Romantic two people

Qiu Zining tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well. Probably because he was used to sleeping alone, and last night, there was a man on the small bed.

Probably because he was too sleepy last night, and he consumed too much energy after playing with friends all night. After getting off the car, he pressed her against the door and kissed her for a long time. When Qiu Zining opened the door and pulled him to the bed by the collar, his mind was confused and his palms were sweating. He didn't even dare to take off his sister's clothes. He just held her face and kissed her again and again. Then, as if he was sleepy, he pressed his head against her shoulder, murmured her name again, and fell asleep.

Qiu Zining felt a surge of evil fire--

Is this child sick? ! He is not pure when he should be pure, and he is not lustful when he should be lustful.

She wanted to kick him, and her knee pressed against his lower abdomen, which was hard. In his sleep, he grabbed the sole of her kicking foot, put it in his arms, lowered his head, and bit it.

Qiu Zining froze in place. The numbness came from the soles of her feet. The palms of the young man were hot, and so was his tongue. She cursed and pulled her feet back, doing the most provocative thing without knowing it.

When Qiu Zining finished taking a shower and changing into pajamas, Chen Ziang was already completely asleep. She simply rode on him, and her long nails scraped down his skin bit by bit, ears, neck, Adam's apple, collarbone, young and healthy skin, the breath of youth.

The lust sank, and jealousy came up.

Qiu Zining thought, she was old, and she was jealous of his youth.

Qiu Zining didn't touch the white and hot body. The man was still a perfect virgin after lying all night.

Qiu Zining woke up once at dawn, pulled off the blindfold, and pulled the quilt. The man next to her exuded the fragrance of young flesh. She subconsciously moved over and huddled in his arms.

When she woke up again, it was already afternoon. The sunlight shone through the curtains that she didn't have time to draw last night, making her eyes hurt. Until he was completely awake, Qiu Zining suddenly pushed the man, covered his forehead with the back of his hand, and kicked him awake: "I woke up, I woke up, I woke up..."

Chen Ziang woke up in a daze, looked at the ceiling and shouted: "Mom..."

When he saw Qiu Zining's shocked eyes, he quickly reacted: "Damn it, I... No... I'm sorry... Qiu Zining, I thought I was home."

Qiu Zining frowned and asked: "Aren't you 22?"

"I was only 22 after my birthday, and now I'm 21. This is the first time I woke up in a woman's bed." His mind was fuzzy, and he woke up a little. Then he found that there was a fragrance, warm, and sweet around him. The nightgown of the woman in front of him was bright and smooth, with ice-like skin and bones, and vacuum wrapped. The mature woman with flowing hair squinted at him. He was lying on his sister's bed.

His throat was tight and his face was hot. He didn't dare to look anymore, and subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover himself.

Qiu Zining saw the clue and just stood up: "You are quite timid when you are sober."

He felt uncomfortable and muttered, "I am a pure virgin."

After sleeping all night, the man's shirt was wrinkled into a knot. When he reacted, he hurriedly got up, not forgetting to make Qiu Zining's bed first, and then went into the bathroom with his hair in a mess to rinse his mouth and wash his face. The faucet in the bathroom sounded, Qiu Zining followed in, took out a new toothbrush from the drawer and handed it to the other party, thought about it and went back to the bedroom, found a set of men's T-shirts and handed them to him: "Change the one you are wearing, it's so wrinkled."

Chen Ziang took it, looked at it, and said a little sourly: "Who left it?"

"Ex-boyfriend. I accidentally packed it when I moved."

"When did you break up?" He chased after him and asked.

"What? You want to chase me?"

The boy quickly shook his head, "I don't want to, I just want to understand. I'm curious, what kind of person can win you over?" He put on his clothes while talking, which were a little tight. Seeing the size "m/175" engraved on the collar, the young man was a little proud: "Oh, he's not tall."

A man who is sober is not as cute as last night.

"Childish."

He pouted and came over to ask: "Why did you break up? Who proposed it?"

The afternoon sun shone on Chen Ziang's body. This slightly smaller dress was tightly tied to his body, showing the tight lines of the young man. He looked much better in this dress than Sun Yixun.

