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Chapter 39 Successful Man X Provoking Women (8)
The space in the car was small, and the two of them were panting. Although the weather was cold, the warm air was on and a thin layer of sweat appeared on their bodies. Close together, it's a bit crooked.
Cen Simiao put his chin against his chest, closed his eyes and rested for a while, feeling the hand on his back slowly sliding down. She looked up, the flattery in the corner of her eyes had not faded, and her voice was a little lazy: "You haven't enjoyed it?"
Qiu Xijie groped.
She lowered her head and bit down her chest. There was a slap on the buttocks in an instant, nothing was separated, the meat was close to the meat, and the voice was very crisp.
Qiu Xijie was excited, and her expression was annoyed, which actually stimulated him. This car won't stop for a while.
This car was specially transported when it came, and it was more convenient when thinking about where to go for errands. didn't want to use it here.
Cen Simiao snorted.
He raised his eyebrows, isn't this also an errand? What's wrong.
When it came time to go back in a blink of an eye, Cen Simiao was packing up her luggage in the room, bending over, and looking at the luggage to see if there was anything left behind. Qiu Xijie took a Coke, walked over to join in the fun, and put her arm around her shoulders: "Have you packed my luggage?"
There was a piece of clothing that was too slippery and wrinkled after folding it several times. Cen Simiao was impatient and simply threw it in, and then got off the plane to iron it.
Qiu Xijie didn't wait for a reply. She lowered her eyes and frowned. This was too sloppy. She was about to close the suitcase, hold it on, take out her clothes, throw them on the bed and refold them.
"You are so rough."
The tone was sarcasm, without concealing the least. Cen Simiao did not answer the question, frowning: "Are you sure you want me to help pack your luggage?"
The clothes in Qiu Xijie's hands became obedient, with no wrinkles at all, and the material was smooth. Take it smoothly, then put the suitcase in her ears, and put it in her ears: "I've been ruined by you, so please take your luggage by."
Cen Simiao went to pinch him. What was it called? With a lot of effort, Qiu Xijie glanced at her and patted the hand on his arm away without any pity.
The back of his hand was red.
She pursed her lips, lowered her head and rubbed without saying a word, listening carefully. After a while, there was no one close by her side, and her brows frowned. Qiu Xijie found her coat from the closet and put it on, turned around, hands Holding a towel in, threw it at her.
"Put this on for me, as well as wash things, remember to put them away."
After speaking, took a sip of the coffee cup.
Especially leisurely.
Yes, she admires it. Cen Simiao grabbed the towel in her hand, endured, and then heard him mumble, go quickly, or miss the time to leave.
She walked up to her, but Qiu Xijie hadn't reacted yet, and the coffee cup in her hand was snatched away. She almost got her clothes on, and her eyes widened.
Just about to get angry, Cen Simiao coldly said, "What do you want to say?"
What he was about to say got stuck, his expression on his brows changed, and he whistled at her: "You are free."
After a few hours on the plane, Cen Simiao dragged his suitcase home, and Qiu Xijie walked directly to the company, leaving her alone. Fortunately, there was no congestion on the road, and there was not much meeting before entering the house.
Cen Simiao took off her high heels, her feet tired, and she lay on the suitcase casually, lying on the sofa, suddenly feeling weak.
Without much effort, squinted and fell asleep.
When woke up, the room was pitch black, and the moon outside was rising, but it was a bit dim, and there was almost no light through the French windows. She was still a little confused, and she hugged her arms unconsciously, she was quite cold with nothing on her body.
With the bag still on his hand, yawning, he fumbled out the phone from the inside, thinking that there should be a miss.
Unlock.
The screen lit up a bit dazzling, and she subconsciously swiped it to see the missed reminder.
empty.
Cen Simiao's mind was not clear at this moment, and she frowned and stared for a while before realizing that there was nothing. She pursed her lips, threw the phone aside, and didn't look at it again.
The favorability is 60%, can it be fake?
Turn on the light, Cen Simiao went to the refrigerator to get a drink. After so many days, the rest of the snacks should be thrown away. After taking a sip, it was cold from the throat to the stomach.
