The long kiss stopped until he couldn't breathe enough and he was panting.

Cheng Yin's lips opened slightly, and it was already bright red, and his lips, teeth and tongue tips swept through him, and it was even slightly red and swollen.

"Have you drunk?"

She looked at Chen Yanqing, her eyes dodging without any shyness, and directly reflected into the latter's low, dark and heavy eyes.

"No."

He pressed her down, his hands still tightly around her waist.

Cheng Yin's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were fixed, looking like he didn't believe it.

He raised his finger and touched the corner of his lips, moved his fingertips downward, and crossed his chin.

Then he hooked his neck and pulled him down—

Another kiss.

The accompaniment that no one sang for a long time has been playing, but it is nowhere to be known which song to sing.

Suddenly, the accompaniment stopped.

There are not many songs ordered, and there are no songs on the list, so I will play the songs that were randomly prepared by the system.

His breath became chaotic, and his hands moved along his waist, but Cheng Yin raised his hand to hold it back.

Her palm blocked Shen Yanqing's chest, blocking his next move.

His cheeks were slightly red, but his eyes were particularly clear.

There is no trace of confusion.

It is completely different from the appearance of water rippling in the eyes after lack of oxygen.

Cheng Yin was pressed under him. Even though her posture was so inappropriate, she was still calm, "You've drunk."

After saying this, I was quiet for a few seconds, and then the topic suddenly jumped, far apart.

“This is not your style.”

She tilted her head, stared at Chen Yanqing, and slowly smiled.

"In such a normal and cheap place, in such a shabby private room, you can't control a woman you don't like."

Before Chen Yanqing could speak, she lifted her leg that was pressed by him, bent her knees and pushed her away, and then stood up and returned to her original position.

Chen Yanqing reached out and pulled her wrist.

Cheng Yin turned around and saw him sitting, his eyes fixed on her, his lips pursed a little tightly.

After waiting for a few seconds before he could speak, she moved her wrists and broke free from his palm.

Beautiful and short as a dream.

Cheng Yin sat back in place to prepare his hair, his posture was straight and he did not see any indecentness.

Pour herself a glass of water, she drank most of the time, knocked the bottom of the cup onto the glass table, and spoke.

"The doctor said I can't drink."

She said casually, without explaining the meaning clearly, and without giving Chen Yanqing a chance to speak. She picked up the microphone and sang it on her own in the randomly displayed old songs.

It seemed that he and the kiss just now were the same, and did not exist at all.

...

After the party, the colleagues in charge of the organization in the department went to pay the money and were told that the account had been bought. The group was half drunk, and joked that they asked each other who was so polite and did good things secretly.

Cheng Yin and Qin Jiao did not drink wine, and they were behind everyone.

After hearing the chattering in front of me, Qin Jiao asked Cheng Yin beside him: "Did he buy the order?"

"possible."

Qin Jiao smiled: "I really didn't see it, my heart was so hot."

Cheng Yin pulled the corner of his lip, "There's so much money that he burned."

Qin Jiao looked at her with a flat face and looked indifferent.

It seems that I really don't care about it.

That's right, anyway, there's a lot of money, so it doesn't even count on the slit of the fingers, so they don't have to worry about it.

I went to Shen’s house for dinner on the weekend. Cheng Yin left the earliest and arrived in the afternoon. I chatted with Chen Chengguo for a long time.

The Shen family is not many. Chen Chengguo has two sons. As for grandchildren, Chen Yanqing has three. The two in the eldest son's family are called Chen Juye, old and steady, serious, and serious with Mr. Shen, and Chen Xiuwen. He has a gentler temperament and is not so restrained when getting along.

The three of them came back by chance and happened to meet and entered the door together.

Cheng Yin came out of the study with the book in his hand, and the four of them met in the living room.

When they meet, she will speak first.

"Brother Juye, Brother Xiuwen."

She smiled slightly, with the appropriate arc, neither alienated nor seemed too flirted, and called the first two, and her eyes finally fell on Shen Yanqing, "...Brother Yan Qing."

Chen Juye nodded and nodded softly - his nodding looks more serious than others.

"Where is grandpa?"

"Grandpa Chen is sleeping." Cheng Yin closed the book in his hand, "Aunt Zhou said he had not had a good rest these two nights. After I read two pages, he fell asleep."

Shen Juye's serious face calmed down a little, and his eyes were softer.

The girl's house is different from the rough boys, and she is gentle and caring. When they were wild and saw the sky flying outside, she always stayed well in front of the two old people and said thoughtful words.

Chen Chengguo is old and has no wife to accompany him in his twilight years. All the sons and grandchildren at home have something to do and cannot always be filial.

It was a good thing that Cheng Yin could come back, and it also solved the knot in his heart.

Chen Juye said: "Go home more when you have time, tell me what you need." He paused and added, "Never are children anymore, don't hide whenever you have something to do."

Cheng Yin smiled slightly and nodded obediently, "I understand."

Both of them were looking at her behind him. Unlike Chen Yanqing, she and Shen Xiuwen have really not seen each other for a long time.

"I've grown thin." Chen Xiuwen raised his hand and touched her head twice, without saying anything else, just said, "Let's go and see how Aunt Zhou cooks it."

Cheng Yin glanced at Chen Yanqing.

There are only so many people in the family, but he meets every now and then, and they almost catch up with Damao, which is more than Grandpa Chen has seen.

After laughing, Cheng Yin withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Xiuwen, responding: "Okay."

...

On the right side of the second floor, the second room is the bedroom for Cheng Yin.

When I pushed the door open, the decorations were as usual, without any change, time seemed to stop, and when I looked back, everything I could remember was still yesterday.

Cheng Yin walked around the room twice, and when he walked to the corner, he remembered something, and squatted down and opened the bottom drawer.

Everything is still there.

The surface of the box looks a bit old, but it is not covered with dust. People who clean the house should often wipe it with a cloth.

Cheng Yin brought the box to the desk.

Open the lid and it was full of jewelry.

Crowns, ear diamonds, bracelets... are all pink and tender, shiny colors.

Things you did when studying are not worth much money.

They were all given by Chen Yanqing.

When she was handed over to the Liao family by Mrs. Shen, she was still young and couldn't even remember her name, let alone her birthday. But everyone has a birthday, but she couldn't tell her, so the day she had a name became her birthday.

I can't remember when Chen Yanqing started to give her gifts. She kept everything carefully, and most of them were broken when they were used, and they were cleaned up after cleaning.

This set of jewelry is an exception. She likes it very much, but it is the most common when there is no light.

Two knocks on the door sounded, and Cheng Yin looked sideways, "Please come in."

As soon as the door opened, it was not Shen Juye or Shen Xiuwen who came in. Her stretched shoulders were slightly relaxed.

Chen Yanqing closed the door with his backhand, glanced at the table, and saw her pursing her old things, paused and stepped over.

After all, the things in the box were once popular, and now they look very outdated.

"When the boss recommended it to me, he said that this style is a classic style and will not fall behind for a long time."

He lowered his eyes and touched the rhinestones on the crown with his fingertips.

"But it's still out of date." Cheng Yin looked up at him, "So, just listen to it if you have it."

After looking at each other for three seconds, Chen Yanqing shrank his eyes.

He didn't answer her words, but said, "This box has been kept for a long time, and Aunt Zhou will clean it every day. Grandpa told me not to mess up the decorations when doing hygiene."

It's whatever you put.
To be continued...