PFC Chapter 159 A Man with Good Physical Strength
Chapter 159 A Man with Good Physical Strength
The man knelt in front of her, holding something between his slender, clean fingers.
He looked at her with his deep eyes, and threw it directly into the trash can next to him in front of her.
During the whole process, the man didn't say a word.
But somehow, she suddenly remembered what she had said before about her dislike for him, and instantly understood his intention to do something bad tonight.
She was so ashamed that she almost exploded and wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
"Xing Mingyu! I said......"
But she was so soft that not only did what she said before not count, but what she said now also didn't count. Everything was swallowed by the man.
During the long time that followed, she felt more uncomfortable than at any time that night, and she almost bit her lower lip.
When the man leaned over and saw her appearance, he supported her on both sides with his big hands with bulging veins and bit her earlobe with his thin lips.
"Be good and shout it out. The lounge is well soundproofed and no one can hear you."
She just held back her tears.
......
I don’t know how long I cried.
All I know is that when she was almost unable to cry anymore, the man finally let her go out of pity.
The slightly tight pregnant belly was also gently covered by a big hand, moving back and forth several times.
When she was completely relaxed, she was carried to the bathroom by the owner of the big hand.
Her sweaty maternity dress was changed and her body was cleaned, and she finally felt better.
When the man put her back on the bed, she just thought to herself, I'm so tired. She changed her clothes, but she was like this again. Aunt Lan and the others will definitely find out something when she goes back.
Her tired body just wanted to rest a little longer, so she went back home after eleven o'clock when everyone in the family had gone to bed.
Seeing the little woman wearing his loose shirt and sleeping on his bed with steady breathing, the depression in Xing Mingyu's eyes finally disappeared by more than half.
After the man cleaned up the mess on the bed and the floor, he went into the bathroom.
When he came out again, he was still wearing the same clothes he wore today, with water dripping from his hair on his forehead, which was sliding down his collarbone which was covered with scratches.
He grabbed a towel and rubbed his hair, and before his hair was dry, he went to the balcony again.
"Pop." He lit the cigarette with a lighter and took a deep puff with his beautiful thin lips.
The man blew the white smoke into a circle, and his still scarlet eyes looked at the pregnant woman who was sleeping facing him on the bed in the inner room.
At this time, the mobile phone rang.
He held the cigarette between his fingers, hung up the call, and sent another message.
When the phone rang again, he had finished his cigarette. He looked at the time and it was exactly ten o'clock.
He put out the cigarette butt and put it in the cigaret tray. He waited for the cold wind to blow away the remaining smell of smoke on his body before he walked into the house.
He lay sideways next to the little woman, hugged her from the back, and rubbed his big hands back and forth on her pregnant belly.
Maybe it was because his hand was too warm, Jiang Qianxun felt uncomfortable and suddenly turned around, bumping into his arms.
She pursed her swollen lips, rubbed her little head forward, found a comfortable position with her eyes closed in a daze, and fell asleep again.
Compared to her aloofness during the day and her fragility at night, Jiang Qianxun is now so well-behaved that it makes people soften their hearts. The indifference in the man's eyes slowly disappeared, and his slender thumb touched her extremely peaceful sleeping face.
The roughness of his fingertips formed a sharp contrast with her delicate skin. The man was playing with her porcelain-white face, which was like a peeled egg, and the mobile phone on the bedside table lit up.
The man's naturally sharp eyes swept over and immediately saw the conspicuous WeChat message on Jiang Qianxun's mobile phone screen.
[Axun, the midnight snack is ready. Have you finished your overtime work? ]
The WeChat note is: Brother Zheng.
The man narrowed his brown eyes dangerously, his gaze fixed on the word "Axun" on the screen, until the screen automatically went off, then he withdrew his gaze.
The rough fingers also stopped.
His dark eyes gradually gathered coldness, and his sharp gaze swept across the woman's warm and soft face inch by inch. Finally, he pressed his forehead against hers as if punishing her, held her lips, and kissed and bit them lightly.
He didn't let her go until she was almost awake. Then he turned around and kissed her belly, gradually moving upwards.
Jiang Qianxun was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt something soft and smooth moving back and forth on her belly and arms.
She was already very tired tonight, and this massage-like touch made her relax. When the soft touch reached her neck, she let out a soft "hmm" and couldn't help but lift her head up to meet it.
Instinctively, I want more.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the light touch became stronger, gradually overlapping with the feeling that made her feel ashamed tonight...
She frowned, slowly lifted her heavy eyelids, and found herself lying on two soft pillows...
Behind me, the force is getting stronger...
"Xing, Xing Mingyu..." She was half sleepy and opened her mouth to stop him, to ask him to stop.
But her voice was so hoarse and soft that it didn't sound like she was trying to stop him, but more like she was trying to please him.
"Well, I'm here."
The man let her go and moved closer from behind her neck, his hot breath falling on it, making her whole body numb.
She bit her lower lip innocently, thinking that it was time to end and she wanted to go back, but her red lips were immediately sealed.
Only after she was released did she hear his belated explanation.
With a disorienting hoarseness.
"Twice a week."
She shook her head helplessly in protest.
But the man ignored her.
In the quiet lounge, apart from the sound of the mattress under the bed being pressed down again and again, there is almost no other sound.
In the end, Jiang Qianxun could only hold the soft pillow helplessly with a burning face.
Cried.
Stopped again.
Keep crying...
.....
