Chapter 75: Your cheongsam, my home
Si Xingpei was very angry when he saw Gu Qingzhou returning in Simu's car.
Gu Qingzhou explained the cause and effect.
She didn't go to hook up with Simu. Today was nothing more than a coincidence, and she didn't want to take Simu's car.
However, the adjutant strongly invited him, and Simu opened the car door in person. If Gu Qingzhou didn't get up, it would make Simu unable to step down.
Since she wants to use the identity of Simu's fiancee as a backer, she can't be too unscrupulous.
She is not Si Xingpei.
Gu Qingzhou is conceited that she has a little conscience.
Facing Si Xingpei's rage, Gu Qingzhou also explained it clearly.
"Really?" Si Xingpei looked at her face quietly.
"Of course." Gu Qingzhou walked upright.
Only then did Si Xingpei have a faint smile. He kissed Gu Qingzhou until his lips were slightly swollen, and tore off her clothes, almost occupying her.
His cat carefully explained that he respected him, and Si Xingpei also wanted to give her some sweetness, so as not to really arouse the cat's rebellion.
He got up from Gu Qingzhou.
Gu Qingzhou hurriedly drew the cheongsam.
All the silver buttons fell off, and as soon as she pulled it, she rolled from the bed to the floor, making a crisp sound, like the sound of koi jumping into water.
Gu Qingzhou's snow-white teeth bit his full lower lip, wrapping his cheongsam indiscriminately, aggrieved and angry.
Si Xingpei sat beside her.
He grabbed her wrist.
"What?" Gu Qingzhou snapped, trying to withdraw his hand.
But Si Xingpei took her hand and brushed his cheek lightly. After sliding over, he said, "I just lost my temper. If you want to hit me, you should hit me. Now you've hit me!"
Gu Qingzhou: "..."
He kissed her between the eyebrows again, said "good light boat", got up and found a white shirt in a suit for her: "Put mine first, I will ask someone to sew your cheongsam for you."
His shirt is very particular and has the fragrance of sunshine, and the buttons are obsidian, which emits a haunting and clear light.
Gu Qingzhou's cheongsam had broken buttons most of the time, so he had to take his shirt.
"You go out, I want to change clothes." Gu Qingzhou still tightly clutched the collar of his clothes.
Si Xingpei laughed: "Have I not seen it? Where have I not seen you?"
Having said that, he suddenly tightened his stomach: there are places where she has, he really hasn't seen it yet.
She was dignified and squeamish and didn't show him.
"Bastard!" Gu Qingzhou cursed.
When she jumped up and scolded him for being a bastard, there was a cute cat with fried fur, which Si Xingpei liked very much.
He went out.
Gu Qingzhou put on his shirt.
He is tall and has a big shirt, which can cover Gu Qingzhou's buttocks.
Her looming delicate body was hidden in an empty shirt, and Si Xingpei's throat was dry.
He took her cheongsam, went downstairs to make a phone call, then went upstairs again, pressed her on the bed, and kissed her hard.
There was still a sound coming from outside the closed door.
Gu Qingzhou kept crying: "You mustn't do this!"
She hated Si Xingpei and his disgust and perversion. He was Gu Qingzhou's worst enemy.
Tired of crying, Gu Qingzhou fell asleep on Si Xingpei's bed again.
There were still tears on her face.
Gu Qingzhou has long, thick, jet-black hair, which is soft and smooth, which makes her Saixue's skin extraordinarily gorgeous, lingering like pearls.
She closed her eyes lightly, her long and thick eyelashes like a small fan casting shadows.
Si Xingpei's hand gently rubbed her face.
He was in the station all year round, and he had no concubine by his side. He returned to the city every two months.
Of course, sometimes it's just fun.
Si Xingpei is not a playboy. He only picks flowers, but he does not miss the flowers. He has never slept next to a woman.
A woman's hands and mouths don't actually bring much happiness to men, they just solve basic problems, just like a meal without vegetables, just to fill the stomach.
