After reading the book, I just want salted fish

Chapter 12

October 23rd, Saturday, Frost's Descent, according to family rules, the younger generation will return to the elder's house for dinner and reunion at the end of the month.

Che Xiayun's grandfather, that is, the ancestor of the Che family, Xi Qingjing, lived alone in a small village near the capital, and didn't interfere with common things, so naturally he didn't want the juniors to come and disturb him often.

So usually at the end of the month, Che Xiayun and Ma Qingyu usually go to her house to stay for two days.

Ma Qingyu's father, Ma Mingzhe, is a bit old-fashioned, but he cherishes talents and likes calligraphy and painting. Every time Che Xiayun goes, he will bring some pens, ink, paper and inkstones, so Ma Mingzhe finds her pleasing to see.

Ma Qingyu's mother Pan Anqi, that's how Che Xiayun used to see her, she was slightly fat, plump, a bit greedy for petty gains, but very kind to juniors; but now after changing to this Che Xiayun, she has grown from an experienced adult From the point of view, Pan Anqi is a proper vicious green tea bitch.

With such an inference, Pan Anqi has a problem. Although Che Xiayun is not doing business and has kept a lot of omegas, she didn't say that she was bad for Ma Qingyu. She gave Ma Qingyu all of her wealth. How trustworthy ah.

So Che Xiayun couldn't figure it out, why did Pan Anqi find someone to kill herself?

Hey, the life of the rich is so complicated.

In order to save his own life, Che Xiayun also racked his brains to find a way, but it was very inexplicable. He couldn't find the reason why someone wanted to kill him, and he didn't know how to avoid it.

I can only take one step at a time.

Aunt Xu packed her luggage, asked the servant to put it in the trunk of the car, and said, "Young Master, there is a cold wave recently and the temperature will drop, remember to add clothes, I prepared a thin fleece sweater and a long windbreaker for you. "

Che Xiayun was standing beside the luxury car, and driver Zhang had already opened the door for her, "Got it, I'm just going to stay for one night."

Ma Qingyu didn't need to bring luggage, but she took the same car with her. After all, if they went back to their parents' home after marriage, if the two of them traveled in separate cars, they would appear to be in a bad relationship and not that close.

The back seat of the extended business car is very spacious, with a small table and a networked display screen for watching TV, which is very luxurious.

However, Che Xiayun just wanted to sleep. She caught up with a super good-looking show last night, and accidentally watched it at 03:30 in the morning, and almost couldn't get up in the morning.

Ma Qingyu is wearing an off-white dress today, which outlines her curvy figure. Her slightly curly hair hangs over her shoulders, and there are always a few unruly hairs on her forehead that playfully turn up, adding a bit of vitality to her quiet appearance.

She sat quietly beside Che Xiayun, looking out through the thick anti-explosion and anti-peeping glass, even though the scenery flashing by at high speed was no longer meaningful.

Che Xiayun leaned on the back of the comfortable chair, squinted and fell asleep, her head deviated from the original direction, and she involuntarily fell towards Ma Qingyu. The sudden feeling of falling made her open her eyes immediately.

The surroundings are not a hundred-meter cliff, nor an abyss, but a side face that is close at hand, with a slightly pointed chin, a perfect mandible line, slightly upturned lips, and a pleasing little Qiong nose.

Che Xiayun subconsciously thought of these few words: beautiful sister, hug~tie~

But soon realized that Ma Qingyu was indeed a beautiful sister, but she couldn't hug her, let alone post it.

She raised her head from Ma Qingyu's shoulder, blinked her sparkling deer eyes, then leaned back on the backrest, and adjusted her posture several times, but she still felt uncomfortable.

From the corner of Ma Qingyu's eyes, she was always looking at her, and moved to her side without leaving any trace, "You can sleep next to me."

Che Xiayun spoke very hard, "No need, it should be here soon."

But soon, she fell asleep again, with a very honest body, and her small head wisely chose Ma Qingyu's shoulder socket, and her whole body stuck to it, sticking comfortably to Ma Qingyu's side.