It keeps looping endlessly.
In the middle of the time, her cell phone rang once. She bit her lip and reached out to grab it.
But it was just caught.
Because before she had the time to turn over and look at the screen interface, she held the phone tightly and didn't let go for a long time.
In a trance, she vaguely heard the man calling her name in an uncontrollable hoarse voice.
Her head was like paste and she responded, but was met with more forceful actions.
Her toes couldn't help but curl up tightly, reaching the limit and turning slightly pink.
......
That night, Jiang Qianxun felt even more tired than the night in Huai County.
At the end of the second time, she had the illusion for the first time that she was afraid of men with good physical strength.
Later she simply refused to wash herself and just fell asleep.
Before falling asleep, she stroked her bulging belly with her little hand. Perhaps it was psychological induction, the two little ones interacted with their mother.
She felt relieved and fell into a deep sleep.
Xing Mingyu stood beside the bed in neat clothes. He reached out and pulled the thin quilt over the little woman who had fallen asleep due to his torment. At this moment, his cell phone rang.
After seeing the incoming call clearly, he swiped the screen to hang up, opened the door and went out.
In less than a minute, he came back with a food box and a gift box in his hands, which were sent from the whole courtyard.
After placing the food box and the gift box at the head of the bed, he walked over with his long legs and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead and the warm pregnant belly under the quilt.
At this time, Xing Mingyu's personal cell phone vibrated.
Seeing the incoming call, Xing Mingyu picked up the call this time.
"Achuan?"
"Second brother, where are you? I want to talk to you about something." Qin Chuanqing's voice came from the other end of the phone.
The man held the phone and touched the little woman's face with the thumb of his other hand. After a few seconds, his thin lips opened slightly.
"In the company."
......
Half an hour later.
Qin Chuan walked into Xing Mingyu's office exhausted.
As soon as he came in, he looked towards the desk with his bright eyes and found that the man was not behind the desk. He glanced around and found that he was sitting in the open reception room next to it.
On the long glass table in the middle of the sofa was a bottle of top-quality red wine.
The man was still dressed in his usual suit, serious and solemn, pouring red wine into the second empty glass.
His bony hands held the wine bottle, and under the light, they looked unusually white.
“I thought workaholics were working overtime at the company, but it turns out they were just killing time.”
Qin Chuan retracted his gaze, raised his leg, put the car keys in his hand on the long glass table, reached out to pick up one of the cups and took a sip, then sat down opposite the man.
Xing Mingyu didn't answer him, nor did he give him an oppressive look as usual. He just crossed his legs, picked up the red wine and tasted it alone.
Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows.
This isn't like him.
He looked carefully at the man in front of him.
The man's clothes were the same, but there was no tie on the collar of his suit. Usually he always had two buttons undone, but today he only had one. There were some traces of being scratched on the collar, and it was loose.
The clean strands of hair hanging on the temples were also slightly messy.
As I breathed, there seemed to be a smell in the air, like that left after a man and a woman made love.
He breathed a little heavier and tried to distinguish it again, but the smell of Lafite was stronger and completely covered it up.
Could it be that there is a woman in Xing Mingyu’s office?
He glanced around and found nothing suspicious.
Feeling Qin Chuan's gaze, the man swallowed the liquid in his mouth, his strong Adam's apple slid, and he put the wine glass on the glass table, looking at him with his dark eyes.
"Are you looking for me?"
Speaking of business, Qin Chuan withdrew his gaze, and his handsome expression gradually became more solemn. He took three sips of red wine, pinched the wine glass with his long white fingers, shook it twice, and then spoke.
"It's just a small matter. I want to ask you to lift the ban on Zhao Xi."
"Zhao Xi?" The man repeated these two words, and the contented look in his brown eyes dissipated a little, replaced by terrifying sharpness.
"Yes." Qin Chuan saw that his aura had changed, and fearing that he would disagree, he quickly explained: "I know that you attacked Jiang Qianxun because of Shen Lan's daughter with her ex-husband. As a boss, you felt sorry for your employees, so you banned her."
Qin Chuan put down his wine glass and sat up straight.
"I was there when this happened, and I was angry too. But Zhao Xi told me that it was not her fault and she was wrongly accused."
Thinking of how Zhao Xi had mentioned this to him a few days ago, and how she had tears in her eyes when she hugged him, Qin Chuan's eyes immediately flashed with a trace of heartache.
"Tell me about it." Xing Mingyu put one hand on the back of the sofa, picked up the lighter on the table, and played with it, opening and closing it, with his eyes lowered, and it was impossible to tell his emotion.
"Zhao Xi said that she had met Su Rourou and told her that Jiang Qianxun was in Huai County, but she didn't know that Su Rourou would do such a thing. She just heard that Su Rourou was looking for Jiang Qianxun and thought they were good sisters, so she said a few words out of kindness. She is innocent."
Thinking about the miserable situation that Zhao Xi had no job and no income during this period, and was verbally abused by his father Zhao Kuan when he returned home, the pain on Qin Chuan's face became more and more obvious.
After all, Zhao Xi was his first love.
Even though there wasn't much love left in his heart and the balance was already leaning towards Jiang Qianxun, first love was still first love and he didn't want her to live a bad life.
"Banning a female star is nothing in our eyes, but you know Zhao Xi's background. Her parents are servants of our Qin family. It's embarrassing enough to have her background exposed to the world. If she doesn't have a job, her life will be ruined."