Not to mention Gu Qingzhou, an inexperienced girl, she is the top card in the hall. She has learned the kung fu of serving men, and she has no ability to make men truly happy with her hands and mouth.
Si Xingpei is very satisfied now.
Gu Qingzhou was so jerky, but he didn't dislike it, which was something he couldn't imagine before.
He is willing to be fiddled with by her soft hands, and by her side, even a kiss can ignite the passion in his heart.
Every time he thinks of her, he will add "my light boat" to his heart.
In Si Xingpei's life, there is no important person except his grandmother.
No one is his, and he is no one's.
Now, Gu Qingzhou is his.
His cat, his little woman.
He hugged Gu Qingzhou tightly. And his little woman seemed to be aggrieved, frowning in the dream, and after entering his arms, she leaned against his chest, drawing support and warmth.
Si Xingpei was not sleepy, he never slept.
Gu Qingzhou woke up after sleeping for half an hour.
She slowly opened her eyes and subconsciously saw the man's strong chest, she jumped up suddenly.
like a cat!
Si Xingpei smiled.
There was the sound of a car downstairs, and the adjutant sent over a lot of cheongsams, all of which were freshly made for Qingzhou, a total of twelve sets.
Si Xingpei took it upstairs.
He squeezed out a large space in his wardrobe and hung up her cheongsam.
A dazzling array of cheongsams, the material of the cloth, and the embroidery and workmanship of the clothes are completely different, like each and every fragrant fairy.
In Si Xingpei's room, there was no trace of fat. In his huge wardrobe, half is his military uniform and half is his suit.
He felt that it was not suitable for women to display things.
He lived for twenty-five years, and his life was full of the barracks and the toughness of men.
He lived arbitrarily, rough, and vulgar in Gu Qingzhou's mouth.
Now, half an inch of his wardrobe is full of cheongsams, which Si Xingpei didn't dare to think about before, thinking it was nondescript. But when it was really hung up, he actually felt that it was very good, the softness enveloped his perseverance, and the yin and yang were perfectly integrated.
He looked at the closet full of her clothes, and his heart was warm, so warm that he felt tired.
"Which one do you like?" Si Xingpei asked Gu Qingzhou to choose.
"What about my own?" Gu Qingzhou asked with a frown.
Gu Qingzhou's one has been sewn up and squeezed into a pile of Chinese clothes. It is the most simple.
Si Xingpei picked it out and found that it was made of fine cloth, which was a bit rough and not as soft as satin and foreign cloth. He disliked it and said, "Your family abused you and made you wear this kind of clothes?"
Gu Qingzhou took it over: "We are a small family, with a cloth skirt and Jingchai, and Young Master Si laughed!"
She didn't look at him very much.
Gu Qingzhou's eyelashes are very long, and when her eyes are lowered, no one knows her mind.
She wants to change clothes and ask Si Xingpei to go out: "Come on!"
Rao is that Si Xingpei helped her take a bath and kissed her whole body. She still maintained her dignity and shyness. In fact, Si Xingpei didn't hate her like this.
He likes her hypocrisy.
Si Xingpei doesn't like women being hypocritical, he just likes Gu Qingzhou's hypocritical.
Probably because he likes this cat, and she thinks she is nice no matter what.
Her shortcomings have become her little cutie.
Si Xingpei withdrew.
There are two oil paintings hanging in the corridor of the other curator. They were chosen by the adjutant. Si Xingpei did not know what the paintings were. Very thick cashmere carpet, soft to step on, no sound.
The windows on the west side of the corridor were half open, and the curtains swayed in the wind.
Si Xingpei lit a cigar.
The mist was rising, his eyes narrowed deeply, thinking silently.
When Gu Qingzhou changed his clothes and came out, he saw his tall and sturdy back.
Si Xingpei gave birth to an excellent skin bag, broad shoulders, long legs, and a graceful bearing. He was a natural superior; and his face was extremely handsome.
He finished smoking the cigar before walking towards Gu Qingzhou.
The two went downstairs to eat, and Si Xingpei was still cooking.
