CH 23

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The corridor was quiet and silent, and the lights shone brightly on their faces. Qi Yan suddenly stopped in her tracks, thinking that she had heard wrongly, and she was dazed for a long time before she recovered. At that moment, there was not much joy. She raised her eyes and looked at the door of 901. She couldn't figure out the reason for a while, but she didn't ask. She turned around and helped the woman to go to her home.

When she reached the door, she let go of one hand to take out the keys in her bag. She didn't notice that the person around her was not standing still. She swayed and almost fell. She quickly tightened her arms around Lu Zhiqiao, pressing both of them tightly together.

Lu Zhiqiao's body smelled very heavy of alcohol, and her breath was scorching hot. She was hanging on Qi Yan's shoulder like a koala, soft and boneless, her eyelids were half closed, and her lips were slightly parted. Through the corridor lights, you can see the lines on her lips due to dryness.

Qi Yan frowned, fumbling around in the bag with her hands, finally found the key, and opened the door neatly.

They went inside and turned on the lights.

"Slow down, don't take off your shoes yet."

Qi Yan helped Lu Zhiqiao move to the side of the sofa, carefully and gently put her down, the weight on her shoulders suddenly loosened, and her whole being felt light and happy. She then squatted down to help her take off her shoes, and put the shoes on the floor mat in front of the door, and brought the pair of slippers that were always prepared for her and put them on for her.

The temperature was low at night, and the room was a little cold. Sitting on the sofa, Lu Zhiqiao felt dizzy and swollen, and everything kept spinning, without a sense of balance, but her consciousness was still clear. She saw Qi Yan bring a sponge mop, mopped the floor where she had stepped on with her shoes just now, she glanced a worried look her way, and then went into the kitchen.

There was a burning sensation in her stomach, reaching her throat. Her body was also very dry, she felt uncomfortable. She frowned, and kept pulling her collar with her hands...

Qi Yan was boiling water in the kitchen.

There is an insulated glass at hand, poured two spoonfuls of honey into it, waited for the water to boil and poured half of it in, then mix with a little cold boiled water, stirred it until the temperature is just right. She picked up the cup and went out, sat down next to Lu Zhiqiao, and said softly, "Drink some honey water, this will make you feel better."

The cup came closer and Lu Zhiqiao lifted her eyelids weakly, stretching out her hand to hold it. Qi Yan was afraid that she might not be able to hold it steadily, so she held it with one hand and watched her drink it slowly.

"Thank you..."

After drinking, Lu Zhiqiao panted with her mouth half-opened, closed her eyes again, and leaned her neck back against the back of the sofa. Her whole face was blushing almost to the point of bleeding, and a bewitching and strange crimson color spread from her forehead to the back of her ear under the light. It showed a somewhat seductive posture, as if the lingering rhyme had not faded after that incident.

Qi Yan stared blankly, her throat gulped unconsciously, her fingers holding the cup suddenly tightened, and a restless movement stirred violently in her heart.

She had seen how beautiful this woman was, in full bloom, and the memory is deeply buried in her mind. The nerves of sensuality stirs her mind all the time. But her reason is a solid cage, holding all her desires that are urgently surging at this moment, tightly locked. But the more restrained she is, the stronger her thoughts will be against her.

"Why did you drink so much?" She put down the glass and slowly stretched out her hand and it landed on her hair.

Lu Zhiqiao closed her eyes, did not respond, and said in a weak voice, "dinner party."

She was still awake.

Everyone's drunkenness is different. Some people will be broken when they drink too much, and they won't wake up even when the sky is falling.

Qi Yan frowned slightly, and gently stroked the soft hair on her head with her palm, brushing away those messy ones, and then slowly moved it to her forehead and cheeks, the temperature was a little scorching. Suddenly the woman tilted her head, pressed her face tightly against her hand, and murmured: "It's hot—" 

" ..."

When you feel hot when you're drunk, you naturally want to find something cool, and compared to the temperature of her face, Qi Yan's hand is slightly cooler, so it's just right for her to cover and cool down.