The sky was bright outside the window, and she lost her animal instinct from last night. Qiu Zi'ning looked Chen Zi'ang up and down, just with the simple idea of appreciating the beautiful body, but it was a pity that such a good body had a talkative mouth. She soon became impatient and ordered him to leave: "Okay, I'm busy." Chen Zi'ang seemed not to understand. His tall body was squeezed into a T-shirt one size smaller, and he swayed around the room, talking to Qiu Zi'ning while observing and looking at Qiu Zi'ning's new home. This house is on the edge of the Third Ring Road and is called Guangde International Apartment. The facade has golden marble tiles and gold-plated revolving doors, which gives it an international atmosphere. It sounds grand, but because of the developer, it has changed hands many times. The owner, advertising company, beauty salon, and hotel suites are all squeezed into one building, which has become a mixed-use apartment building for commercial and residential use. In addition to commercial water and electricity, there is no gas, so the unit price of this apartment is always not high. But the young man couldn't see these at all. He only knew that the housing prices in Beijing were ridiculously expensive, and this place was extremely grand. He looked at it with freshness and shock, and just replied: "You are busy! Don't worry about me. By the way, are you hungry? I'll order you some takeout. I know a place that has delicious braised chicken rice! You must try it!" "I don't eat this stuff." Qiu Zining interrupted ruthlessly, "If you really want to order me takeout, give me Heyuan. I often eat here. One fish maw and yellow croaker soup, one crab baked noodles, and another fried wagyu beef and white asparagus with sauce." After saying this, he carried the computer into the bedroom and knocked heavily on the bedroom door. There was no movement outside the door. Qiu Zining simply put on headphones and started reading and writing manuscripts. Her bedroom was also messy. There was a wall of windows with white gauze curtains, and there were faint tree shadows outside the windows. Facing the wall facing the bed was a pile of books of all kinds, literature, psychology, art and philosophy. Many of these books have been with her since she was in college. Every time she moved in Beijing, she threw away countless clothes, but the books always followed her.

The shadows of the trees in the afternoon fell on the curtains and moved slowly. Qiu Zining stretched and checked the edited public account for the last time and clicked send.

I was so immersed in writing that I realized I was hungry. I touched my stomach and heard a knock on the door: "Hello."

A muffled voice sounded outside the bedroom door: "Your takeaway has arrived."

It was Chen Ziang.

"Why hasn't this guy left yet!?" She was shocked, and then she became disgusted, with a kind of anger that her territory was invaded. Qiu Zining pushed the computer onto the bed, stepped on slippers, frowned, and pushed the door open aggressively with one sentence:

"What the hell are you..."

Qiu Zining shut up.

What made her shut up was the scene in front of her.

In just two hours, her living room was completely changed. The curtains were drawn open, the sun poured in warmly, and the windows were as clear and shiny as if they had been carefully wiped. The clothes piled on the sofa were tidied up and stacked neatly, and the takeaway boxes and waste paper on the coffee table were thrown away. The whole house became a little emptier, and the messy books were neatly placed on the bookcase. The floor was swept and wiped carefully, and the wooden floor was shining with a thin layer of light in the sun. He even unpacked the express delivery that was originally piled up on half a wall for her. All the express boxes and paper bags were flattened by him, tied together with wires, and placed at the door. He even put the shoes scattered in the entrance into the shoe box one by one...

"...So awesome."

Qiu Zining finished the rest of the sentence in a daze, looked at Chen Ziang who was holding the Heyuan takeaway, and confirmed again:

"You, you are not a college student... and you work part-time as a cleaner?"

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The courier rang the doorbell early in the morning. Sheng Yiqing was woken up, and she frowned and asked who it was. Chen Zhuan got up first, put on a T-shirt and shorts, rubbed his hair and opened the door.

The sound of unpacking parcels came from the living room. After an unknown amount of time, Chen Zhuan came to shake her: "Good boy, get up." Sheng Yiqing grumbled and complained: "What are you doing on the weekend?"

Chen Zhuan opened the curtains, removed her quilt, and said concisely: "Moving."

Sheng Yiqing didn't expect him to be serious.

The two lived in the neighborhood next door, and they were living together for a short period of time. Logically, the luggage they needed was not much, but Chen Zhuan still bought four or five cartons, borrowed a courier cart from the security guard, and dragged Sheng Yiqing to her home.

