casually took a loose white shirt, and went into the bathroom to take a shower barefoot.

The white shirt is not Qinghe's, but the owner's clothes.

The owner of this house is Qing He's newlywed wife, the one who spent the night with her here last night, and also her immediate boss, whose surname is Wen, and whose name is Wen Ning.

This was the second month of their marriage, Wen Ning came back for the first time, and had been on business trips abroad before.

The two are legal wives and wives who have obtained certificates. They have known each other for several years, and their relationship is good. Although the relationship is not deep, the marriage is voluntary. Even if each takes what they need, it is justified.

Wen Ning went back to China yesterday because Qinghe picked it up, and after returning home, some things happened naturally.

It wasn't the first time they were like this, so there was nothing to worry about.

Qinghe didn't even look at the ground, she didn't care at all, she went into the bathroom and soaked in water, laying motionless in the bathtub, trying to relax.

This week's work is intense, and I stayed up for several days and nights. Now I can finally ignore so much, and the next half month will be much easier.With Boss Wen standing in front of her and covering her face, she, an employee who went through the back door, could breathe a little easier, so that she wouldn't be too miserable.After all, marrying each other is for work and money, and if you can follow the light, you can get some, and it is not impossible to take shortcuts.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes tiredly, took a handful of water and poured it on her collarbone.

The water temperature is high, a little hot.

The water in the bathtub is too full, if you shake it slightly, the water in it will overflow, and the surrounding ground will be wet, with water marks everywhere.

Maybe it's because the recent things are too complicated, Qinghe's mind is still a little messy, and he can't help thinking about those messy past.

She did not marry Wen Ning on impulse, on the contrary, she obtained the certificate after careful consideration. Before that, the two of them could only be regarded as having met each other. It's an accidental accident.

There was a mutual friend's birthday that night, and they both went to a party at a friend's place. Both of them were drunk and drunk. At the end of the party, Wen Ning offered to drop by and send Qinghe home, but Qinghe did not refuse.Later, when the driver drove the car to the downstairs of the old house, Qing He pretended to be polite and wanted to invite someone to sit up and down, but Wen Ning, who was always very particular, agreed.

What happened after going up was both unexpected and natural. Wen Ning stayed overnight in the old house, and their relationship deteriorated from then on.

Everything after that came suddenly, and both sides did not make it clear, but tacitly condoned it. This kind of unclear relationship lasted for quite a long time, until Qinghe entered Wenning's fashion a few years ago. Magazine, this has a further development.

Wen Ning is a rich man with several companies under her name. She is the big boss, and Qinghe, a related accountant, is one of her secretaries. She has no real power or say. Making phone calls or sorting out documents, not only is it leisurely but also earns a lot of money. After-tax salary is more than 2 yuan, and the treatment that others have is also everything that one expects.

The world of adults is also complicated and straightforward. Sometimes there is no need to have so many twists and turns. Wen Ning is not the kind of person who will mess around. fair.

When they both know each other well enough, marriage becomes another good choice.

Wen Ning is 29 years old this year. He has a successful career and has reached the age to stabilize.She doesn't need a marriage, she is strong enough, and a well-matched partner is an unnecessary obstacle, and it is a better choice to find someone who suits her heart.

As for Qing He, 25 years old, from an ordinary family background, he was in a band earlier, he was considered a singer, and it was too expensive to play music part-time, so he found a sponsor with a background for himself.

For both of them, feelings are secondary, being together means living in the present, as long as they are satisfied with each other.

Thinking of this, Qinghe twisted a wet handkerchief to cover her face, stretched out one leg from the water and put it on the edge of the bathtub, lying on her back.

She is a person who doesn't think about the future, and she never leaves any room for things. She has never thought about how she will go in the future and what will happen. She has always taken one step at a time.

Wen Ning is very good, and he is a good partner.

It is most comfortable to take a bath on a day that is not too cold or hot. All the fatigue will be taken away by the warm water. It takes half an hour to take a bath.

After soaking almost, Qinghe washed the chest area casually, then stood up.

In such a short period of time, the sky outside has already completely darkened, and the night is like a cage above, binding everything in it.

Qinghe stepped on the cold ground with her bare feet, grabbed a dry towel to wipe her body, and just wiped her face when there was a slight noise from outside the wall.

It was the sound of opening and closing the door, and someone came in.

Who else could it be besides Wen Ning.

She paused, then moved on.

Just now she was covered with a quilt and couldn't see her on the bed. Now that she was exposed to the light, the tattoo on the left side of her lower abdomen was fully revealed. It was a hyacinth tattoo, colorless, and looked depressed and depressed. And hang low.

There is also an armband tattoo on her right arm, which is a string of letters, which looks like a sentence in French, but the deeds are too scribbled and publicized, so I can't tell what the tattoo is, anyway, it is a white and thin arm in a ring shape.

After wiping off the water on his body, he put on his white shirt leisurely, and then Qinghe went out.

Since she was at home and Wen Ning was not an outsider, she was not so restrained, and she was generous, as long as she had a piece of clothing to cover her body.

Wen Ning was a little taller than her, and his shirt didn't fit well, with two buttons on it undone, and the neckline was loose, revealing his cold white skin inside, which did not look familiar.

Qinghe didn't care about these things, she opened the door and went out while wiping her hair.

The other party was waiting, as if expecting her to get up, and brought a cup of hot coffee.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man turned around and looked over.

Wen Ning, who will be [-] next year, has a standard cold and world-weary face, straight hair reaching her waist, height of [-], long legs and thin waist, and a crow-blue skirt that outlines her figure curves, which is quite high-end .

She didn't wear any makeup or anything, but her skin was fine, and there were no fine lines on her face.

Seeing Qinghe coming out, the man didn't react much, and didn't even move his eyelids.

It was Qing He who spoke first, and asked nonchalantly, "Aren't you going to the magazine?"

"It's nothing, you don't need to go." Wen Ning replied calmly, without explaining too much.

Qing He said indifferently, she didn't really care about this, the other party was a workaholic, she just asked casually, if she didn't go, she wouldn't go.

She went over to take a sip of coffee, and while rubbing the wet ends of her hair, she asked again: "How is the French side, is it going well?"

The two didn't have much verbal communication last night, so they can chat a few words now.

I can't say what I care about, it's too much against my will, it's still necessary to go through the motions and ask, no matter what, they are women who share the same bed, and their friendship is not so meager as to be indifferent.

Wen Ning was still the same, and said calmly: "Successful, the contract has been signed."

Qing He turned her head to look, "Congratulations then."

Wen Ning hummed.

Then they chatted about other things, all of which were insignificant, and they talked about each other.

Qing He was the one who took the initiative to talk, probably because the upset in her heart had not calmed down, she was not calm enough, she suddenly asked inadvertently: "I heard that you went to the opera house with Assistant Lian, how was the performance?"

Wen Ning didn't answer.

After a while, the man said: "It's okay, there are not many people."

Qinghe didn't take it to heart, didn't care at all, raised her hand to brush the wet hair behind her back, stopped asking the bottom line, and clicked to stop.

During the movement, the shirt went up a little bit, and the straight and slender legs were even more eye-catching.

Wen Ning lowered his eyes, and his gaze passed by without a trace.

Without realizing it, she suddenly thought of something and said, "Boss Wen, I'm going out tomorrow morning, can I have a vacation?"

Wen Ning asked, "What's the matter?"

Qing He casually pushed open the cabinet to search for clothes, turned his back to the man and tugged at the collar of his shirt, half serious and half meaningful, saying: "Seeing my lover..."