But if you cover it for a long time, your hands will become hot, so this is not the solution. Qi Yan stared at her tightly closed eyes, and carefully withdrew her hand, but there was no response, so she got up and went to the bathroom in peace. Turn on the water heater, put some warm water in the washbasin and bring it over, and then pull out a brand new small square towel, soak it in the water, and then wring it dry.

As soon as the wet towel touched Lu Zhiqiao's forehead, her eyelashes twitched, and she half-opened her eyes. Qi Yan thought she was resisting, and coaxed softly, "You'll feel better after wiping your face." Before she finished speaking, Lu Zhiqiao closed her eyes again .

She allowed the wet towel to move carefully on her face, and the water vapor evaporated to absorb heat. Repeating this a few times, some heat could indeed be taken away, and she felt much more comfortable.

"Is it better?" Qi Yan asked softly.

Lu Zhiqiao snorted and remained motionless. The front of her clothes rose and fell with the frequency of her breathing. Although her eyes were closed, there was always a slight wrinkle between her brows.

When she was young, Qi Yan went to a business dinner party with her father. She still remembers that at that time, a few big men drank like drinking water, and the wine bottles piled up in a circle could be used for bowling. She thought her father was a good drinker—if she didn't go back and see him vomit with her own eyes.

"Yanyan, don't tell your mother..." the man blushed and said dizzily.

Of course she kept it a secret, but then she didn't know why, but her mother found out. She didn't get angry, and didn't ask questions, just shook her head and sighed with a worried face..

That was the first time she felt some kind of heavy pressure. At that time, she didn't understand what it was, but when she grew up, she gradually understood that it was life.

Drinking while indulging is completely different from having a meal. One can take the initiative to control, while the other is passive. If they hadn't met by chance today, how could she have seen Lu Zhiqiao in such a mess? With the other person's character, she must have been unwilling to be seen by others like this.

But obviously compared to these, there are things that Lu Zhiqiao cares about more, which makes her prefer to let go of her reserve and sit here rather than go home.

Qi Yan sat down next to her, gently grabbed her hand and wrapped it in her palm, as if talking to herself,

"Don't worry, I won't tell Niuniu what happened tonight."

When she got up, Zhiqiao's fingernails curled up and scraped against Qi Yan's palm. She grabbed it tightly, but she didn't have much strength, and she trembled a little. The creases between her brows deepened, her eyelashes trembled, and suddenly a tear fell from the corner of her eye, and her breathing became deep and long.

"Hmm."

She didn't want her daughter to see herself like this.

Qi Yan's nose was sour, she took her shoulders and leaned into her arms, bent her index finger and slowly wiped off the tear stains on her face, "Did you tell Lu Wei you're not going home tonight?"

"Working overtime."

With eyes closed, she muttered, "She will sleep by herself."

When she said the last two words, her throat choked up, and a few more tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, until she couldn't control her sobbing anymore. This time she didn't avoid Qi Yan, she didn't want any self-respect or reservation.

She remembered that when she just graduated, she was still a small salesperson at the bottom, with a basic salary of only two to three thousand, and she lived entirely on commission. At that time, wine table culture* was prevalent, and she would often accompany customers to eat and drink even for a small order. She was the only woman at the dinner table, surrounded by wolves, and no matter how scared she was, she could only greet them with a smile.

*drinking culture prevalent in China (but not exclusive) known for compulsory drinking, usually turning down a drink means social/professional suicide, especially if you are on the bottom-tier of the hierarchy

At that time, her daughter was under three years old and had not yet gone to kindergarten, so she could only ask an aunt nanny to take care of her.

Later, she transferred to the foreign trade branch and only needed to communicate with customers online. Even if foreigners came to visit and inspect in person, they would not engage in those fancy things. Eating is eating, and business is business.

It is also because of her spirit that although her position is getting higher and higher, social entertainment is inevitable.

When her daughter was in the second grade of elementary school, she came home drunk one day, vomited violently while hugging the toilet, and when she was seen, the silly child was so frightened that she cried until she couldn't stop crying, promising that she would be good and obedient and will not annoy her mother. She felt distressed, but there was nothing she could do. She could only work harder to make money, so that life would be easier anyway.