The door opened, and a room full of furry toys and messy scented candles came into view. Chen Zhuan said: "It's just a game, but I'm serious. Put the things you think are necessary in the box. I'll move them."

Sheng Yiqing repeated: "Are you serious? What if you can't play this cohabitation game?"

"I'll move it back for you."

Four huge cardboard boxes were neatly placed in Sheng Yiqing's living room. However, when the first box was quickly filled with dolls on the floor, Chen Zhuan became a little impatient: "...You want to take all the dolls away? No, uh, pack your daily necessities, clothes, cosmetics, etc."

Sheng Yiqing had no time to pay attention to him, and quickly packed the scented candles and blankets on the wall into a box and sealed it with tape, "What's the connection? Send these two boxes back first to empty them. It's not the turn of clothes and skin care products yet."

Chen Zhuan ran eight times that day.

His originally empty industrial-style living room was covered with colorful Turkish wool carpets, and the black leather sofa was piled with various furry dolls and toys. The cabinet against the wall was originally empty, with only a painting and figurines by Junji Ito, but it was soon filled with a variety of scented candles and jellycat potted dolls, and the vibrant colors covered up the eerie atmosphere.

Looking at the whole living room, there was no place to step.

The next thing to be invaded was his wardrobe. After Sheng Yiqing swept through the space, the cabinet door could hardly be closed. Chen Zhuan's clothes were squeezed to one-third of the space, and the remaining space was filled with folded and hung long and short household and sleeping skirts, pants, coats, shirts, stockings, scarves, hats, underwear and pants - how can a woman have so many clothes?

After Sheng Yiqing barely moved what she called "a small part of daily necessities that barely meet daily life", Chen Zhuan could even feel that his house was heavier than usual, more than three times heavier. What made him feel even more incredible was that even though so many things were moved out of Sheng Yiqing's house, Sheng Yiqing's house still didn't change much.

He took a photo of the living room and sent it to the group of Yu Youyang, Chi Wei and others.

Yu Youyang replied immediately: "Where is this? The things inside are very good, are they all thrown away?"

Chen Zhuan: "...My living room."

Yu Youyang screamed: "Have you been possessed?"

"...Yiqing moved in, and we decided to try to live together."

Probably only Yu Youyang and Chi Wei knew that Chen Zhuan was a person who insisted on the word "minimalism". Seeing this scene, Chi Wei couldn't stand it anymore: "...Then clean it up a little bit? It looks like a garbage dump."

Chen Zhuan's mouth twitched: ...It's already cleaned up.

"Forget it. Who said before that love is the brain, there is no hope." Yu Youyang shook his head.

Chi Wei followed up with a sentence: There is no hope!

Chen Zhuan swiped away the dialog box.

After a busy day, the two people fell on the bed after taking a shower.

For the first time, Chen Zhuan discovered that "woman" is really a magical word, soft, but with vigorous vitality. She seduces you, resists you, coaxes you, and invades you. At first, only his lips were invaded, and then she invaded his heart. At that time, he was still unprepared. When she proposed to him, he thought she was just temporarily invading him. After two years, until now, she began to attack in a big way, invading his bedroom, living room, wardrobe, and even the bathroom sink...

Her traces and preferences, from the inside out, unknowingly occupied every corner around him. He was at a loss, but he was happy. This is marriage.

"So... is this the feeling of a proper couple?" Sheng Yiqing asked him. Fill the house full, let one person's space be filled with traces of two people. Like her home, and like his home, it is their home.

"Hmm. Right...what else do we need to consider?"

"...money?" Sheng Yiqing thought of something, sat up and looked at Chen Zhuan: "Who will be responsible for the expenses during our life together?"

"Me? After all, you married me, so shouldn't I be the one to take care of you?"

"Can you support me?" She raised her eyebrows.

"I don't earn as much as you do." He confessed, thinking of something, and took her hand: "How about this, I will be responsible for the living expenses. Bags, jewelry and luxury goods, you do it yourself?" After a pause, Chen Zhuan was a little uncertain, "Do you think a man like me can get a wife?"

"It might be difficult for someone else." She pinched his face and teased him, "But you are handsome, so you can still get one."

He let her pinch his face, saying: Just don't regret it.

"Then...who will do the housework?" Thinking of Qiu Zining's advice, Sheng Yiqing asked again. "Me. Of course I will. You are busier than me at work, and I came up with this game, so I will definitely do it."

