Chapter 94 School Anniversary
After the kiss, Liang Jingwan's whole body softened, her hand was held tightly by Gu Zhengchen, her breathing gradually became rapid, and her heart beat wildly in her chest.
A low laugh came to my ears, followed by the man's deep voice, "I've kissed you so many times, why are you still like this?"
Hearing this, Liang Jingwan raised her eyes and glared at Gu Zhengchen.
After finishing the toffee, Liang Jingwan took another piece of chocolate. At this moment, she stared at Gu Zhengchen defensively, fearing that he would come up to her again.
Gu Zhengchen looked at her wary face and found it funny. He raised his hand, pinched the soft flesh on her cheek with his thumb and index finger, and squeezed it gently. He felt a delicate and smooth touch on his hand.
After dinner in the evening, Gu Zhengchen took a few documents and went to the study. After a while, Liang Jingwan saw that it was already past nine o'clock and went upstairs with a glass of milk.
Liang Jingwan opened the study door, and Gu Zhengchen was standing on the balcony making a phone call. The cold wind blew the curtains, forming waves, and the man's deep and warm voice also entered the room.
"Compile the year-on-year revenue data for the first three quarters and give it to me before the breakfast meeting tomorrow morning..."
Liang Jingwan placed the glass on the table and closed the window on one side. The sound made Gu Zhengchen look back.
Not long after, Gu Zhengchen ended the call, walked back, closed the glass door, and placed his cell phone on the desk. Just as he was about to pick up the tea cup, he was stopped by Liang Jingwan.
“It’s so late and we’re still drinking tea.”
A soft, boneless hand gently pressed on the back of his hand. Gu Zhengchen let go of the tea cup in a good-natured manner. But facing the milk Liang Jingwan handed him, he said, "Drink it yourself."
"I drank downstairs."
Liang Jingwan raised the glass and placed it against the corner of Gu Zhengchen's mouth, making it clear that she wanted to feed him.
After staring at Liang Jingwan for two or three seconds, seeing her insistence, Gu Zhengchen had a helpless smile in his eyes, and he could only open his mouth obediently, his Adam's apple twitching.
After drinking, Gu Zhengchen raised his arm to take the glass out of Liang Jingwan's hand, put it aside, and then hugged her sideways.
Liang Jingwan's hands were empty at first, and then she was picked up in the air. She put her hands on Gu Zhengchen's shoulders helplessly, "You...you don't want to read the document?"
"It's time to rest."
In the bedroom, the desk lamp was dimly lit, shrouded in a layer of dusk.
Liang Jingwan knelt on the soft bed, raised her eyes and stared at Gu Zhengchen, who was half leaning on the head of the bed. Gu Zhengchen's eyes were deep, she pursed her lips nervously, and unconsciously licked her dry lower lip.
One hand moved forward to untie the drawstring of his pants, and the other hand held up his long hair. He lowered his head and bent over, forming a graceful arc around his waist.
……
Gu Zhengchen's hand pressed forcefully on the back of Liang Jingwan's neck, and the veins in his big hand were bulging.
After a while, Liang Jingwan moved to the bed.
After throwing the tissue into the trash can, she raised her hand and picked up the mineral water on the bedside table and rinsed her mouth. When she turned around, before she could react, Gu Zhengchen's big hand pressed on her shoulder blade, her head buried in the pillow, and her body felt cold. , the nightgown was lifted.
……
The next morning.
When Liang Jingwan opened her eyes, she heard the buzzing sound of machines in her ears. She lifted the thin quilt, took the nightgown at the end of the bed, put it on, and walked into the bathroom.
Gu Zhengchen was shaving, and Liang Jingwan walked forward sleepily, put her hands around his waist, and rubbed her face against his strong back.
Gu Zhengchen put one hand out to touch the small hands on his waist and abdomen. After a while, Liang Jingwan stretched her head and looked at Gu Zhengchen in the mirror. His chin was covered with white foam and was shaved off bit by bit with a razor.