In recent years, the general environment has improved a lot. Whether an order is sold or not has nothing to do with eating and drinking. On the contrary, the meaning of the meal is more celebratory.

Today, the customer is happy, and she was also happy, and drank a little more.

When the alcohol is on, the emotions also follow. Thinking of many, many things in the past, the ups and downs that accumulated in her heart, and she couldn't hold it in.

Tears wet Qi Yan's clothes, and the light-colored fabric smeared a large transparent mark. Qi Yan hugged her quietly, and wiped her tears with her hands until all five fingers were stained with water. Wipe, over and over again, tirelessly.

Any comforting words will not work at this moment. Instead of giving some pale and weak chicken soup* it is better to accompany silently, give a shoulder, and give a hug.

*half-ass advice\pep talk

In the middle of the night when she was a child, her father cried in her mother's arms like this.

Silence is worth a thousand words.

Time passed slowly, Lu Zhiqiao gradually stopped sobbing, the tears no longer flowed, but the smell of alcohol made her head swell and hurt, she was a little drowsy, and being hugged soft and warm was even more hypnotic, she hugged Qi Yan subconsciously, eyelid drooping down.

"If I hadn't bumped into you, where would you be going tonight?" Qi Yan asked softly, sensing that her face was dry, she put away her fingers, picked up the cold wet towel that was put aside, and wiped her carefully .

Lu Zhiqiao shivered, her eyelids half lifted, "Hotel."

Qi Yan paused.

"Alone." She added.

When it comes to hotels, she always thinks of that night, and then a series of imaginations become endless. Qi Yan was annoyed inwardly, responded in a low voice, and continued, "Do you mind staying with me tonight?"

As usual, if this person came to her door, even if she was willing to let it go, she would definitely have to tease her first, and then put it back after she had enough oil, but today, for some reason, she was not in the mood for a joke at all, as if there was condensation in the air, low pressure; heavy and dull.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't notice it, she was limp like a puddle of mud, "I'm causing you trouble..."

"No trouble, it's just my bed—"

"I'm sleeping on the sofa."

"..."

Qi Yan's face was slightly stiff, and she said twitching the corners of her mouth: "The sofa is cold, and I don't have an air conditioner in the living room."

"It's okay."

"..."

Even when drunk, she doesn't forget to keep the last bit of restraint. Qi Yan thought it was funny, she had no other thoughts at first, she just thought that a bed with a width of 1.8 meters would be enough for two people to sleep.

The sofa in the living room is big enough and soft enough for an adult woman to lie down on. It’s just that turning over is not very free, and she may fall if the movement is too large. It is a test of whether a person sleeps honestly. Qi Yan brought in spare pillows and silk quilts, and quickly spread them out. Lu Zhiqiao didn't lie down immediately, saying she wanted to take a bath.

"Can you take a bath in this state?" Qi Yan frowned.

Lu Zhiqiao supported her eyelids, lightly rubbed her temples with her index finger, and stood up unsteadily: "It's okay, it's okay."

Just after finishing speaking, her feet staggered and almost fell. Qi Yan rushed over to support her, "You just said it's okay, what if you fall inside? Either don't wash at all , or I will help you wash."

The last sentence stirred the imagination.

"No need..." Lu Zhiqiao was soft in her arms, struggling to stand up straight, her cheeks flushed from being drunk were charming.

Qi Yan later realized that her words were ambiguous, coughed twice, and looked away.

The bathroom at home is very big, with both a shower head and a bathtub. Qi Yan went in and tidied up a bit, put in the hot water, placed all the toiletries within reach, put together non-slip floor mats, and spread them on the bathtub side, and then rummaged through boxes and cabinets to take out brand new daily necessities.

"Here are new toothbrushes, cups, towels and bath towels."

"Here are shampoos, shower gels, hair masks, body lotions, scrubs, bath salts…"

"There are also skin care products, you can use mine. Pajamas are used but washed, and the underwear are new, you just settle for it."

