planted in her hands

But I didn't stay in her room with Meng Qingyao all the time. After taking a nap, she happened to have something to do at work. After asking my opinion, she brought me to her cheongsam shop.

Looking at the word "accident" now, I don't feel jealous at all.

Meng Qing shook the side of her head and raised her lips at me: "Let's go."

Go up the steps and you're in the shop.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is also hot, and the store is cool, but today is still a working day, there are not many customers in the store, and the clerks are serious about entertaining them.

Meng Qingyao led me up to the second floor and into her office.

"Where's sister Xiaoyou?" I asked.

Meng Qingyao put a bottle of water for me, and took out fruit from the small refrigerator in the corner: "She is busy."

"I didn't have this small refrigerator when I came last time." I thought about it.

"Ah."

"Bought for you."

Sitting on the sofa, I lifted my chin up again when I heard the words, and asked again knowingly: "What do you mean?"

"Maybe..." Meng Qingyao picked one of the washed Sunshine Rose Green for me, bent down and handed it to my lips, "There will be times like today, when I'm working and you're waiting for me."

I opened my mouth to put Qingti in my mouth, so my words were a bit vague: "I'm happy waiting for you."

As soon as the words came out, the door was pushed open.

Meng Qingyao and I looked over together, and saw You Xun standing at the door, holding a pen and paper, with a playful apology on her face: "I'm sorry, it's not the right time to come."

"Then you should close the door again." Meng Qingyao picked another one and handed it to my lips, without any displeasure at being "disturbed".

Instead, I felt a little uncomfortable. After eating this one, I immediately said, "I'll do it myself."

You Xun walked in, smiling, "I'm a dog skin plaster that can't be driven away, shake it lightly." She greeted me, "Sister Xiaochi, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Miss You." I cocked the corner of my mouth.

Meng Qingyao had already wiped her hands with a tissue, sat down next to me, and became more serious: "What's the matter?"

You Xun also put away his hip-hop appearance, put the drawings on the coffee table, and discussed with Meng Qingyao about the design of the new style. The aesthetics of the two of them are relatively consistent and both are high-end. This cheongsam is very beautiful, and it can catch my eye at a glance.

It's just that I'm not a professional in this field after all, I don't understand some professional vocabulary, so I watched Meng Qingyao take a paintbrush and draw a few strokes on it. The blueprint of this cheongsam obviously hasn't changed much, but it looks like it immediately It's even more amazing.

You Xun looked at the picture, and then praised: "Qing Yao, the embellishment here is just right." She got up without hesitation, "I'll go and ask the customer if he is satisfied."

"it is good."

As soon as You Zi left, the door was closed, and Meng Qingyao and I were the only two people in the room.

I thought for a while and asked: "Is this what the customer wants?"

"Yes, it was an old customer who wanted a high-end custom-made cheongsam, and gave You Xun a design deadline. This is about to reach a deadline, but the customer is still not satisfied with the design, and You Xun has been busy with other things recently. Come and ask me." Meng Qingyao's voice was soft and relaxed, and I just watched her lips open and close.

After she finished speaking, I leaned over and kissed her, and looked at her again: "It looks good."

Meng Qingyao laughed: "Did you draw?"

"you."

I suddenly remembered another thing: "Sister Qingyao, didn't you always come back to take model photos before? Then..."

"Want to see the picture?" Meng Qing shook her brows and raised her eyebrows, seeing through my thoughts.

I nodded: "Of course!"

"That might be..." Meng Qingyao pondered solemnly for several seconds, "A kiss is not enough."

Ok.

Find another place to fall in love.

After Meng Qingyao finished speaking, she got up specially, went to the door and locked it: "I'm afraid she will forget to knock on the door again later."

I cleared my throat: "How many kisses is enough?"

Meng Qingyao sat down next to me, her right elbow rested on the sofa, her left hand pinched my chin lightly, her eyes fell on my lips, and she replied slowly: "I don't know."

"Then I will work hard."

As I said that, I leaned over and put my arms around her waist. Unfortunately, there was no pillow to cushion her behind. I simply put her down on the sofa. Her right hand lost its fulcrum and landed behind my head. Twice down my hair.

Meng Qingyao also ate a few green grapes, and there was still a sweet fruity aroma in her mouth. I lay down on her body and tasted it for a long time before withdrawing from myself.

It's just that in this way, her lips looked redder and glowed with moisture.

She slowly opened her eyes and met mine.

My throat moved, and I leaned in again, but this time I was not in a hurry to kiss her, but now I stroked her hair and asked her: "Is that enough?"

She stuck out the tip of her tongue, licked her lips, and let out a "hmm".

It happened that the sun outside was still shining in, her dark pupils became more obvious, and it looked even more charming to my heart under the light.

"Not enough." I whispered and kissed her again.

Fortunately, Meng Qingyao was very foresighted, this time before we were finished, there was a knock on the door.

A wandering voice sounded outside: "This time I knocked on the door." She asked, "I'm coming in."

