Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 43

When Jing Sheng called to say that he was about to arrive at the supermarket, Yu Zhile deliberately pushed the car to the elevator on the second floor to wait for him.

Sure enough, the man rushed over as soon as he got off work, with a briefcase in his hand.

Yu Zhile, who caught a glimpse of the end, didn't move up slowly along the elevator, and rushed to her side in three steps at a time, and pulled out a smile that could make people suffer from snow blindness on the spot:
"Oh, it's late."

Yu Zhile glanced at him: "I have to come here."

"It's all here," Jing Sheng looked down at the odds and ends in her car: "I bought it for a long time, and that's all?"

"If you buy too much, you won't need it." Yu Zhile replied.

Jing Sheng went to pull her handle, and turned the shopping cart in a different direction: "Buy more, and eat at your place tonight."

Yu Zhile stabilized the car and looked back: "Go to my place?"

"Hey, yes," he looked sideways, "Why don't you go to my place?"

Yu Zhile shook his head very slowly, and paused every word: "No, go."

Jing Sheng said, "Then go to your place."

Yu Zhile stopped: "How can I eat that?"

"You don't have a kitchen?"

"There is a kitchen," Yu Zhile replied, "I don't know how to cook."

"You don't know? There are things you don't know?" Jing Sheng was extremely surprised, and then smiled triumphantly: "It's okay, I can."

"You will?" This is unexpected.

"Yes," the man answered lightly, as if he could do it with a little effort: "When I was in school in England, my classmates used to eat one meal and then read the next one all day long, saying that my craft is more addictive than marijuana. .”

It blows like real.Yu Zhile nodded slightly, with suspicion still in his eyes: "Not bragging?"

"Absolutely no bragging."

"Then you go to my place to show your hand?"

"Okay."

Pushing the cart back to the fresh vegetable area, Yu Zhile stopped in front of a counter with sliced ​​snowflake beef and asked, "Do you want to buy this?"

"You can buy whatever you want, and I can do whatever you want," Jing Sheng frowned suddenly, and asked seriously, "Aren't you picky about food?"

It doesn't mean that Zhile opened his mouth, he first curled the corner of his mouth: "No, you are picky eaters, otherwise you wouldn't like me who is so picky."

Yu Zhile raised his eyebrows, noncommittal to his words.

"You should choose the one you like," Jing Sheng persuaded, "What do you fear most in life? Being forced to do something you don't want to do."

Yu Zhile put his hands lightly on the handle: "It's not bad for someone to fill his stomach."

"Then set the requirements higher." Jing Sheng leaned out and asked for five catties from the master of the piece of fat beef: "It becomes what you like to eat."

"It's too much." Yu Zhile pulled down his five fingers that were erected there, extremely arrogant.

Even the master was surprised: "Yes, you two stutter so much?"

Young couple?
This title obviously pleased Jing Sheng, and he immediately praised: "Master, if you put it this way, I want to add another five catties."

master:"???"

Yu Zhile smiled dryly twice: "Don't pay attention to him."

After weighing a lot of fruits, vegetables, meat and seafood that he wanted and didn't want to eat, Yu Zhile was helplessly dragged to the dairy by Mr. Jing, who was rich and powerful.

The two stood in front of the freezer.

"Do you want to drink yogurt?" Jing Sheng asked.

"You choose." You are a milk-addicted teenager.

"Hiss." Jing Sheng gasped, and quickly replied, "You pick, I'll drink whatever you choose."

Only then did Yu Zhile notice that he was wearing a white shirt under his leather jacket and a narrow tie in an orthodox way: "You're just wearing a shirt?"

Jing Sheng narrowed his eyes and glanced at his clothes: "Yes."

"Isn't it cold?" the woman asked.

Jing Sheng replied, "It's cold."

Yu Zhile ordered: "Zip up the zipper."

Jing Sheng immediately waved his hand: "No, it won't be handsome when you pull it up."

