ZangJiao

After lunch, Hua Qingsi went out after one o'clock in the afternoon, asked the driver to take her to the tea house on Songcui Road, and waited for the driver to leave before rushing out to take a taxi to the Junlin Hotel.

Room 1225.

After sending flowers to Qingsi back, Sheng Baiyi also went back to the hotel to catch up on sleep for a while, got up at 11 o'clock, washed and changed clothes, had lunch, and then held a video conference to arrange trivial matters.

He doesn't have a lot of free time, he wants to settle the affairs of the Eastern Capital and return to Nanyang for the New Year with peace of mind, and he will go to the south of the Yangtze River to create opportunities to enter the Hua family after the year...but there are many important things waiting to be planned and arranged.

It's just that when this person arrives in the south of the Yangtze River, it's inevitable that he won't be able to calm down. Hua Qingsi is here, and he just wants to see her and be with her all the time.

"Jiu Ye, Jiu Ye."

This is Wen Shao reminding him in countless meetings.

Sheng Baiyi took out his glasses and threw them on the table, pinching his eye sockets tiredly, "Let's do this first, you can arrange the rest, please ask me for instructions if necessary."

The wage earners didn't dare to say a word, they all knew that Master Jiu flew to the south of the Yangtze River in the early morning to meet the young lady, and even seeing the beauties, he didn't care about his work.

What's more, in today's Eastern Capital, no one dares to make trouble for the time being.

Junlin Hotel is a joint venture, but the owner behind the scenes is actually Sheng Baiyi, and every room he stays in always has something...

For example, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sandalwood.

When he used to be restless, Ms. Shen would take him to the temple, listen to the chanting, listen to the bell, or ask him to copy some heart scriptures.

Or, take him to stay in the temple for a few days.

Later, when he was unsure, he liked to copy Buddhist scriptures and Heart Sutras.

"Yuanzhou, come in and study ink."

After Yuan Zhou came in, he didn't dare to say much, he was as quiet as a chicken, he didn't hear anything outside the window, and only focused on studying ink.

There are many Buddhist scriptures, the Heart Sutra and the white clothes are engraved in the heart, and practice makes perfect. Picking up a pen is like a thin golden body like a cone drawing sand.

This word is really good, but the heart is not quiet.

A good Buddhist scripture is written into the name of the whole article, and it is always the word "Hua Qingsi" over and over again.

"Master Jiu, count the time, Miss Hua should be here, do you want to rest for a while?"

It's past two o'clock, Miss Hua must have found an excuse to go out, if she didn't call, she just came to the hotel to meet her, Jiu Ye rushed to attack Miss Hua at night, but turned around and asked someone to meet at the hotel...

In short, not so good!

"You talk a lot?"

Yuan Zhou cleared his throat, not daring to speak any more.

At 2:25, Hua Qingsi went to the twelfth floor and followed the directions to the door of room 1225. She also understood that she should not come to the hotel, where boyfriend and girlfriend are already ambiguous in the hotel——

But this is Jiangnan, she always has scruples, if she is bumped into by an acquaintance, and the relationship is made public before it is explained, it will make Sheng Baiyi's image in front of grandma and uncle plummet.

He hesitated at the door for a few seconds before ringing the doorbell.

Soon, footsteps came from inside, and Yuan Zhou who answered the door smiled brightly, "Miss Hua, you are here, it's cold outside."

In fact, the winter in Jiangnan is not as cold as in Dongdu.

"Are you busy?"

Yuan Zhou walked in the back half of the body, "No, Lord Jiu is practicing calligraphy, in the study of the bedroom, Miss Hua, please go in first, I will pour you a cup of hot water."

She said thank you, followed Yuan Zhou's guidance, and all the sounds of high heels stepping on the carpet were trapped.

This is a very spacious suite, especially the master bedroom, cloakroom, bathroom, and study. She came in from the outside without knocking on the door, subconsciously walking lightly.

At this moment, Sheng Baiyi's heart is calm, sitting in front of the desk, wearing silver-rimmed single-sided chain glasses, wearing a milky white round-neck sweater, and burning sandalwood in the desk incense case.

In addition to the smell of sandalwood, there is also the smell of ink in the room.

Especially the feeling of the misty rain in ink painting.

"Brother Nine." She called softly, her eyes focused on his outline, she was really not Yangou before, when she met Sheng Baiyi, what she admired the most was his handsome appearance.

But now, she would always be fascinated by this silhouette, those fox eyes and couldn't help herself.

Sheng Baiyi put down his pen, touched the frame of the mirror with his slender fingertips, and beckoned her to come to him, but his eyes looked darkly at her.

When she approached, Sheng Baiyi stood up, wrapped his thin waist in his arms.

Without any explanation, he bowed his head and kissed her.

The kiss fell so suddenly, Hua Qingsi was unprepared, and stepped back on the desk a little later, flicked the rice paper, and a faint fragrance of ink wafted in the room.

She came here today wearing a pink coat, a milky white waist dress, paired with a pair of high heels, her hair is fixed with hairpins, and there are not many accessories, just a pair of pearl earrings, a little makeup, and it is limited to eyebrows and lips.

She is beautiful in her own right, and has an excellent temperament. This body sets off her extraordinarily elegant and gentle.

