The famous family loves marriage, sweet to the point

Chapter 211 212: Fortunately, you met me
The outsourcing of the invitation card is a white hollow design, tied with a light blue bow, which looks simple and elegant. Ye Qingxin took out the invitation card, opened it and looked at it. On the left side of the inner page is the silhouette of Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan embracing and looking at each other. There is a big bronzing character: Every year, day and night.

At the top of the right is the word 'present', the bottom is blank, and the bottom is 'Jing Boyuan & Ye Qingxin', and the following is the wedding schedule: 16:30 wedding ceremony, 18:30 dinner, 21:00 party.

Finally, the address of the wedding is printed, and there is a PS, no gift money.

The design of the invitation card can be seen with care.

Ye Qingxin looked at the silhouettes of the two people on the left, she didn't remember that she and Jing Boyuan had ever taken a photo, and they didn't even take a photo together except for a wedding photo.

Ye Qingxin stared at the invitation for a while, then turned her head to look at Jing Boyuan, her eyes sparkled, "When was this photo taken? Why don't I know?"

Looking at her figure in the silhouette, she should be wearing a down jacket with a scarf wrapped around her neck, hugging Jing Boyuan's waist, looking up at him, her ponytail blown up by the wind.

Jing Boyuan looked down at her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and put his other hand on her butterfly bone. Even if he couldn't see their expressions clearly, he could feel that they were staring at each other affectionately. The picture was warm and sweet.

Jing Boyuan reached out to take the invitation card in her hand, lowered his head and kissed her cheek, and said softly: "Go upstairs to take a shower and sleep."

Ye Qingxin didn't move, and looked up at Jing Boyuan with a smile, "You haven't answered my question yet, are you secretly taking pictures?"

Jing Boyuan did not deny it.

Ye Qingxin pouted, "Why are you secretly taking pictures? You should tell me so that I can change into a beautiful dress. Look at this down jacket and this big scarf, how bulky it is?"

Jing Boyuan smiled, "I'm just afraid that you will torment yourself like this, it's good."

After Ye Qingxin heard his words, her heart warmed up.

His words were not sweet words, but they revealed the care and love of a 34-year-old mature man.

If she knew she was going to take a picture and put it on the invitation, it might have been a real struggle.

Ye Qingxin obeyed his words and went upstairs to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Jing Boyuan hadn't come up yet, Ye Qingxin went downstairs in her pajamas, Aunt Zhang was walking upstairs with a tray, saw her, smiled and said: "I was about to deliver milk and snacks for you, so you came down. "

"Give it to me." Ye Qingxin reached out to take the tray from Aunt Zhang, and walked towards the sofa in the living room.

Jing Boyuan took off his coat, and was sitting on the sofa in the living room writing invitations, the watch on his left wrist reflected light under the light.

The last time Ye Qingxin was in Tang Pavilion, she suddenly decided to invite colleagues from the studio, and asked Connie for a staff list the next day.

With a pen in his hand, Jing Boyuan wrote an invitation to the woman's guest list.

His handwriting is beautiful, calm and powerful, and majestic, revealing a bit of deterrence from a superior.

The word is like its person.

Ye Qingxin put down the tray, squatted down beside him, her arms rested on his legs naturally, and the weight of her body was pressed down.

He was writing Han Huohuo's name, Ye Qingxin remembered what Han Huohuo said in Tang Pavilion that day, she wanted to say something, opened her mouth, and swallowed the words again.

It was Han Huohuo's privacy, and she shouldn't share it with others, even if that person is her closest person, let alone she is not someone who likes to gossip about people behind their backs.

She pinched a piece of crispy bread and put it in her mouth. Her legs were a little tired from squatting, so she sat directly on the floor mat.

Jing Boyuan looked over, "Get up."

Ye Qingxin stretched out her hand to hug Jing Boyuan's calf, put her chin on his knee, looked at his face with two black and white eyes, and said with a smile, "It's fine to sit like this, what are you doing when you get up?"

Helplessness flashed across Jing Boyuan's eyes, he put down his pen, put his hands under Ye Qingxin's armpits, lifted her up from the ground and put her on his lap, "Why are you so naughty?"

Ye Qingxin hooked his neck, "Don't you like it?"

Jing Boyuan didn't answer, he lowered his head and kissed away the snack residue on the corner of the girl's mouth, it was a little itchy, Ye Qingxin instinctively hid back for a moment, then stepped forward and kissed the man's thin lips proactively.