Che Xiayun woke up once, and found that she was not only sleeping on Ma Qingyu, but also put her hand on her thigh. She moved her hand away in a daze, but when she fell asleep, her hand went back automatically.

Ma Qingyu could see all of this clearly, even when Che Xiayun was fast asleep, she smacked her lips cutely, she didn't let go of the stubborn hair on her forehead, or the occasional wisp of saliva that slipped from the corner of her mouth.

After entering the big iron gate of Ma's villa, driver Zhang stabilized the car, "Young master, madam, we are here."

Ma Qingyu replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Che Xiayun frowned, didn't bother to open his eyes, and was in a sleepy state.

At the entrance of the main villa, Pan Anqi led a few servants to stand there, waiting for them to come.

Driver Zhang greeted her, bent down and opened the car door, everyone looked into the car with a smile on their faces, and saw at a glance - Xia Yun, who was sleeping soundly, and the restless car she was resting on Ma Qingyu. hand.

Rao Ma Qingyu, who had seen many big scenes, also blushed slightly, pushed the cart Xia Yun, "It's time to get up."

Driver Zhang showed a smile, looked at Pan Anqi, and said haha ​​casually, "I made you laugh, the young master was overworked and sleepy last night, so he fell asleep in the car."

Pan Anqi smiled generously, "Where, it's normal for young people to sleep a little bit."

In fact, I scolded Che Xiayun all over the place, and the bastard didn't even think about how much he was, he didn't have much ability, his skin was so good-looking, and Yingying Yanyan surrounded a bunch of omega, if it wasn't for your rich family, I would I don't want to betroth my daughter to you and be wronged.

Che Xiayun woke up faintly, helped Ma Qingyu to sit up, saw Pan Anqi dimly, rubbed her eyes, looked carefully again, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

The smile on Pan Anqi's face froze immediately.

Ma Qingyu pulled her and reminded her in a low voice, "It's my house."

Che Xiayun suddenly realized, and lifted the small gift placed beside him, "Oh, let's go in then."

Saying that, she got out of the car, looked at Pan Anqi, smiled slightly, showing eight teeth, and handed the gift with both hands, "Good morning, mother-in-law, a little gift, I don't want it."

Pan Anqi tidied up her emotions, followed suit with a smile, and quickly took the gift, "Xia Yun, you come here once in a while, what gift do you bring, just treat this place as your home."

After a few symbolic polite words, a group of people poured into the villa.

It was said that it was morning, but it was already past ten o'clock, and it was time to have lunch after some preparations. Che Xiayun went straight upstairs, Pan Anqi went to the kitchen to order the dishes, and the servant led her to the room.

The Ma's villa is in European style, very spacious and bright, and everything is wiped clean without any dust.

Entering the room, the first thing you see is the oversized bookshelf that is full of satisfaction, and then you can see some oil paintings hanging on the wall. There is a floor-to-ceiling window connecting the balcony and the bedroom. The curtains are thick and blackout. There is a small round table in front of the window. A beanbag and an ottoman.

There are soft blankets on the floor, warm orange bedding, and starry sky paintings on the ceiling. The overall layout makes people feel very comfortable.

Well, that's right, Che Xiayun nodded secretly. As far as the configuration of this room is concerned, Pan Anqi is quite kind.

After the servant left, she casually put the suitcase beside the bed, closed the curtains, took off her clothes and trousers, and lay down on the bed. She pinched a soft white bun pillow, rolled it into the quilt, and closed it comfortably. eyes.

No matter what, let's catch up on sleep.

Ma Qingyu and Pan Anqi were chatting in the living room on the first floor. The time seemed to be past eleven o'clock. Ma Mingzhe, who had gone fishing at five o'clock in the morning, also brought back a carp. The carp had many spines and was inconvenient to eat, so he asked the kitchen to pick it up. Fish meat made into balls.

Ma Mingzhe unwrapped the gift that Xia Yun gave him, and held a piece of pine smoke ink with uniform color, excellent quality, black and blue, and rarely showed a smile. come over."

Pan Anqi half blamed, "She has grasped your hobbies, and she doesn't know that there is no mother-in-law like me."