"Call me anytime if you need anything, I'll be in the living room."

Seeing Qi Yan bustling around like a maid, made Lu Zhiqiao half nervous and half happy. She was a little moved, ripples rippled in her drunken eyes, and her heart seemed to be in a ball of fire wrapped in ice. Something in her deepest part quietly came to life.  But soon, this feeling was washed away by the smell of alcohol and drowsiness, and she just wanted to take a shower and sleep.

"Thank you." She said sincerely, leaning on the wall and moving into the bathroom, closing the door.

The smile on Qi Yan's face disappeared instantly, her eyes dimmed, and she froze in place.

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing in the bathroom, and a figure swayed on the glass door. She pondered over the word "thank you" over and over again, feeling very uncomfortable and inexplicably bitter. At that moment, they were clearly a stone's throw away from each other, but they were standing at the farthest point from each other.

The sound of water churning.

Into the water.

In a quiet environment, Qi Yan's  hearing is particularly keen. She stood at the door and listened carefully, and couldn't help but think of the madness of the night when the two first met—there were not enough traces left in the room, and finally went into the bathroom and splashed in the water.

The picture is clear and vivid, and the more she thinks about it, the more attractive it becomes, her cheeks continue to burn, and her whole body becomes hot, she is afraid that she will rush into the bathroom uncontrollably, so she cut off her thoughts, and run out as if to escape.

It was almost ten o'clock.

Qi Yan poured out the basin of cold water in the living room, cleaned the small square towel, and hung it on the hook beside the sink. Hearing the continuous sound of water inside, she didn't want to stay any longer, so she turned and went back to the bedroom.

After closing the door, she pressed her back against the door, panting lightly, raised her hand to cover her face, it was still hot.

Needing to find something to divert her attention, Qi Yan picked up the "Dialogue with God" that she hadn't finished last night on the bedside table, sat on the sofa in the living room, flipped through it while waiting, and slowly calmed down.

It was mostly cloudy tonight, and the sky was dark, but as the night deepened, the accumulated thick clouds gradually dissipated, and a porcelain-white and bright last quarter moon appeared, sprinkled with silvery brilliance.

Qi Yan was fascinated by the book, and most of the time passed without her noticing. She suddenly raised her head, and the hands of the clock on the wall were approaching eleven o'clock, and the person in the bathroom hadn't finished washing yet.

Something's wrong!

She put down the book, rushed to the door of the bathroom in two or three steps, and knocked on the door eagerly: "Lu Zhiqiao! Have you finished washing?"

No one responded.

I knocked twice more, but there was no sound of water inside.

Qi Yan's heart tightened, she didn't care much, she unlocked the door and rushed in, a puff of hot smoke rushed towards her, the air was humid and hot, mixed with the faint scent of cedar shower gel.

Scattered foam was floating on the surface of the bathtub. Lu Zhiqiao was lying in the water with her head tilted to one side, her eyes closed tightly and her cheeks flushed. Qi Yan was stunned for two seconds, thinking that she had been poisoned by carbon monoxide, so she hurried forward and reached out to her nose.

Breathing is steady and long.

She just fell asleep.

After a false alarm, Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes moved down inadvertently, she was startled, her scalp went numb, and her nose almost bled.

A naked woman soaked in the water, under the shadow of the lamp, the luster becomes brighter and more plump, and the mountains as white as new snow are dotted with two touches of scarlet, rolling up and down, extending to the most secret canyon, the jungle is lush, and it is dark shiny.

Her heart, which had just calmed down after reading a book, was pounding wildly at this moment. Qi Yan stared straight at the water, her eyes almost popped out, her throat was a little parched, and the uneasy restlessness became more and more intense. She forced herself to look away, instead of looking, she patted Lu Zhiqiao's face lightly: "Hey, wake up..."

The bathtub is intelligently adjusted, and the water in it is still warm, making it comfortable and easy to fall asleep. With the effect of paralyzing the nerves, she yelled for a long time, but Lu Zhiqiao didn't respond at all, and her breathing became more and more stable.