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with the brewed tea, and suddenly ran into the shameless scene of the two of them, Jing Boyuan was kissing Ye Qingxin's neck, Ye Qingxin's head was slightly tilted back, her soft long hair was hanging down in the air Swaying slightly.

The old man blushed and hurried back to the kitchen.

Ye Qingxin's fair skin flushed a little because of Jing Boyuan's kiss, her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her mind was a little dazed, and her reaction was a little slow. The moment she saw Aunt Zhang, she froze for a moment, and took a moment to relax. Only then hurriedly pushed away the head buried in his neck, "Aunt Zhang..."

Jing Boyuan supported her up, Ye Qingxin let him carry her upstairs.

After entering the master bedroom, Jing Boyuan gently placed her on the bed, patted her cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to take a shower."

Ye Qingxin understood what he meant, and nodded with a blushing face.

It has been nearly ten days since the last time. In her impression, Jing Boyuan has always been relatively strong in that aspect. He endured it for almost ten days, which must be his limit.

Thinking about it, he felt a little unbelievable, Jing Boyuan said that she was his first woman, and he really didn't know how he got here in the past thirty years.

Ye Qingxin got out of bed, went to the coffee table and picked up the watch that Jing Boyuan had just taken off. It was only past nine o'clock in the evening, which was not too late.

About five or six minutes later, Jing Boyuan came out with a bath towel around his waist.

The man's upper body was bare, with honey-colored skin and perfect muscle lines, all of which exuded charm to confuse the opposite sex.

As soon as he came out, the girl's enthusiasm greeted him.

Ye Qingxin pushed him to the wall, pressed him against the wall like he had pressed her against the wall before, raised her head and kissed his neck.

Jing Boyuan didn't resist and let her do whatever she wanted.

Moving up the kiss, Jing Boyuan consciously lowered his head and bent his body slightly so that she could easily kiss his lips. He didn't take any initiative, Ye Qingxin sucked his lips.

kiss down.

There is nothing wrong with the word practice makes perfect.

The girl made some progress, and gradually, the man's expression was no longer calm.

……

Ye Qingxin was a little tired, she closed her eyes and fell into Jing Boyuan's arms, Jing Boyuan reached out to catch her, carried her to the big bed, and put her under the quilt.

Jing Boyuan went to the cloakroom to put on his pajamas, went to bed and hugged Ye Qingxin.

A good night's sleep.

On the weekend of the second day, Jing Boyuan rested.

Ye Qingxin woke up in his arms. He smelled like he had just bathed. She admired this man's perseverance.

She used to get up early for a run every morning, because the economic conditions were so poor at that time that she couldn't bear the toss of illness.

Later, gradually I stopped getting up early for running.

It may be because of dependencies.

Ye Qingxin turned around and hugged Jing Boyuan's body.

Jing Boyuan's cell phone vibrated.

His mobile phone was placed on the tea table, he gently took down the slender arms wrapped around his waist, quietly got up and got out of bed, Ye Qingxin was empty, and a chill hit her, she couldn't help wrapping the quilt tightly.

After a moment of silence, Jing Boyuan's voice sounded: "...I'll ask Xinxin, and I'll call you later."

Ye Qingxin opened her eyes and looked over.

Jing Boyuan was sitting on the sofa, leaning forward slightly, playing with the lighter in his hand.

After he closed the line, Ye Qingxin asked, "What's the matter?"

Jing Boyuan put down the phone, came over and Laye fell in love with her, rubbed her messy sleeping hair, and said: "Cheng Ruyu's phone call asked us to go out for dinner at night, and there will be a lot of people there, do you want to?" go?"

"Song Xianyu going?"

"So good with her?" Jing Boyuan smiled: "Should go."

"Then let's go too. I haven't seen her for many days."

Seeing her shining eyes, Jing Boyuan smiled knowingly, pinched her face, and said, "Okay."

all day.

Jing Boyuan stayed at home with Ye Qingxin, he wrote invitations on the coffee table, sometimes Ye Qingxin went over to help write two, sometimes helped him wrap up the written invitations, and more often lay on his back, watching Follow him to write.

This kind of time is a little boring, but it is quiet and beautiful. Even if the cold wind outside is biting, the house is always warm as spring.