Yu Zhile: "..."

After staring at each other for two seconds, Jing Sheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran behind Yu Zhile, muttering, "You can help me block the wind from the freezer in front."

Yu Zhile: "..."

Just as she was about to say "Stupid", Yi Lian's long and strong arms had passed through her armpit and crossed in front of her.

No response at all.

The man hugged her firmly, and his chin rested on her left shoulder.

Her back and his chest were tightly pressed together without leaving a gap, as if they had grown together.

The customers who were also buying fresh milk all looked here and snickered.

Yu Zhile felt that her cheeks were generating uncontrollable heat, she arched her left shoulder hard, and made sure that this strength would definitely give Jing Sheng a knowing blow to the jaw, and then reminded in a icy voice:

"Get out of the way, it's all human."

Jing Sheng was close at hand and replied: "I am absorbing heat, don't move, I will go crazy."

He said it with air flow, with a seven-point smile and three-point viciousness, with a deliberately malicious sex appeal.

Yu Zhile slowly pushed the cart away, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Get up when you finish smoking."

Jing Sheng followed her step by step, his breath was like tongues of fire, and licked her ears: "No, I can't get up."

Yu Zhile: "Why?"

Jing Sheng still smiled: "It's the same principle as ice cubes. It's solid and can stand still, but it melts as soon as it absorbs heat. You must set it up properly, otherwise I will only be trampled on the beach."

Heh, Yu Zhile let out a chuckle: "Jing Sheng, are you tired of working?"

"I'm already dead."

"How did you die?"

He suddenly tightened her waist, the strength could almost pull her up from the ground: "Don't worry about it, I am no different from a walking dead now."

"..."

Ugh--

Yu Zhile sighed inwardly, how to be immune to this guy's endless sweet talk, I'm afraid it's really a problem of the century.

After leaving the supermarket, the sun was setting.

In the community, many lights in the flower gardens have been turned on, making preparations in advance for the night that will still come unexpectedly in early spring.

The door of the corridor where Yu Zhile lives has been broken for a while.
Some owners have reported the situation, but no one has been sent to repair it. The property fee is like a waste of money.

Going upstairs, before entering the door, Yu Zhile turned around and emphasized: "My environment is very bad, don't mind."

The man who is down-to-earth and sticks to his words, carrying two big bags of items, nodded obediently twice.

But when the door was actually opened, the simplicity of this house, no, the shabby level, completely exceeded Jing Sheng's expectation.

"You live here?!" He asked in disbelief when he entered.

Yu Zhile kowtowed, threw a pair of slippers to him, and said short and lightly, "Yes."

"Thanks to my coming, it's a little more luxuriant."

"..." Yu Zhile tilted his head slightly, not wanting to pay attention to the emotion coming from the back of his head, and took all the random things to the kitchen.

"You have so many posters of men on your wall?" Some people began to struggle with the layout of their home.

"It's my favorite singer and band."

"I know it!" He changed the subject, angrily: "You take off your clothes and sleep under their noses every day? Are you sorry for me?"

"..." Yu Zhile deeply admired this brain circuit.

After pointing out Yu Zhile's rough "boudoir" style, Jing Sheng finally got tired, sat back at the table, and brought up the old story again: "You really don't think about living with me?"

"We'll talk about it later." Yu Zhile picked up the tomatoes into the vegetable sink.

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, everything will come to naught." Well, the idiot even made up a poem.

After rubbing Flammulina velutipes in the strong current, Yu Zhile suddenly felt a little puzzled, and turned to look at the man who was sitting there all the time, looking at her with his cheeks propped up: "Didn't you say you cook?"

"I'm burning it." Jing Sheng replied.

"Then you sit?"

"It's not my turn yet."

"..." Yu Zhile suddenly realized: "Oh, you are only responsible for the cooking step, aren't you?"

Jing Sheng tapped on the table with the back of his finger: "Right! Madame is too smart, full marks for comprehension!"