It seems that she has to find a way to get this lady out.

Qi Yan looked around, picked up the big bath towel on the shelf and wrapped it around her body, put her hands into the water and hooked Lu Zhiqiao's armpit tightly, and dragged her up with all her strength, lifting her up little by little. Get out of the bathtub, stand firmly against the wall, and pull the towel to wipe off the water stains.

It is inevitable that there will be rubbing, those soft, extremely elastic, tender, and scratchy things are all there.

In this case, it is impossible to sleep on the sofa.

Qi Yan half dragged and half hugged Lu Zhiqiao and put her on the big bed in her bedroom, spread out the quilt and covered her, took the clothes to take a bath, brought out the set of pajamas prepared for Lu Zhiqiao after washing, and carefully covering her, she puts them on her.

The process of getting the woman dressed is also extremely tormenting..

Counting the days, she has not had sex for nearly two months since the bar madness. In the past, she would go out from time to time to find a woman who suits her taste to solve her needs, but after tasting Lu Zhiqiao's taste, she would rather endure self-reliance and solve it with toys .

Now sister is lying beside her, with no power to resist, letting her manipulate her.

But she couldn't.

Taking advantage of others is shameless, deceitful, and a crime to put it bluntly. She can't do this kind of thing to Lu Zhiqiao, let alone risk the tearing her face apart to satisfy her temporary desires.

The table lamp in the room was dimly adjusted, and Lu Zhiqiao, who was sleeping soundly, had a kind of quiet beauty, shed all her reserve and indifference, she was unguarded, her breathing was steady and deep, her thick and curly eyelashes were like two small fans, casting faint shadows. In the dim light, the eyebrows showed a little fragility and fatigue.

Qi Yan stretched out her hand, gently smoothed the creases between her brows, kissed the corner of her lips, and whispered: "Good night." 

Turned off the lights, lie down, and try her best not to hug her.

Afraid she won't be able to resist 

The night is long and lonely, one person has good dreams, and another one has insomnia.

....

The early winter morning sunlight fell into the room through the window. With curtains forgotten to be closed last night, the light was dazzling and bright, Lu Zhiqiao opened her eyes in a daze, squinted slightly under the stimulation of the strong light, pulled the quilt to block it, and her brain slowly woke up.

The consequence of a hangover is a headache, she pulled back the covers and sat up, rubbed her temples, looked around and found that the room looked a little unfamiliar, this bed, this quilt ...... last night social drinking, drinking too much vomiting on the side of the road, met Qi Yan, was brought back, and then showered and slept.

Lu Zhiqiao sat on the bed in a daze with her messy hair like a chicken coop. The memories up to the bathing part were blurry, and she couldn't remember what happened later. She looked down at the pajamas she was wearing, and clearly remembered that she was going to sleep at the sofa, but somehow slept in the bedroom.

Could it be...

She grabbed her collar and glanced inside, as clean as a whistle, without any marks, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Yan is not that kind of person.

She got out of bed, went out with her slippers on, followed the sound to the door of the kitchen, Qi Yan was standing in front of the stove cooking, putting a spoon into the pot and stirring gently, she was facing the door, tall and slender, with slender legs straight, smooth black waist-length hair cascading down the back, no matter which angle, she looks good.

Lu Zhiqiao's expression moved slightly, and she opened her mouth to speak, when Qi Yan turned her head and found her, her cold eyebrows and eyes immediately curved into crescent moons: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." She nodded, and stepped forward involuntarily.

"Thank you for yesterday."

Another favor owed.

Qi Yan's smile froze, and she suddenly approached, and said in a very ambiguous tone: "I don't want to hear you say thank you, but if you really want to thank me, do something practical, such as—"

"Giving me a kiss."

She just woke up from sleep, looking plain and dull, listless, less cold and abstinent, looking weak and easy to bully, especially in her own pajamas, with a seductive smell all over her body, which is unbearable.

Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet..."

"Does that mean you can kiss me after brushing your teeth?"

"..."