He didn't hear the voice, Yuan Zhou didn't dare to enter rashly, returned to the living room wisely, turned on the mobile phone to play games pretending not to know...

See no evil, hear no evil.

Should he leave the suite?

For a short while, Hua Qingsi couldn't breathe before Sheng Baiyi let go of her, and bit her red lips reluctantly, "It's a bit abrupt, but Brother Jiu misses you."

Hua Qingsi gasped, not knowing what to say to him.

Eyes are red, a little annoyed, a little helpless, more of a compromise.

"You, what are you writing?"

He smiled, and intentionally brought it close to his ear, "Buddhist scriptures, don't worry."

"But as soon as you come, brother Jiu's heart...is in a mess."

Suddenly when he kissed again, Hua Qingsi shuddered and turned away to hide, "Yes, someone is outside."

Is there anyone out there?

No, Ensu has left very wisely.

Although dog food is good, it is not easy to digest after eating for a long time, not to mention the rare opportunities for lonely men and widows, in case of dry firewood, they will not be able to leave even if they want to.

Sheng Baiyi laughed in her ear and pressed his fingertips on her waist, "The light bulb went out."

"Ninth Brother!"

She blushed and shouted, with complaints in her words, Sheng Baiyi restrained herself and pulled some distance away.

"Stop teasing you."

Hua Qingsi glared at him, turned around to look at the thin golden body on the rice paper, and looked at his writing still felt flowing, natural, and unconcealable.

Seeing that she liked it, Sheng Baiyi took a pen and wrapped the ink, "Do you want to try it?"

She shook her head, and there was no need to hide anything, "I can't write with my right hand. I used to be left-handed."

"It's okay, take your time, Brother Jiu will teach you."

Hua Qingsi pushed halfway, and did not forget the posture of holding the brush. She has beautiful hands, and holding the brush is even more beautiful. Sheng Baiyi hugged her from behind and held her hand.

Put pen and ink on rice paper to form a rhyme.

"Writing, everyone has their own style." He stuck it to his neck, and the words were gentle, which seemed to be a little seductive, "Don't be restrained when writing, follow your heart, write steadily, and use strength when you lift it. Take it, don't be sloppy, indecisive—"

A very free, easy and full flower character is reflected on the rice paper.

Hard and soft, chic and elegant.

Sheng Baiyi looked into her slightly shining eyes, tightened his fingers on her waist, and kissed her cheek ambiguously.

"You like it so much?"

Her cheeks were hot, and her ears were hot, "Your handwriting is beautiful."

"It's okay, brother Jiu has a lifetime to teach you slowly."

"How many are you writing?"

"it is good."

The names Hua Qingsi and Sheng Baiyi were quickly written on the not cheap rice paper.

Standing opposite each other, even the name matches so well.

Sheng Baiyi looked a little naive, and drew a peach heart with two names wrapped around it.

Seeing this heart, Hua Qingsi laughed.

"Come on, try it."

Anyway, it's practicing calligraphy, and I don't care if it's good or not. Sheng Baiyi still hugs her like this, and slowly guides her. Hua Qingsi has been practicing calligraphy since she was a child. She still has the style of calligraphy that she should have, but compared with before It is indeed a lot worse.

She didn't write anything else, just repeated and described the words "Sheng Baiyi" according to the words on it, but no matter how many times she wrote, she still couldn't capture the charm of the words.

A page of rice paper is full of the name of 'Sheng Baiyi'.

Hua Qingsi put down the pen and removed the ruler, held it in his hand, turned to look at him, "I can't practice well."

Sheng Baiyi smiled and kissed her, "Take your time, thin gold body is not easy to write, if you can write well when you are new to it, I should call you teacher."

"We have a lot of time, and one day you will surpass Brother Nine."

"right?"

The little lady felt a little better, as soon as her arms fell, Sheng Baiyi moved her body over, dragged her legs and sat on the desk, and the rice paper on the desk flew up.

Under the bright light and the pouring sun, Sheng Baiyi kissed her passionately and intently with a seductive gesture.

Hua Qingsi's fingers on the table nervously curled up and slowly tightened.

The room was so quiet, only the sound of water stains when they kissed, the sound of rubbing clothes, and the sound of slightly rapid breathing.

Her long hair was messed up, and a lot of strands of hair were scattered, sticking to her sweaty forehead and temples, and some hair strands that were too long were still wrapped around the thin white swan neck.

Sheng Baiyi didn't want to do anything to her, but the kiss was too uncontrollable and emotional.

Until, the inkstone was knocked over.

The fragrance of ink is rich and strong in the air.

"Don't move." Sheng Baiyi took her hand and was still kissing her, "It's not easy to wash if it's stained, I'll take care of it."

Her almond eyes were so red, so soft, filled with water vapor, sinking in the sea of ​​desire, she just recovered.

His eyes were even more familiar, and he bit her lips lightly.

"Still looking at brother Jiu like this?"

"It's easy for me to make mistakes."

She eagerly stopped looking at him, and there was a little pink on her thin neck.

"I'll handle it, you go out first."

Sheng Baiyi backed away a little distance, straightened her messy skirt, and carried her off the desk, Hua Qingsi, who had landed on the ground, trotted away, all flustered from behind.

He laughed in a low voice, with electricity, crisp to the bone.