Yu Zhile sneered, then turned around: "Come here."

Jing Sheng ran to her side without stopping.

Yu Zhile put the tomato basket in front of him with a bang: "What you want to buy tomatoes, and what you want to do, you handle it."

"Okay." Jing Sheng nodded, took a fruit knife, drew a small cross in the middle of each tomato, skewered it with the chopsticks next to it, and then went to the gas stove.

Yu Zhile looked back and saw that he had already started the fire, hung the tomatoes on it, and turned slowly, with a super focused expression.

"You roast tomatoes?" she asked.

"You stupid, peel off."

"Aren't you stupid, didn't you scald it with boiling water?"

"It's faster and better to peel."

"Really?"

"Learn from Weifu."

... Virtue.

Jing Sheng's method really worked. Soon, several tomatoes were stripped of their shells, leaving them bare.

He made a fat beef in sour soup, and insisted that it is his specialty dish, he can go out and open a shop, and it is also the first choice of word-of-mouth on the menu.

Men and women match, work is not tired.

For an hour or so, three meals and one soup were served on the table.

Yu Zhile served him a meal, and the latter took his job proudly and returned to the table, as if he was walking down the red carpet holding some top chef's trophy in the world.

Eat and drink well.

Yu Zhile volunteered to do the dishes.Jing Sheng sat at the table, propped the corner of his mouth, and stared at the woman in front of the pool without blinking.

The light there was not on, but it was just right, just right, casting a layer of soft light on the woman's Miaoman's back.

This woman is really incredible, sometimes she is like a stubborn stone, holding it in her hand, no matter how much you cover it, she can't cover it; Full of warmth.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, Jing Sheng called her: "Yu Zhile."

"Why?" Yu Zhile didn't look back.

"Have you finished washing?"

"almost."

"Don't wash it."

"why?"

"come over."

Yu Zhile didn't understand what was wrong with Jing Sheng, so he turned around and stood beside him, "What's the matter?"

Jing Sheng patted his thigh: "I won't wash it anymore, I'll take a break."

"..." Yu Zhile turned around.

The hand was grabbed, "Come back."

He provoked her: "Why don't you just sit on your legs, you are shy."

Yu Zhile turned her head, her eyes followed the line of her arms, down to their clasped hands: "Sit on your lap, then what?"

"Just sit on my lap...well," after thinking for a while, "give me a hug."

"Are you feeling it?"

"..." Why the hell does she always speak so directly: "Here we are, sit down and let me take it easy."

"Can you slow down?" She was deeply skeptical.

Jing Sheng couldn't bear it any longer, and pulled her back to him, "Sit down as long as you want, there's no need to talk so much, this is your special seat."

Yu Zhile couldn't stagger, and just sat down in front of him.She could only adjust her body and sit still.

purpose achieved.

Jing Sheng was very close, raised his eyes and sighed: "I just feel that my life has lasted a bit."

"Crazy." Yu Zhile turned his eyes away, his eyes were bright, and seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Jing Sheng's hands naturally covered her waist, bringing her closer to him.He could find a reason for himself: "It's human nature to be full of warmth and think about sex."

Yu Zhile retorted: "How did I hear that the granaries are full and know the etiquette?"

"It's not the same, the two are different, one is for a one-time use, and the other is for a long time," Jing Sheng snorted, "Don't try to fool me."

Yu Zhile felt more and more that this kid had a lot of knowledge and a lot of opinions in his head, but he just liked to show the cheap look of a playboy with a hippie smile.

She didn't know why, but he was more charming like this.

"Sit so close and have a kiss?" she suggested.

"Don't ask in the future, just kiss if you want." The man had already bit her lower lip.

Jing Sheng put her on the narrow bed, and he followed her closely to hold her down.

Then, she heard a knock on the door with a distinct reality.

boom,
dong dong,

Several times in a row, as if tapping on Zhile's eardrum, as if to wake her up.

(End of this chapter)