"Go, I'll wait for you." Qi Yan smiled and pushed her.

Drinking was a mistake, she couldn't turn her head, and she was tricked by someone, and she took the initiative and dug a hole into it. Lu Zhiqiao thought so while brushing her teeth.

She feels a little stuffy in her heart, she can't describe it. There seemed to be something hazy last night, she can't remember, and she didn't bother to remember. After all, she owed Qi Yan too much, and she should pay it back as much as she can. Looking after her daughter, followed by work, she couldn't spare any extra time to think about other things.

After brushing her teeth, she saw Qi Yan serving the porridge at the table. Lu Zhiqiao walked over slowly, her heart beating fast, and while the woman wasn't paying attention, she leaned over and pecked her cheek, and then quickly backed away.

Qi Yan: "???"

"I'm going to see Niuniu." Lu Zhiqiao lowered her head to avoid her gaze, and returned to the room in three steps.

She took the clothes she wore yesterday and the bag on the sofa, put on her shoes and opened the door. Qi Yan called her from behind: "Bring Niuniu over for breakfast, so you don't have to do it yourself." After finishing speaking, she added, "Just say Teacher Qi invited her to eat."

"...Okay."

Lu Zhiqiao closed the door and left.

Qi Yan raised her hand and touched her face. That kiss was too light, so light that with such an accidental touch, all the smells belonging to that person dissipated, as if there was a trace left.

The house was quiet and the windows in the living room were not closed, the cold wind in the morning brought the sunshine in, it was chilly, Lu Zhiqiao tiptoed back to the master bedroom, changed into her own clothes, folded Qi Yan's pajamas and put them in the hamper. She will return them after washing.

The door of the second bedroom was closed, and she gently pushed it open. The thick curtains blocked the light, and it was very dark inside. A small hill was raised on the bed, revealing half of her head—the little girl was lying on her side with a doll in her arms, breathing evenly and steadily, and sleeping soundly.

Lu Zhiqiao bent down and kissed her daughter's forehead, sour moisture welled up in her eyes, she was silent for a while, and didn't have the heart to wake her up.

Her daughter's living habits have always been very good. Under her strict supervision, she has always gone to bed early and woke up early, even on weekends, but now she is still sleeping so deeply at eight o'clock, she must have slept very late last night. Is it because she is afraid of being alone at home, or because she wants to wait for her to come back...

She didn't want to think about it, blinked, tucked the corner of the quilt, and exited silently.

"Where's Niuniu?" Qi Yan asked as soon as she entered 902.

Lu Zhiqiao consciously changed her shoes, went to the dining table, sat down, "I haven't woken her up yet, let her sleep more on the weekend."

Qi Yan nodded, without saying anything, and handed her the porridge. The two ate their porridge and were speechless for a while.

"Yesterday—" Lu Zhiqiao broke the silence softly, "How did you come to see me?"

"I went out to play on Christmas Eve, and I just happened to pass you by on my way home." Qi Yan said casually, and picked a fried dumpling for her while talking.

"Playing alone?"

Last weekend she asked if she was free, and she had already guessed 70 or 80 percent that a person with Qi Yan's personality should have many friends. She wouldn't stop pushing through her plans even if she turned her invitation down. Lu Zhiqiao admitted in her heart that she had nothing to say, and that it was wrong to talk about inappropriate stuff, so she shut up.

"No."

As expected.

"With my girlfriend." Qi Yan said then swallowed a mouthful of porridge.

Lu Zhiqiao's hands froze, losing the firm grip of the spoon and it fell into the bowl, splashing a few drops of soup onto her face, and that hazy feeling reappeared, before she could catch it, it was washed away by the more intense shame and anger that followed.

She has a girlfriend?

But still teases her? Taking advantage of her? Behaving like that—

"It means female friend." Qi Yan smiled, "A lot of straight girls like to be called like that, so I'll join in the fun."

"..."

She got teased again.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't speak, the expression on her face changed slightly, her brows and eyes were as cold as dead ashes, Qi Yan suppressed her smile, gently grabbed her hand, and said in a low voice: "If you mind, I won't call them like that in the future."