"You pay the money, you do the work, and I can be with the person I like every day." Sheng Yiqing was happy when she thought of this, "Such a marriage seems to have no disadvantages for me?"

"What else? Why would I trick you, a non-marriageist, into the marriage game?"

"What about you?" It was late at night, they turned off the table lamp, letting the moonlight shine into the room. Sheng Yiqing turned sideways, looked at his eyelashes, and asked him, "Why do you, a non-marriageist, get married?"

Chen Zhuan did not answer, and his answer was so obvious that it could not be more obvious - what else could it be?

So this weekend they were together all the time, they each slept until they woke up naturally, Chen Zhuan had a healthy lifestyle, every morning after getting up, he would go for a morning run, clean the house, and then bring coffee and croissants from the breakfast shop downstairs.

He had a slight mysophobia, but Sheng Yiqing was used to eating breakfast in bed, and in the past, she would indulge him. But this time, when the croissants and coffee were handed over, she tried to ask: "Can I have breakfast in bed?"

Chen Zhan paused for a few seconds and replied: "Your own home, you can do whatever you want."

Lunch was still Chen Zhan's responsibility. The summer sun was burning on the window glass, and the air conditioner was blowing in the house. Sheng Yiqing was used to turning the air conditioner down very low and then curling up in a fluffy blanket. Chen Zhan, who was cooking, poked his head out of the busy kitchen and ran into the cold air in the living room, sneezing hard.

"How are you spending the winter?" He was stunned.

Sheng Yiqing jumped up from the sofa, leaped to the kitchen in a few steps, stepped on his feet barefoot, put her cold arms around his neck and asked: "Can't I control the temperature of the air conditioner?"

Chen Zhuan lowered his head, touched her nose, and said: "Yes."

The snail noodles that Sheng Yiqing loved to eat were still being made in the kitchen. The strong smell floated in the air. Chen Zhuan closed the bedroom door, a little helpless, and asked why you like to eat so much? Sheng Yiqing is a typical garbage mouth. She loves spicy food and likes heavy oil and salty food. She asked him: "Don't you have any favorite junk food?" Chen Zhuan thought for a while: "McDonald's, once a month."

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Then let's have McDonald's tonight!" She concluded.

Chen Zhuan choked, thinking that he had just eaten there last week. Touching his nose, he still responded: "Okay. Listen to you."

Chen Zhuan cleaned the house, cooked, washed the dishes, let her watch the TV series she wanted at dinner, and even when they were browsing their phones before going to bed, Chen Zhuan left the right to broadcast it to her, and watched the video with headphones on... This family, from the moment he asked her to move in, began to pursue Sheng Yiqing's supremacy.

On Monday morning, Chen Zhuan got up early for a rare occasion, kissed Sheng Yiqing who was still asleep, made breakfast, and was the first to arrive at the company.

Foreign companies have loose management, and employees do not have a clock-in mechanism. They are said to go to work at 9 o'clock, but often it is after 10 o'clock. People came one after another later. It was not yet 8:50 when Chen Zhuan arrived at the company. He swiped the door control. The company was empty. Even the cleaning staff had not arrived yet. The morning sun shone through the window glass. It was bright and quiet everywhere. Dust floated quietly in the air. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and exhale gently. It was the quietness he liked.

However, not long after, there was a beep and the door was opened again. The person who came was Xiao Zhang, the finance department's financial officer who had just got twins at the beginning of the year. He was wearing a polka shirt and carrying a backpack. When he saw Chen Zhuan, he was surprised: "Mr. Chen, you came so early? What's going on today?"

Chen Zhuan was a casual person, and he belonged to the creative department. In the eyes of the employees, he was basically a dragon that could not be seen from head to tail.

Being exposed like this, he felt a little embarrassed and changed the subject: "Do you usually come so early?" It was not even 9:30.

