The prince of Beijing circle is unattainable, and asks her to take responsibility at night

Those two words immediately touched Jiang Zhi's heart.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat at that moment, and then began beating rapidly again.

Jiang Zhi felt inexplicably nervous, afraid that he would see through her thoughts, and even more afraid that he knew something.

She is Jiang Zhi, that Jiang Zhi died long ago.

The fewer people who know that secret, the better.

Besides, Shang Yanjing is not someone to whom you can confide secrets.

"There's nothing to talk about."

After saying that, Jiang Zhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the sudden fluctuation.

But just opened my eyes.

Shang Yanjing was right in front of him, "I know."

As he spoke, he suddenly squeezed her hand, and when he touched the cold hand, there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Before she could speak, he had already grasped the woman's hand and rubbed it several times.

"It's just a casual chat, what are you afraid of?"

Jiang Zhi was frightened by his repeated actions and broke free from his hands, "What am I afraid of?"

"Okay, I'm not afraid." The man's hand hooked around her waist, his voice filled with doting, "Then let's talk about this painting."

After he finished speaking, Shang Yanjing brought the painting directly in front of her.

She was startled.

It’s so close.

The marks on it could be touched with just a hand, but this time, Jiang Zhi didn't dare to look.

Not to mention touching.

It was obvious that he was thinking about it all the time, but at this moment, Jiang Zhi held his breath, frowned, raised his eyes, and looked at Shang Yanjing, not understanding what Shang Yanjing wanted to do.

She squeezed her hands and didn't move.

"don't want?"

A man's voice came from above.

"That counts..."

"I didn't say no." Jiang Zhi reached out and pinched a corner of the painting. At that moment, she didn't care about anything else.

Half of the reason why this painting is so valuable is that the paper is very small, but the brushstrokes are clear and powerful, and every detail is outlined very realistically.

Only when pinching it like this did Jiang Zhi feel it was real.

The painting that she had touched countless times when she was a child still appeared in front of her intact and flawless.

Although we have gone through many hardships and encountered many setbacks.

But she still held it tightly.

It was as if at that moment, my parents were still by my side and nothing had changed.

just.

Shang Yanjing didn't let go this time.

"I'll give you the money." She said, and then thought of something, "But I can't take out so much money at once. I will pay you the remaining amount in installments. I will definitely not default on the debt..."

The words were suddenly drowned out by Shang Yanjing's voice, "Jiang Zhi, what's so good about this painting that it's worth you doing this."

The air froze and seemed to stop for a few seconds.

Jiang Zhi felt extremely uneasy. She grabbed her clothes tightly with one hand.

For her, this painting is a memory.

"Professor Jiang was my grandma's idol..." Her voice came out little by little, "When my grandma was alive, she always wanted this painting..."

The carriage suddenly became quiet.

After Jiang Zhi finished speaking, he looked at Shang Yanjing.

The old lady didn't lie that she loved her father's paintings.

Shang Yanjing let go of his hand.

Jiang Zhi stood there in a daze, staring at Shang Yanjing's face with an extremely absorbed gaze.

The man suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"What? You want to kiss me?"

Jiang Zhi was speechless, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to kiss you?"

Her voice was weak, but with a barely perceptible tremor.

He smiled slightly, and that smile seemed to contain a deep meaning, which made Jiang Zhi's heart even more flustered.

She didn't dare look him in the eye, for fear that her emotions would burst out like a flood.

"What nonsense did I say?" He pressed on, his voice low and magnetic, "Isn't it?"

Jiang Zhi felt her cheeks getting hot from the hot breath, and she knew her face must be as red as a ripe apple.

She tried hard to regain her composure, but the turmoil in her heart grew more and more turbulent.

The man became more and more demanding.

He glanced at Jiang Zhi's face, and the little flickering light fell into the man's eyes.

"Shang Yanjing...don't be like this." She finally squeezed out these words, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

But he didn't seem to intend to let her go. Instead, he moved closer until she could feel the warmth of his breath.

Sizzling hot.

"Jiang Zhi," his voice suddenly became gentle, "I can even hear your heartbeat."

Her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest. She knew that at this moment, she could no longer hide her feelings.

Jiang Zhi's breathing quickened, and she felt an unprecedented tension and anticipation. Every movement and glance from Shang Yanjing made her heart beat faster, as if it was about to burst through her chest.

"That's you...you were too close to me." She tried to push him away, but her strength seemed insignificant in front of Shang Yanjing.

"Really?" He asked softly, with a hint of teasing in his voice, but his eyes were extremely serious. "Then how far away do you want me to stay from you?"

An inexplicable urge surged in Jiang Zhi's heart. She wanted to answer, but was afraid that her true thoughts would be exposed.

She bit her lip, not knowing what to do.

Shang Yanjing seemed to see through her thoughts. He gently lifted her chin so that her eyes could not escape his gaze.

"Jiang Zhi." His voice was low and firm. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

Outside the car, a little light fell on him.

"You..." Jiang Zhi's voice trembled. She finally plucked up the courage to look him straight in the eyes.

The man leaned forward.

This time, he grabbed her lips.

It took all her breath away.

……

"Hold on tight, I won't care if you fall."

In the bedroom, her back fell on the bed, and the man's hot body pressed down on her.

Jiang Zhi endured the kiss with such strong aggressiveness in a daze. When the pain brought her back to her senses, she suddenly realized.

She didn't know how Shang Yanjing lured her to bed again. She wanted to push him away, but the man knew how to arouse her sexual desire.

"pain……"

Confused consciousness.

The body's senses are infinitely magnified, and any pleasure can be amplified tenfold.

It nearly drove her crazy.

The messy hair and the sweat that couldn't be identified belonged to them, but now they were all blended together.

Jiang Zhi listened to Shang Yanjing's voice in a daze.

"Try to forget me again!"

There was a knock on the door. Jiang Zhi was drowsy and was suddenly startled by the noise.

There were repeated knocks on the door.

But the man turned a deaf ear to it.

Jiang Zhi pushed his chest, "Are you not satisfied yet?"

Shang Yanjing pinched her face and said, "Not enough."

The door didn't open, but the phone started ringing.

The two voices were mixed with Jiang Zhi's begging for mercy.

From high to low.

Jiang Zhi only knew that Shang Yanjing finally let her go.

She fell asleep in a daze, listening to someone lying outside, but she no longer had any strength.

Jiang Zhi felt sleepy even in such a short time.

She had a dream. In the dream, she was at home in Hong Kong, sitting on a swing, with her father pushing the swing from behind her, little by little, forward...

bang bang!

There was a loud noise outside. Jiang Zhi woke up in a daze, reached out to touch his face, and felt cold tears.

The noise came again.

Shang Yanjing came in again.