In the next second, she heard her say again: "Why can't it be opened."

In the next second, she suddenly realized: "Sorry to bother you, don't come and open the door for me, goodbye."

I:"……"

Meng Qingyao seemed to find it funny that I was in a daze, so she couldn't help biting the tip of my tongue and chuckled, then she rubbed her head comfortingly, meaning it was okay.

I don't know how long it took, maybe five or six minutes, before she and I sat up.

Even though she was as calm as Meng Qingyao, her face was a little blush, she glanced at me, got up, walked to the desk, sat on the soft chair, opened the drawer, took out a delicate booklet, rushed I beckoned.

I walked over and wanted to stand next to her, but she grabbed it with one hand and I sat down on her lap.

I know my own weight well, and I wanted to stand up slightly to share some strength, but Meng Qingyao refused, she put her arms around my waist, and said softly, "It's not heavy." She said, "Just Sit like this."

"Um……"

Although we are already lovers, this is the first time that I sit on my lap, and the temperature of my ears still inevitably rises.

But our attention should also be diverted.

The brochure in Meng Qingyao's hand was a different brochure from last time, the "accidental" logo was stamped on the cover, which looked very high-end, she opened the first page: "This brochure is for senior members. "

"Okay." I answered.

Meng Qingyao continued: "The picture I took is basically here."

On the first page, Meng Qingyao is wearing a dark green cheongsam. She already has a good temperament, coupled with her excellent appearance, when this cheongsam matches her, it instantly catches the eye. The second page is another A floral cheongsam, this one is bright in color, not monotonous, showing elegance.

Page three, page four...

There are about [-] pages in total, all of which are exquisite cheongsams of different colors and styles. Meng Qingyao is a regular model, but every one she wears is amazing. I praised it while reading it. It is a pity that I am learning Chinese Literature, at this time, is still a little poor, and it can't be boasted.

Meng Qingyao's eyes were bright and she was very patient.

After finishing this brochure, I took the mobile phone on the desk again: "You went to Haicheng to help a friend take a photo of Hanfu, I saw it on my friend's Weibo, she is a fan of that Hanfu studio, I’m so excited to see this set of pictures.” I looked at Meng Qingyao, “Even though you don’t show your face in that set of pictures, I still recognize you.”

Meng Qingyao was slightly startled: "Then have you seen my Weibo?"

"...Well." I also showed her my frequent visits, "It's all regarded as the top of the frequent visits."

I glanced at her, and added: "Especially in the past week, I watched it every day, and I clicked on it when I was free. I don't know what that 'wait for me' you sent means."

"I get it now?"

"You are by my side, of course I understand!"

Meng Qingyao took my mobile phone in her hand and clicked on her Weibo homepage. She pointed to the Weibo on the top, the smiling face made up of the symbols, and said slowly: "On this day, I was the first one in the resort. The first time I saw you, your birthday party had already started at this time, I knew you from the beginning, now I met you, I was in a good mood, and I sent such a smiley face, but I didn’t put it on the top until you came I saw 'See Qingshan', and I remembered to put it on the top." She tapped the tip of my nose, "I didn't expect you to see my Weibo in advance."

"Coincidentally..."

"Then why don't you pay attention?" Meng Qingyao was puzzled again.

I pursed my lips: "I'm afraid you will find out."

"Found what?"

I coughed lightly: "Maybe you will know by clicking on my Weibo?"

Sure enough, she withdrew.

My Weibo name used to be chosen randomly, but since I lost Meng Qingyao last week, I changed my ID to "I want to be her little bear" for the first time, and some friends have come to ask me about this "her" who is it.

Meng Qingyao naturally noticed the Weibo ID, and also noticed two or three of my friends who liked Weibo and shared links with me.

She asked, "Can I open it?"

"can……"

She clicked on the latest one. She is my college roommate and has a good relationship with me. She likes to share some interesting things with me on Weibo. Compared with WeChat, we chat more frequently on Weibo.

She asked a few days ago: [Why did you change your Weibo name? 】

Me: [I want to change it. 】

She: 【Then who is this "she"? 】

She: [Shao Ling? 】

I'm not. 】

Me: [How long has it been since I broke up with her! 】

Me: [It's a straight girl I like, but I decided not to like her anymore! 】

She: [Then you still change your ID. 】

I:【……】

After reading the chat conversation, I was silent.

Meng Qingyao's lips were pursed, the air pressure dropped a bit, I cautiously said: "That..."

Meng Qingyao looked at me: "Have you decided not to like me?"

"If I can really do it, I won't change my ID." I made a pathetic look.

Meng Qing shook her head lightly: "That's right." The next moment, she changed her subject, "But I still feel a little uncomfortable looking at it now, what should I do?"

Without even thinking about it, I snatched the phone and put it aside first, and replaced it with a posture of straddling her lap: "You can punish me however you want, don't feel uncomfortable or unhappy, okay?"

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Although I won't write it out, they must use this posture to do

I won't write (kimbo