"The children are making trouble! There are two! I can't stand it! They come to the company like they are fleeing every day. "He shrugged, put his bag on his workstation, took out a gaming laptop from his bag, and sat in the tea room: "My wife won't let me play games after I get home! I have no choice but to come earlier and leave later, and work overtime in the tea room. Hehe." Chen Zhuan pulled the corner of his mouth. Yu Youyang said this experience: After marriage, especially after having children, men will become more passionate about work, not to make more money, but to be able to escape part of the responsibility more decently-will extend their toilet time indefinitely; will quietly light a cigarette in the underground parking garage... Independent enclosed space is a utopia for married men to get a moment of respite. After get off work, Xiao Zhang came out of the finance office with a gaming laptop, sat on the sofa, and even ordered himself a cup of milk tea. Not long after, the phone rang. He held the phone and lowered his voice: "Oh, busy! Working overtime! No way! I'm making money. You guys eat first. I'll definitely be back before 12 o'clock..."

The director knocked on the door, interrupting Chen Zhuan's sight. He asked him, "Zhuan, there's a job in Shanghai this week. The client asked if you could go and keep an eye on it?"

The phone vibrated at this moment. It was Sheng Yiqing: "What are we having for dinner? I'm off work! This is the first time I'm so looking forward to going home!"

It was quite happy. He curled his lips.

Chen Zhuan glanced at Xiao Zhang in the distance and said to the director, "Sorry, I have something to do this week and can't leave for the time being."

He had informed the director of his plan to go abroad a long time ago. Traditional media has long been a sunset industry. In recent years, there are too many backbones who have changed jobs or set up their own businesses. With qualifications and experience like Chen Zhuan, it is a blessing to be willing to wait until next year before leaving.

Hearing this, the director chuckled, "Okay. Then I'll find an excuse to refuse. You keep an eye on it remotely, don't let people think you are not paying attention. "

Chen Zhuan nodded and said yes. After the director left, he replied to Sheng Yiqing's WeChat: "Eat what you like, I'm going to buy groceries now."

When passing by the lounge, he glanced at Xiao Zhang on the sofa, and then he realized that he even brought a pair of slippers to the office, with a half-eaten takeaway beside him, wearing headphones, holding the handle, and looking contented.

Chen Zhuan glanced at his screen: "New game?"

"Yeah! Brother, do you want to play? Let's play a game?" He invited him.

Chen Zhuan shook his head: "I'll go home and play." Then he explained, "I have to go back to cook now."

"Raise a daughter?" Xiao Zhang was stunned, probably remembering that someone mentioned that Mr. Chen got married a long time ago. It's just that his daily life is no different from being single, and he thinks the relationship between husband and wife should be indifferent.

However, the handsome man in front of him shook his head, his expression gentle: "No, raise a wife. "

He ordered the food on the food delivery app. When he knocked on the door, Sheng Yiqing was already home, playing music, with several scented candles and snacks on the coffee table, the smell of the sea, the forest and figs mixed together. The air conditioner was still very low. The whole house was filled with a sweet and cool atmosphere, and with the dolls scattered everywhere on the carpet, it was like a typhoon passing through.

That slight, suffocating feeling came over him the moment he stepped into the house.

Before he could think about why he had such feelings, Sheng Yiqing had already turned on the TV and excitedly greeted him: "Would you watch a drama with me tonight? My colleagues recommended me a fairy tale, which is said to be super sweet and super good-looking!"

Chen Zhuan was stunned, forced a smile, nodded and said: "Okay. I'll cook first. "

The blue flame of the gas stove sprang out with a crackling sound. The dinner prepared was her favorite. He had no appetite. He mechanically poured oil, salt, chili peppers, and peppercorns... In the sizzling sound of cooking, he gradually lost his mind--

He thought of the empty office this morning, the financial Xiao Zhang who was comfortably lying on the sofa drinking milk tea and ordering takeout, and this time last week, he went home after jogging, took a shower, ate a salad, and then continued to play games...

The free time and the space that belonged completely to him. The world of being single.

With a "squeak", the kitchen door opened, and Sheng Yiqing poked her head in, saying "It smells so good!", and hugged Chen Zhuan's waist from behind with both hands.

In the kitchen with the smell of fireworks, Sheng Yiqing's body pressed against his tight back, hugged him, and sighed softly: "It turns out that marriage is so happy!"

"Yeah. "Chen Zhuan curved his lips, turned sideways, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and whispered: "The kitchen is full of fumes, go to the living room and wait for me."

An idea popped up at this moment:

If this kind of life is destined to continue, perhaps, tomorrow morning, he can go to the company earlier, and by the way, bring the game book with him.

Like Xiao Zhang.