I Possessed Iron Man

I Possessed Iron Man Chapter 129

Xiao Rongyu responded quickly to the message, Ye Qingyang lay on the sofa and picked up the cellphone to take a look.

"I'm next to Sister Peibo. There is too much backlog these days. Sister Peibo is going to let me work overtime with her."

Ye Qingyang silently patted his own Forehead, doesn't it mean that Americans commute to get off work on time?

Why do you encounter all kinds of alternatives?

Am I crossing over a fake America?

"Then when do you get off work? I have something for you."

Ye Qingyang fell asleep in Xiao Rongyu's room after sending the text message.

It may be because of the warm environment, or because of the body fragrance of Xiao Rongyu in the room.

Anyway, when Ye Qingyang woke up, the clock hand on the wall was already pointing to 10 o'clock.

The lights are lit outside, and the lively New Yorker people have opened a new round of nightlife.

"Click-"

The door of the room outside rang, Ye Qingyang hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Xiao Rongyu saw a pair of men's shoes by the porch at the door, knowing that Ye Qingyang must be at home, and she was instantly overjoyed.

She slowly took off her two high-heeled shoes and stepped on the floor with her feet wearing only a thin layer of stockings, which was piercingly cold.

Xiao Rongyu cautiously pushed open the bedroom door, Ye Qingyang was lying on the bed, and she seemed to be able to hear a slight snoring.

Two feet in stockings slowly approached the bedside, looking at Ye Qingyang's quiet face.

Xiao Rongyu couldn't help lowering her head, wanting to kiss his forehead.

Just as her lips were about to touch, Xiao Rongyu only felt a strong force, her body involuntarily fell into Ye Qingyang's arms, she was caught off guard and wanted to scream, but her voice was blocked. stuck in throat.

"wu wu wu --"

Xiao Rongyu's protesting voice turned into a spring breeze and drizzle, reaching Ye Qingyang's ears, more like cheering for him, standing on his feet to cheer , Ye Qingyang unconsciously increased the strength in his hand.

"The lights are so bright, can you turn them off?"

Xiao Rongyu's lips were slightly swollen, she shyly stuck her head out of the quilt and said pitifully.

Chapter 82 Happy Birthday

Hearing Xiao Rongyu's coquettish anger, Ye Qingyang woke up and scolded himself for being smug and forgetting his business.

He got up and pulled Xiao Rongyu up from the bed, and tidied up his messed up clothes.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Ye Qingyang asked lovingly.

Xiao Rongyu shook the head, had an extra day's shift, and called Ye Qingyang in the street, so she hurried home, even rejecting Pepper's invitation to supper.

"Fool, why didn't you tell me earlier." Ye Qingyang stroked her hair

"Go wash and I'll cook you something delicious."

Xiao Rongyu rubbed Ye Qingyang's palm with great enjoyment, then obediently took some clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Ye Qingyang felt the residual warmth of his fingers and couldn't help but put it on his nose and sniffed.

Well, it's spring, the smell of estrogen on the African savannah.

After taking a shower, Xiao Rongyu walked out with a fresh and attractive scent. Seeing that Ye Qingyang was busy in the kitchen, she hurried over.

Ye Qingyang turned around when he heard the footsteps, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

A pair of slim blue ice silk shorts with a simple white crew-neck shirt on top. The high-squeezed career line lets Ye Qingyang know that she is not wearing b

a , really simple and casual.

"Tony, let me fight for you."

Xiao Rongyu walked over to get the kitchen knife in Ye Qingyang's hand, but Ye Qingyang diddge gently, but she didn't succeed.

Angrily said

"Today is your birthday, you are the oldest, you can watch TV in the living room with peace of mind, and the food will be ready soon!"

"Ah ——Today is my birthday?"

Xiao Rongyu just remembered, she didn't remember at all after a busy day of business.

After all, she has been in the United States of America for five or six years, and she is used to her birthday. No one here remembers or knows her birthday.

Looking at Ye Qingyang's back, she only felt that her eyes were a little wet.