Zhou Qishen gently patted the top of her head. "My Xiaoxi is good in every way, but I can't stand her when she acts cute. Other people only act cute to ask for money or gifts."
Zhao Xiyin asked with a grin, "And what about me?"
"That's going to kill you."
Zhou Qishen bent down and scooped her up in a princess carry. Zhao Xiyin wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, "What are you doing?"
He strode out, saying, "Going home is a death sentence."
The company is close to the Vanke Hotel. Half an hour later, starting from the entrance hall, shoes, coat, scarf, shirt—I left some things behind—all the way to the master bedroom. Inside the bathroom, water was running. A woman's hand rested on the glass door, her fingers slender, then clenched one by one, then gradually relaxed.
While she was still calm, Zhao Xiyin managed to retort with a couple of words, "Brother Zhou, can you last three seconds in the bathroom this time?"
Zhou Qishen used his knee to push her up with both hands, and then slapped her hard across the back, almost through gritted teeth: "Zhao Xiyin."
Just as Zhao Xiyin was about to laugh, a weight pressed down behind her, and her laughter faltered in her throat.
Both of them were soaking wet, and the steam in the bathroom was making them unbearably hot. Zhou Qishen opened the door and carried them out. When they were almost at the bedside, he suddenly stopped and stood there for two seconds without moving.
Zhao Xiyin's eyes were hazy, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Qishen's eyes were as deep as the sea. His breath was ragged, and without saying a word, he sealed Zhou Qishen's throat with a kiss.
Their bodies were in perfect harmony; the girl's body was like a pure white, full pear blossom, fragrant and alluring. Zhou Qishen, on the other hand, was the one picking the flower, tireless and immersed in it. Finally, Zhao Xiyin pursed her lips, then gave his abs a not-so-light pinch, before moving away slightly.
Zhou Qi let out a deep hiss, his breathing uneven, "Hmm?"
Zhao Xiyin managed to remain calm, looking at him seriously, and ordered, "Quickly, call her Mom!"
Zhou Qishen: "..."
"If you don't call me, I won't give it to you."
Zhou Qishen: "………………"
Chapter 82 I Too Have Been Drifting for a Long Time (2)
Seeing the man's frustrated expression, Zhao Xiyin laughed so hard she shook. Looking down, her ample bosom appeared as if it were flowing spring water, making Zhou Qishen's heart flutter.
He grabbed her waist and dragged her down, and still succeeded.
Zhou Qishen whispered in her ear, "How come I never noticed before that you hold grudges so much?"
Zhao Xiyin felt ashamed just thinking about it, "How dare you say that?"
This man has quite a few quirks. He always has one or two peculiar fetishes. When he's aroused, he's obsessed with making Zhao Xiyin call him all sorts of random things—Dad, Uncle, Brother Zhou—playing multiple roles. Boss Zhou is a walking, talking G-spot with all sorts of weird and wonderful sensations.
After they were satisfied, Zhou Qishen went to take a shower. After she recovered, he carried her in and showered her again.
"There's only one more day before we have to go back to the regiment to assemble, right?" Zhou Qishen asked.
Zhao Xiyin instinctively hugged him, "I can't bear to part with you."
“Then move in with me, and I’ll sleep with you every night.” Zhou Qishen hooked her chin and kissed her.
A light, pleasant scent of bath perfume wafted into her nostrils. Zhao Xiyin reached out her hand and said, "Brother Zhou, we smell alike."
Zhou Qishen gently pinched her waist, "Good girl."
"After returning to the troupe this time, I will need to coordinate with the film crew for filming. I heard from my teacher that we will also be filming in Qinghai for half a month."
Zhou Qishen asked, "What number?"
"Mid-February."
“It’s okay, I’ll come see you when I have time,” Zhou Qishen said. “I’ll go to the supermarket tomorrow.”
"Huh? Aren't you going to Brother Cheng's place tomorrow?"
"The condoms are all gone."
On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, most of the shops on the street had resumed normal business. Taking advantage of the last bit of the Spring Festival holiday, there were many cars and people, and the streets were bustling with activity. The smooth traffic of the previous days was gone forever. Zhou Qishen drove to Lao Cheng's Teahouse and was stuck in traffic for more than ten minutes before he arrived.
"Are you driving a tortoise? You've already had your tea twice."
Zhou Qishen tossed him the car keys, then lay down on the sofa, resting his head on the back of his head with his eyes closed.
"Boss Zhou, are you playing it safe?" Gu Heping said with a smile, "Don't go too far, it'll hurt your health."
“That’s you, not me,” Zhou Qishen said casually.
Old Cheng nudged Gu Heping with his elbow, "Are you crazy? You just have to humiliate yourself." He then asked Zhou Qishen, "The Spring Festival holiday ends the day after tomorrow, are you going to get your marriage certificate?"
Zhou Qishen remained silent for a long time, appearing as if he had fallen asleep.
He took a 15-minute nap before opening his eyes and suddenly said, "Heping, can you do me a favor after the New Year?"
Gu Heping was startled by his sudden voice, and the tea burned his mouth. "What?"
"Keep an eye on that high-speed rail bearing project that Jingmao acquired in December. We'll discuss the form of the deal later, and I'll have my legal department issue an authorization letter then."
Gu Heping has been in Beijing for so many years; his connections and abilities are reliable. He said, "Sure. But what are you going to do?"
"Nothing much, just going to work," Zhou Qishen said. "I have too much to do."
Gu Heping guessed that after remarrying Xiao Xi, he probably wanted to spend more time solidifying their relationship. Losing something is easy, but getting it back is incredibly difficult.
Old Cheng thought the same thing, "Go on a honeymoon with Xiao west?"