Passionate to know

When they returned to the box, the faces of the two could be described as ice and fire. Song Zhiyang's sky was naturally clear, while Tang Ling's place was indeed partially showered.An Zhi lingered on their faces for a while, and asked Tang Ling, "What's wrong with you?"

Before Tang Ling could speak, Song Zhiyang forced her to look at her, and she could only bite her handkerchief, feeling aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law: "It's okay...a woman's month...there are always a few days..."

Song Zhiyang snapped back and said: "...you always have thirty days in a month..."

"...Hmm." Tang Ling turned Song Zhiyang over and over and shot him several times in her heart.

"Okay, just stay by yourself," Song Zhiyang held An Zhi's hand, "Let's go."

Tang Ling wished that Song Zhiyang would disappear immediately: "Goodbye, no contact!"

...

Until Yuan Shan Ji came out, An Zhi still didn't ask more questions.

Most of the time, this is An Zhi's benefit.It has always been nosy, neither curious nor caring about other people's affairs.As long as you show that you don't want to say anything, he will keep silent and make you feel comfortable.But An Zhi's coldness is too much, and Song Zhiyang's performance of wanting nothing makes people feel very frustrated.

It's just that the atmosphere is very good at the moment, Song Zhiyang will naturally not be so stupid as to say something unsightly.

"Where do you want to go?"

An Zhi lowered his head slightly, looking at the fine cracks on the bluestone slab, as if he was thinking about this question seriously, and then said softly after a long while: "I don't know."

Song Zhiyang turned his head sideways, looked at An Zhi's drooping eyebrows, saw his somewhat forbearing expression, and felt the slightly sweaty palm in his hand.So, she let go of An Zhi's hand, wrapped her arms around his back, and hugged him tightly, trying to melt all his stiffness with her slightly warm body temperature.

A slightly hoarse voice penetrated Anzhi's cochlea into his brain: "You like to eat light asparagus, but hate shelled shrimp... I like to drink a bowl of soup before eating, but I never drink during the meal ...You prefer soft, glutinous and wet rice to rice with distinct grains...Obviously you hate corn, but you like corn rib soup..."

Just chattering like this, Song Zhiyang pressed his deep and hoarse voice against An Zhi's face, seeming to be very intimate and gentle with An Zhi's likes and preferences.Not only An Zhi, but even Song Zhiyang himself did not expect that he had remembered so many details about the person in his arms without knowing it.

After talking for a long time, Song Zhiyang stopped and sighed lowly: "With me, you don't need to force yourself. I can feel if you really like what you do... want to go home ? Shall I take you back?"

An Zhi buried his head in Song Zhiyang's shoulder, and said sullenly, "...Why did you do this?"

Song Zhiyang reached out and stroked the back of An Zhi's head: "At least...you are trying to cooperate with me, huh? I will always make you feel at ease by my side."

An Zhi sent his clenched hand away, like a slow-motion replay of a movie, and finally put it on Song Zhiyang's waist, tightening it bit by bit: "Are you always so confident... sooner or later You regret it."

"If I have the slightest guilty conscience, you will probably run away."

An Zhi snorted sullenly, and his hands tightened a little: "What about now?"

"what?"

"You said you can feel it, then you say, do you like it now?"

Song Zhiyang didn't answer, just bowed his head slightly, and pressed a kiss on An Zhi's forehead.

……

At the end of summer and early autumn, Yujing is at his leisure.This season not only sends away the busiest midsummer, but also has more time before the autumn new product period, so the employees who have been busy for more than half a year can take a breather.

Where there are idlers, there are gossips, and where there are gossips, there are women.

"Hey, do you know the new director?" The female staff member said in the bathroom, applying her makeup.

"Just... the handsome one?"

"Yes, yes, that's it"

"What? Missing spring?"

"Tsk, he, we can't climb high, I heard that the background is hard..."

"I said... I was the director when I first came here. You said that this kind of rich second-generation patronage is enough to eat. What kind of life do you come here to experience..."

"Who knows..."

Talking and laughing, the women walked out of the bathroom, but ran into the person they least wanted to see at the moment---the protagonist of the gossip just now, Lu Qiyan.

The women's faces turned pale immediately, and they looked at each other. Not knowing what Lu Qiyan had heard, they could only forcefully say hello: "Lu...Director Lu...you...come here too...ah..."

This greeting is really not flattering.

Lu Qiyan smiled brightly, and joked: "Why, can't I come here?"

"no no….."

"Okay, I'm just kidding you." Lu Qiyan's smile was so captivating that he couldn't pay for his life, "Go back to work, or your supervisor will deduct your wages, so don't ask me to intercede with you."

A few words changed the female employees' minds towards him greatly. Director Lu is a rare high-quality man.

"Okay, okay, let's go back to work." The girls regained their radiant looks and walked away like sparrows.

Lu Qiyan watched their figures disappear at the end of the corridor, the hearty smiles had long since disappeared, replaced by a look of disdainful ridicule.He raised his head and waved it, as if the smell of powder on the women's bodies had polluted the air in this area just now.

"Yujing, hehe," he murmured, "Maybe there are good toys."