His head was a little groggy, and he became more energetic.
Suddenly the phone rang and text messages sounded. She took two more sips, then ran to the sofa holding the drink can, picked up the phone, and Qiu Xijie sent it.
It's okay, and the lack of favorability is all false.
When opened it, was a little suffocated.
Cen Simiao stared at this sentence for a long time, bit the tip of his tongue, and replied "OK".
Then there was no news on the other side.
When Jiwen came back, he was very tired, and he was even more miserable than when Cen Simiao first entered the house. He was also in a very bad mood. He originally thought that he could persuade Mr. Qi to take advantage of this opportunity to grab the business, but he didn't know what was going on. He said it well, but he began to hesitate.
Cen Simiao went to put him in the bath water, then hung up his coat, with a very gentle attitude.
The bathroom door closed.
She immediately changed her expression, took out her mobile phone from her pocket and went directly to Mr. Qi's phone number. In the middle of the night, she was lying in the room with her fingertips scratching the number.
Still did not dial out.
After waiting patiently for a few days, Qiu Xijie still didn't move. Since he called back, except for the text message, he has never contacted again.
Cen Simiao took the initiative to find the door.
He was lying on the sofa and fell asleep. He got up and opened the door with a tired face. His hair was messy. He was a little surprised when he saw her appear: "Why are you here?"
The table was clean and there were no scattered documents. She put down her bag and raised her eyes: "Well, come and have a look. Are you still busy?"
Qiu Xijie lay back on the sofa again, his eyes were sore, staring at the ceiling, his ears filled with what Cen Simiao said, and he couldn't react for a while.
I was really busy a few days ago, and have improved a lot recently, otherwise wouldn’t be resting at home. He responded casually and closed his eyes again, lethargic.
Cen Simiao sat aside, his attitude was extremely cold, and occasionally promised a few words to tell her that he heard it. Cen Simiao bit the tip of her tongue. She guessed she was right.
Qiu Xijie was guilty of an old problem and turned his face in denial.
If you want to stay awake at all times, even if you are too crooked, you have to pinch your thighs and tell yourself that you can't get involved with her.
Cen Simiao felt tired for him.
She stood up and went to the refrigerator to get a Coke. It felt cold to the touch. Just opened it, Qiu Xijie sat up on the sofa, frowning, she had already taken a sip, and her tone was unpleasant: "It's such a cold day, and drinking cold drinks, have you got a good cold? ."
Cen Simiao was taken aback, and it took a while before he realized that he was talking about the cold at the beach.
The corners of her lips were bent and her eyes were heavy, she turned her head and was about to speak when she heard the door bang. Meng Yue was standing at the door carrying the cooked food, his cheeks were a little red, which should have been blown by the wind.
She has a brisk tone. Since coming in, she has not stopped laughing except when she sees Cen Simiao.
"Boss, try it quickly. I know you have been very busy lately. It is rare to rest at home. You must not have a good meal. I made it specially and brought it over. It is your favorite."
Suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked at Cen Simiao, smiling sweeter: "It should be my favorite, maybe I might be mistaken. Sister, help me see, is he likes it?"
Qiu Xijie was already eating with chopsticks.
She glanced at it, and it was delicious: "I don't know what he likes to eat."
A smile appeared in Meng Yue's eyes.
Then I heard: "I only know that he is relatively inhuman in bed."
Qiu Xijie suddenly choked, coughed a few times, his eyes were full of smiles, and he couldn't bear it. He glanced at Cen Simiao and said nothing.
Meng Yue's face turned black.
After a while, the two of them talked about work again. Qiu Xijie was eating and listening carefully to Meng Yue's words. Cen Simiao stayed aside, as if she had become a transparent person.
She stood up: "Then I will go first."
Qiu Xijie paused and raised his eyes: "Sure, slow down the road."
Meng Yue pursed his lips, and quickly connected the conversation, pulling Qiu Xijie's attention back. It was not until Cen Simiao closed the door that he noticed that the person was gone.