"It's okay."

Lu Zhiqiao pulled away her hand, grabbed a tissue to wipe her face, and continued to eat the porridge with her head down.

This person has already seen her in her most embarrassing and ugly appearance, so what does it matter if she made a joke out of her one more time? It's just that she is becoming more and more confused about whether she should continue to treat Qi Yan as the her daughter's teacher, be polite and considerate in everything, or let go of her reserve and guard, and try to get along with her as an ordinary friend.

As long as her daughter is still studying in the attached middle school for a day, there is no answer to this dillema.

So what are they now?

….

The end of the year was busy, and the collaboration with Senyang Technology was delayed for a week, and Lu Zhiqiao finally managed to negotiate.

The boss of the other party is surnamed Qi, he is a middle-aged uncle with good looks, his facial features are slightly deep, and his nose is especially high. When she first saw him, she thought of Qi Yan. His nose is so similar, she almost thought that this person has some blood relationship with Qi Yan. But the world is so big, to always have coincidences, she didn't think much, and reported to her boss after completing the task.

In the general manager's office, there was a faint fragrance of grass and trees, spicy and refreshing. Shu Minxi sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, rubbing her temples tiredly. She had just returned from the South China branch, and she was very tired these days.

Since she is more familiar with Lu Zhiqiao, she didn't have to worry about so much etiquette, and she was more casual. It happened that it was almost time to get off work, and the two of them sat side by side, taking a break and chatted for a while.

"You have worked hard during this time."

"It's part of the job."

"After you've been busy for a while, spend time with your daughter. I haven't seen Niu Niu for a long time. Why don't take her out to play?" Shu Minxi took a sip of tea, a smile appeared on her delicately made-up face, with light wrinkles at the end of her eyes.

Lu Zhiqiao looked up at the ceiling, thought for a while and said, "I'm taking her on vacation during this Chinese New Year."

"It's nice to have a daughter by your side." Shu Minxi said softly, with a trace of loneliness in her eyes, "Not like me, alone this year but I still won’t go home for the Spring Festival, so as not to be asked by my parents.”

Shu Minxi is almost forty years old, rich and with a successful career, no spouse and no children. Although the latter two are not necessities of life, in the dead of night, looking at a big empty house, it is inevitable that her heart will still feel lonely.

Some companionship, even pets cannot replace humans.

Lu Zhiqiao lowered her eyelids: "It's good to have parents whol ask about you."

Shu Minxi was taken aback, realized that she couldn't continue, and quickly changed the subject: "I'm going to visit the chairman on New Year's Day. She has been in poor health, and I heard that she is sick again. Do you want to go with me?"

——tok tok tok

The knock on the door interrupted Lu Zhiqiao's thoughts of talking.

The two looked up at the same time, Secretary Jiang pushed the door open, and said in a low voice, "Ms. Shu, Ms. Aoki is here."

"I don't want to see her."

Shu Minxi changed her expression in an instant, and said coldly, "Please send her back."

"But..."

After all, she is the daughter of one of the company's largest clients, so it  might be impolite to refuse her directly. Before Secretary Jiang could finish speaking, a figure squeezed in from behind and met the eyes of the two on the sofa.

Aoki Saki, the daughter of the president of Japan Teisei Co., Ltd.

She has a typical Japanese baby face, black hair parted in the middle, a simple and clean white sweater, a linen gray dress, and chunky heel boots. She stood there, her eyes fell on the shoulders of the two of them, she looked at Lu Zhiqiao curiously, and then looked at Shu Minxi, hesitated to speak.

Secretary Jiang wisely closed the door and exited.

Lu Zhiqiao also stood up, smiled politely at her, and said to Shu Minxi, "Ma'am Shu, I'll go to work first." After she finished speaking, she nodded without waiting for a reply, and the soles of her feet rushed out.

The room was silent, a long silence.

Saki sniffed the fresh and pungent aroma of grass and trees, which smelled so good, she stepped forward two steps: "Minxi, who was that just now?"