Thinking that the two of them hadn't taken a photo yet, Ye Qingxin turned on the phone camera, set up the front camera, raised it up to face the two, and shouted: "Bo Yuan."

Jing Boyuan knew that she was taking selfies, so although he had no interest in taking selfies, he still raised his head in cooperation.

With a click, the screen freezes.

Ye Qingxin looked at the two people on the phone, and the more she looked at them, the more she felt that they were a good match.

She sets photos as wallpapers and screensavers.

Turning around and seeing Jing Boyuan's black business phone on the coffee table, she pursed her lower lip, looked at Jing Boyuan's expression focused on the invitation, and called out: "Boyuan?"

Jing Boyuan gave a faint "hmm".

Ye Qingxin put the phone screen in front of him, "Does it look good?"

Jing Boyuan raised his eyelids and took a look, without commenting.

"Can I see your phone?" she asked cautiously.

She knows that people who do business will have secrets in their mobile phones that cannot be pryed by outsiders, especially for a successful man like Jing Boyuan who has made a lot of achievements in the business world, there will be many contact information of partners in his mobile phone.

Jing Boyuan looked up at her again, his eyes were insightful, he seemed to understand what Ye Qingxin wanted to do, and he didn't say yes or no.

Without speaking, Ye Qingxin only regarded him as the default.

Quietly reaching out to Jing Boyuan's cell phone, seeing that Jing Boyuan didn't say anything, she was secretly happy, but when she got the phone in her hand and turned on the screen, she realized that she was too happy too early.

There is a fingerprint password.

Ye Qingxin looked at Jing Boyuan's hand resentfully, and then at his eyes, without saying a word, just watching.

Jing Boyuan raised his head to meet her eyes, and the two looked at each other for a long time. Ye Qingxin stepped forward and put his arms around his neck, and kissed the corner of his lips, "How about a kiss for the right to use the phone?"

Jing Bo was silent.

Ye Qingxin stared at him for a while, then suddenly rushed over and pushed him down on the sofa. There were only two people in the villa, and Ye Qingxin had no scruples.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qingxin winked and asked him, "Can I use your phone now?"

The clothes on Jing Boyuan's body were messed up, he was silent, his eyes were deep, but there was a trace of satisfaction on his face that he couldn't hide in time.

He reached out to take the phone from the coffee table, Ye Qingxin didn't even see which finger he used to unlock it, Jing Boyuan had already handed the phone to her.

Ye Qingxin sat aside, sent the photo to Jing Boyuan's phone via WeChat, and set the photo as the wallpaper and screensaver of the black business phone.

After setting it up, Ye Qingxin looked at it, her eyes smiling into two crescent moons.

Turning his head to look at Jing Boyuan, the man has already tidied up his clothes, his brows and eyes have returned to calmness and seriousness, and it is not at all obvious that he has just experienced a ridiculous experience.

Ye Qingxin put his phone back where it was. She didn't look at Jing Boyuan's phone like other women look at a man's phone.

Although I am also curious about who usually contacts Jing Boyuan and whether there are any women.

Leaning on Jing Boyuan's shoulder and watching him write the invitation for a while, he fell asleep unconsciously.

As soon as Jing Boyuan turned his head, he saw Ye Qingxin's quiet appearance with her eyes lightly closed, her long eyelashes slightly curled, with distinct roots, trembling with her breathing, like a black butterfly about to fly.

He put down his pen, carried her back to the master bedroom, put her gently on the bed, tucked her in the quilt, and kissed her red-stained lips.

Thinking of the absurdity downstairs just now, he was suddenly very happy.

The man who learned that Ye Qingxin is passionate is him.

Jing Boyuan stretched out his hand to untie Ye Qingxin's tightly tied hair, so that she could sleep more comfortably, slid his fingertips across her delicate cheeks, and said to himself: "Fortunately, it was me you met."

Go downstairs.

The mobile phone on the coffee table downstairs vibrated, Jing Boyuan walked over, picked up the mobile phone, and the first thing that caught his eye was the selfie photo of him and Ye Qingxin.

For a mature man his age, whether it's taking a selfie or using a photo as a screensaver, it's unintentionally childish.

After answering the call, he glanced at Ye Qingxin's big shining eyes on the wallpaper, a gentle smile flashed across them, and he put the phone back to its original place without doing anything.

　Second watch, 5 minutes later

　　
　
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