Ma Mingzhe put away the pine ink, smiled unabated, and stroked his chin, "It's good if you want it."

Hearing his father praise Che Xiayun, Ma Qingyu couldn't help showing a smile, but he didn't see her coming down, but he was also a little anxious, "Mom, I'll go upstairs and have a look."

Pan Anqi responded, "Okay, let Xia Yun come down by the way, ready to eat."

"Ah."

Ma Qingyu walked upstairs, but suddenly stopped, she didn't know whether her mother arranged for Xia Yun to live in her own room or a guest room.

Last time, although Che Xiayun said to live with her, she actually went to the guest room at night. A servant saw her coming out of the guest room and told Pan Anqi in private, which made Pan Anqi not like Che Xiayun very much.

Ma Qingyu can actually understand Che Xiayun. They were just playmates since they were young, and they didn't go any further. Think about it with empathy. Your former good friend is suddenly married to you by the elders. You will be with him without that kind of affection Does she sleep together?

The answer is no, the last time she took advantage of Che Xiayun's drunken behavior, she had actually crossed the line, so for several days after that night, Ma Qingyu regretted it, fearing that their previous relationship would drift apart.

After thinking about it, she had subconsciously walked to the door of her room, and gently pushed the door open. The room was a bit dark, and nothing had been touched, but there was a silver-white suitcase beside the bed.

Ma Qingyu looked towards the bed from the suitcase, her breathing stopped for a moment——Che Xiayun was used to sleeping naked, but she didn't sleep well, and she often kicked the quilt, which made this scene very dreamy.

What is it like?

As soon as a little light came in from outside the door, Ma Qingyu could see that Che Xiayun's beautiful hair was scattered on the pillow, going down along the jaw line, and the slightly undulating collarbone was in sight, and it was half hidden under the thin quilt. Heaving chest.

She closed the door with her backhand, very lightly.

in a dim room.

The white bun pillow that was originally placed on the bed has rolled down on the carpet. Ma Qingyu bent down to pick up the bun, and turned his gaze to Che Xiayun, who was lying peacefully on the bed and sleeping soundly. offend.

Perhaps her gaze was too intense. The big child on the bed slowly opened its eyes, turned its head, saw her in confusion, and then stared at her in a daze. The room was so dark that Cha Xiayun I didn't respond for a long time.

Che Xiayun felt that she must have misread it. How could Ma Qingyu appear in her room? She hadn't knocked on the door yet, but after she confirmed that she was not dazzled again, she shrank back into the quilt with a little fear, and the sound of just waking up was still a little Dumb, "Why are you in my room?"

Ma Qingyu lowered his eyes slightly, hiding some emotions that would scare her, squeezed the white bun pillow in his hand, and said calmly, "This was my room before, but now it's ours."

Che Xiayun couldn't turn her head around all of a sudden, and after thinking for a while, she finally understood, "You mean, I'm sleeping in your bed now?"

Ma Qingyu nodded slightly, "Yes."

Rounding off, it is equivalent to sleeping together, not me sleeping with you, nor you sleeping with me.

Che Xiayun pretended to be calm, cut his throat, and said calmly, "Isn't it just to sleep on your bed? Do you need to keep staring at me?"

Ma Qingyu answered her in the same flat tone, "I just arrived."

At most, it means staring at you for a few minutes.

Che Xiayun wrapped herself tightly with a quilt, only showing a small head, staring at her intently, "Oh."

Ma Qingyu approached her slightly, Che Xiayun trembled with fright, her little heart was beating wildly, her head was in a mess, she shouldn't, shouldn't...

But Ma Qingyu just put the white bun pillow on the bedside, "I'm here to wake you up, it's time to eat."

"Well, I see."

Feeling relieved, Che Xiayun watched as Ma Qingyu opened the door, walked out, turned around and closed the door again, and then dared to let go of the hand holding the quilt, and a little sweat oozed from the palm.

In the dark room, she stared at the starry sky on the ceiling in a daze, and whispered, "It seems that this bed is quite comfortable to sleep on."

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Hypoxia: sharing the same bed is a big process