"A Friend."

"Do friends call you Ma'am Shu?" She spoke fluent Chinese clearly.

Shu Minxi frowned and did not answer, a layer of ice formed deep in her pupils.

Saki sat next to her, just where Lu Zhiqiao sat, grabbed her hand, her voice trembling: "I didn't mean to barge in, but you won't see me if I don't use this method..."

Afraid that she would break free, she added another hand to hold it tightly.

"Let go."

"Let's talk, at least give me a chance to explain."

Shu Minxi struggled with all her strength, but this woman was so strong that her wrist hurt and she couldn't break free. She was annoyed for a moment: "Your father has already returned to Japan, what are you still doing here?"

"I have no intention of leaving this time."

Saki suddenly let go, but hugged her directly by the waist, with mist in her eyes, and choked up, "I've already divorced Xiu Xing, and my child also..."

"Secretary Jiang!" Shu Minxi called out, interrupting her, "Call the security guard!"

"Minxi—"

...

As soon as Lu Zhiqiao returned to her office, her phone rang. It was Qi Yan's call.

The ID she gave was "Teacher Qi". As soon as she saw these two words appear on the screen, she couldn't help thinking about whether something happened to Lu Wei at school. She was nervous and nervous, "Teacher Qi?"

"Call me by my name."

" ..."

"Hurry up." The woman's lazy voice came from the other end, with an imperative force.

Lu Zhiqiao's heart trembled inexplicably, and she corrected her words politely: "Qi Yan."

"Are you done with work?"

"In five minutes." She glanced at her watch.

"Not working overtime today?"

"No."

"Your car license plate is restricted today, right?"

"Yes." She doesn't know what this person is up to, right now.

There was silence in the receiver for a few seconds, then she suddenly laughed and said softly, "I'm downstairs in your company."

Lu Zhiqiao was stunned.

"I'll pick you up when you get off work."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for her response.

Lu Zhiqiao put down her phone, got up and walked by the window, and looked down. Her office was not located near the main entrance of the building, and she could only see the flower garden at the corner. It was dark outside. She searched for a while, but did not see anyone.

She was so curious.

It was six o'clock.

Most of the staff got off work with their fingerprint cards, and a small number of those who had to work overtime did not leave. The crowd poured out of the building one after another and scattered in all directions. Lu Zhiqiao took the elevator down to the first floor and followed the flow of people out of the gate.

A flamboyant red LaFerrari was parked at the gate, the passenger door was raised high, and the flamboyant shape was particularly eye-catching.

“Wow, what kind of car is this? 

She had a hunch... 

Her phone lit up.

It was a WeChat message from Qi Yan: [Get in the car]

"..."

A gust of cold wind blew in, gently lifting the broken hair on Lu Zhiqiao's forehead. Under the eyes of everyone, she walked over with a blank expression, bent over to get in the car. 

She closed the door, blushing.

Qi Yan folded her arms and leaned on the back of the chair, looked at her leisurely, raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Ms. Lu, your full-time driver Yanyan will serve you."

"..."

"Is this car good-looking?"

Lu Zhiqiao took a deep breath. She breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to look outside the window, and hummed softly: "It looks good."

Not only is it good-looking, but also coquettish, which fits this person's temperament very well, it is simply tailor-made for her.

The smile on the corner of Qi Yan's mouth deepened, she straightened her back, and leaned forward with her arms propped up: "Do you like it?" 

Lu Zhiqiao choked on her throat and didn't answer.

"Hmm?"

"Where did you get this?" She changed the subject.

"Don't worry about where it came from, it wasn't stolen anyway." Warm breath rushed to the side of the ear, with a seductive voice.

"Answer me, do you like it?"

Lu Zhiqiao shuddered, turned her face to avoid it, but just in time sent the mole to the woman's lips, and the heat was overwhelmed in an instant, even her eyelids were melted, and she replied vaguely: "...I like it."

"Then—"

Qi Yan gently sucked her tear mole, her eyes were dark and gloomy: "Do you like me, or that man?"
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