Seeing her interest, Gu Zhengchen left the last bit of foam, turned around, and put the razor in Liang Jingwan's hand.
"I won't."
"It's okay."
Liang Jingwan held Gu Zhengchen's chin with her left hand, and slid the razor carefully with her right hand.
After going back and forth for five minutes, Liang Jingwan was really at a loss and could only put the razor into Hui Zhengchen's hands.
After Gu Zhengchen changed his clothes, Liang Jingwan was still brushing his teeth and placed a kiss on his forehead. "There is a breakfast meeting in the morning. I'll go out first." Liang Jingwan still had toothpaste foam in her mouth, so she could only nod her head to show that she understood.
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That afternoon, Liang Jingwan returned to Yulong Bay and saw a certain figure.
"It's rare to see you at home."
Liang Mingyuan turned around and saw Liang Jingwan, "It's rare for me to see you at home."
Liang Jingwan snorted softly, carried her bag, and went up to the second floor.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Liang Mingyuan's voice came, "Sister."
Liang Jingwan walked over and opened the door, "Is something wrong?"
Liang Mingyuan was holding two suit jackets in his hand, "Help me take a look, which one looks better?"
Liang Jingwan took a few steps back and stepped out of the way to let him enter the room. She frowned slightly as she looked at Liang Mingyuan, who was "brightly blooming".
"Are you going to the beauty pageant?"
"I will attend an event tomorrow and dress up in a grand manner." Liang Mingyuan said.
Liang Jingwan put her hand on the coat rack and leaned slightly, "What activity?"
"The anniversary of the Academy of Fine Arts."
Academy of Fine Arts?
Liang Jingwan's eyes flickered, "Dad is going too?"
Liang Mingyuan shook his head, "It's just that dad didn't want to go, so he asked me to go."
Her fingers tapped on the wooden frame, making a "dong dong dong" sound. Liang Jingwan's eyes rolled back and forth, "I'll go with you tomorrow."
As soon as these words came out, Liang Mingyuan paused in changing his coat, "Sister, tomorrow is Saturday?"
Liang Jingwan nodded, "I know."
"You...don't stay with your brother-in-law?"
"I think the performance at the school anniversary is more attractive to me." Liang Jingwan looked at Liang Mingyuan seriously.
Liang Mingyuan tried his best to persuade, "The school anniversary is just an ordinary school anniversary. Brother-in-law is more important. You..."
But until he went to bed that night, Liang Mingyuan could not stop Liang Jingwan from going to the Academy of Fine Arts' anniversary.
The next day was the anniversary of the Academy of Fine Arts.
The car was parked in the parking lot and the two of them walked on campus.
A huge three-dimensional sign is placed at the school entrance to display the 95th anniversary of the school's founding, and student volunteers are distributing anniversary gift bags and brochures.
Liang Jingwan looked at the exhibition of calligraphy works with great interest, while Liang Mingyuan, who was by her side, was a little absent-minded. He would open WeChat from time to time to see if there was any information coming in. However, his hope was dashed, as there was no message sent by the person he wanted to see. information.
Liang Jingwan reminded in a low voice: "Are you here to see the works or to play with your mobile phone?"
Liang Mingyuan had no choice but to put his mobile phone into his pocket and accompany Liang Jingwan as appointed. Looking at Liang Jingwan's serious look, he was secretly curious in his heart, could his sister understand?
As soon as this idea came up, a clear female voice sounded, "Hello, classmate, can you introduce it to us?"
He Rongsheng was caught off guard and stopped, her ponytail drawing an arc in the air. She turned around and caught a glimpse of Liang Jingwan and Liang Mingyuan, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Liang Mingyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he glanced at Liang Jingwan subconsciously. Liang Jingwan looked normal, as if he had just asked a classmate to introduce his calligraphy works to him.