At the gate of the community, Cen Simiao took out his cell phone and dialed the phone.
The tone over there is suspicious: "Hello, who is it?"
Cen Simiao stared at the passing vehicles, her eyes flickering: "Mr Qi."
She could hear her voice immediately, and her voice suddenly became more polite, and she said hello, and she was particularly considerate: "Is there anything to do with me, can you help me?"
She said as she walked, seemingly embarrassed: "Is Xijie by your side? He has been too busy recently, I can't find him. I think I might talk with you."
President Qi paused, he was particularly uncomfortable listening to these words, and after a few words, he hung up. After a while, heart became more and more itchy, thinking about Cen Simiao's appearance, felt intolerable.
Who on earth is she with now, Jiwen, don't lie to him.
In the past few days, Qiu Xijie was completely busy with the things at hand. Mr. Qi's attitude was loosened, and he seemed to have the intention of cooperation. He was in a particularly good mood.
It suddenly occurred to me that Cen Simiao hadn't contacted him for a long time.
Put on the home clothes, relax, and call her: "Where is it?"
Cen Simiao stared at the office building in front, thinking that President Qi should also come down, hearing the voice inside, and replied casually: "At home."
As soon as the voice fell, the car's whistle was very loud.
Qiu Xijie raised her eyebrows over there: "When is your house soundproofed so bad?"
Cen Simiao's voice softened, a little bit coquettish, especially attractive: "Do you miss me?"
His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and his Adam's apple moved: "Come to my house."
She squinted her eyes, and a person came out of the office building, and it gradually became clear, Mr. Qi's appearance, with her lips bent: "I don't want you."
Then hung up the phone.
Her words were soft and charming, and Qiu Xijie, who had been provoked, suddenly became more uncomfortable. He stared at the cocked one, frowned and untied the belt buckle.
Cen Simiao was holding coffee in her hand, pretending to be looking at her phone, her eyebrows were displeased, and her mouth was still muttering: "If you have the ability, just ignore me."
I didn't see the road under my feet, and ran into it instantly.
Coffee splashed him all over.
Mr. Qi frowned instantly, raised his eyes, and was stunned. Speaking directly to invite her to dinner, Cen Simiao didn't seem to react, and refused repeatedly, for fear of avoiding it.
In the end, he even said the words to accompany the clothes and money, wishing to get rid of him quickly.
The energy in Mr. Qi's heart was immediately hooked out.
After a while, Cen Simiao left, went to the cake shop to buy food, and was in a very good mood. Suddenly the phone rang, Qiu Xijie called, his mouth was particularly unfocused, and it seemed to be lazy.
Absolutely nothing good.
She raised her brows: "I won't tell you, Jiwen is going home for dinner tonight, I have to prepare well."
Qiu Xijie's originally smiling lips paused. After thinking about these words several times in his heart, he felt a little uncomfortable. He had already said: "Come, don't delay your being a good wife and mother. Don't show your stuff."
Cen Simiao was unexpectedly obedient: "No, my feelings for him are real."
His jaw tightened, he glanced at the phone, hung up and left it alone, pressing his lips tightly.
In the past few days, President Qi got news, and strangely took the initiative to ask him out to discuss business. Qiu Xijie responded with twelve points of spirit and had a very pleasant chat.
But it just doesn't get to the point.
Qiu Xijie was patient, knowing that this matter was in a hurry, so he spoke kindly for a while, Mr. Qi pinched the cigarette in his hand, took a sip, and lowered his eyelashes.
Suddenly the conversation turned around: "The last time I saw the person next to you, how is it going?"
Qiu Xijie was stunned for a moment, his face changed, and a smile came up on his lips: "It's still the same, anyway, everything is tired of being together."
President Qi nodded and flicked the ashes away: "That's a good girl, you have to cherish it."
He raised his brows and just about to answer, Mr. Qi put out the cigarette directly and leaned on the chair with a weird tone: "She is precious and worth a business."
Qiu Xijie had sharp eyes.
Mr. Qi didn't panic, curled his lips: "Do you know what I mean?"