She Is From The Countryside

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Jiang Muchen came back to his senses, thinking that he didn't need to call him Third Master Jiang, just followed Jiang Rui to call Third Uncle, but then thought about the relationship between Shi Yan and Jiang Che, so he didn't say that.

"Miss Shi just came back from outside?"

Shi Yan smiled and nodded, waiting for him to go forward and continue walking into the yard.

"Is the car that brought Miss Shi back just now Miss Shi's friend? Why don't you just ask him to take you in? There is still a long distance from the gate to your yard. "

"It's too late to bother you."

"Miss Shi's words make sense. Since you live here, you can treat this place as your own home. Since you are in your own home, you don't have to pay so much attention."

Shi Yan smiled slightly.

Now even if she returns to the Shi family, she can't be careless.

Jiang Muchen glanced at her, and didn't continue the topic: "I think that car belongs to Qu Boxiao, actor Qu, do you know Miss Shi and actor Qu?"

As an insider, Shi Yan was not surprised that Jiang Muchen could recognize Qu Boxiao's car.

"Well, yes, he is my second brother."

"Second brother?" Jiang Muchen was slightly surprised.

"It turns out that Ms. Shi is the daughter of the eldest sister of the Su family. No wonder I look a little like the elder sister of the Su family when I look at Ms. Shi's eyebrows."

"Jiang Sanye knows my mother?"

"We're all family friends, so we know each other naturally, but I don't have much contact with the eldest sister of the Su family, and I have more contact with sister Yunzhi."

Shi Yan glanced at him and said, "My aunt?"

"Well, I'm friends with your aunt." Jiang Muchen said with a smile.

"Since Mr. Jiang is friends with my aunt, he is also my elder. Don't call me Miss Shi, just call me by my name."

"Then I'll call you Xiaoyan like everyone else?"

Shi Yan had no objection: "Yes."

"Then Xiaoyan, don't call me Mr. Jiang,

Call me Third Uncle like Ruier, it's Fifth Master's side..."

Shi Yan said with a smile: "It's okay, let's talk about it."

Jiang Muchen seemed very happy.

"Will Xiao Yan go to the Yu family's banquet tomorrow?"

"Rui'er's confession banquet, I will definitely go."

The two chatted a little more about some irrelevant topics, and they parted ways after a while.

Shi Yan said goodbye to Jiang Muchen, and Jiang Muchen was puzzled: "Isn't your yard this way?"

"I'm going to Bamboo Garden."

Under the street lamp, Jiang Muchen saw the girl smiling like a flower, and felt a little complicated for a while.

Just a nineteen-year-old girl, moving in together?

He wanted to say something, but found that he didn't seem to have that position, and then thought that the person with her was Jiang Che, and it was not his business, so Jiang Muchen didn't say any more.

"Then you go, see you tomorrow."

Shi Yan returned to the bamboo garden and entered the door directly with her fingerprints, no need for someone to open the door for her.

Go straight into the yard.

The light in the living room of the main house was on, indicating that someone was waiting for her. When Shi Yan walked to the main house, she felt a sense of belonging in her heart.

It seemed like she hadn't felt this way for a long time.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jiang Che wearing a white bathrobe sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He should have just taken a shower, and his hair is still a little wet.

When she looked at him, Jiang Che was also looking up at her.

Seeing her attire, there seemed to be a flash of light in his deep and quiet eyes.

His eyes fell on her lipsticked lips.

"Miss Shi, are you back?"

"Well, I'm back."

Walked straight towards him, put the schoolbag on the sofa beside him, walked to stand in front of him, stared at him for a few seconds, leaned slightly and took the book in his hand and put it on the coffee table, and then trapped him in her between the sofa.

Jiang Che looked up at her, and asked with a smile, "What is Miss Shi doing?"

Shi Yan leaned closer, his lips were only two or three centimeters away from his, breathing intertwinedly: "Mr. Jiang specially dressed up to welcome me, shouldn't you already know what I'm going to do?"

When the lips were pressed together, Jiang Che let out a low laugh from between the tightly pressed lips.

He raised his hand, wrapped one around her waist, and put the other on her lap through her floral skirt.

Shi Yan was standing, while Jiang Che was sitting, Shi Yan had the upper hand in the posture alone, so this kiss was almost dominated by her.

After the long kiss ended, Shi Yan was hugged by Jiang Che and sat sideways on his lap.

The lipstick on her lips was dizzy, and Jiang Che's lips were also stained a lot.

Jiang Che took out a tissue and gently wiped off the smudged lipstick on Shi Yan's lips: "Miss Shi, I'm so sorry that I'm not picking you up today."

She looks like she has put a lot of thought into her outfit.

They were supposed to have a romantic candlelight dinner.

"We still have a lot of time to spend together in the future." Shi Yan said, putting his hands on his shoulders, and sliding down his loose bathrobe little by little.

Jiang Che didn't stop her either.

Continue to carefully wipe the lipstick on her lips, and help her wipe it off, but don't care about himself.

The smudged lipstick on the lips, the gradually deep eyes, the wet hair and the loose bathrobe, looked full of lust.

Shi Yan leaned in his arms, slipped her hands into the bathrobe and landed on his chest and abdominal muscles, but never left his eyes.

The two looked at each other with smiles in their eyes, but neither of them spoke.

Jiang Che's hand landed on her ankle, slid up her calf, and went up a little bit.

"Miss Shi wants to be here?"

"Couldn't it be that Mr. Jiang wants to be here?" Sitting here deliberately dressed up like this and waiting for her to come back, Shi Yan couldn't see his intentions.

Jiang Che smiled lowly, lowered his head and kissed her: "I really can't hide anything from Ms. Shi. Don't worry, Ms. Shi. I've said hello, no one will come over."

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, just holding her on his lap like this, kissing her very tenderly.

The skirt is so long that it can cover her calves even in such a hugging posture.

The hand has moved up the knee.

...

Indulging in the kiss, Shi Yan suddenly bit his lips, and opened her closed eyes to look at him with surprise.

Jiang Che smiled lowly, his Adam's apple rolled, and leaned against her ear: "Try first to see if it will hurt you."

Shi Yan buried her face in his heart, her cheeks were hot.

Biting her lip, she called out to him in a low voice: "Jiang Che..."

"Ok?"

He buried his face in her neck.

"It's all right," he said.

"No one else, only I can hear your voice, so don't worry about it."

Shi Yan finally couldn't hold back, and a voice escaped from his lips.

Hearing his low laugh, she buried her face deeply in his heart, her ears and cheeks flushed.

"Miss Shi, did you dress up so beautifully today to see me?"

Shi Yan: "Otherwise?"

"I'm very happy."

Then asked: "Miss Shi, can you adapt?"

Shi Yan didn't respond to him, and pinched his waist angrily.

Jiang Che gave another low laugh, grabbed her waist and sat her up, straddled his lap and hugged her tightly, his lips dropped to silence her voice.

...

Two hours later, Shi Yan was lying on the sofa.

The living room was brightly lit, and she could clearly see the person in front of her when she slightly opened her eyes.

"Ache."

"Ok?"

But he couldn't hear her answer, he looked down at her, and put his hand on her cheek: "What's wrong?"

"Is there something uncomfortable?"

Shi Yan shook his head lightly, and called him softly again: "Jiang Che."

"What's the matter?" He responded to her with a good temper, just as he was gentle and modest in the past.

If he hadn't seen his appearance at this time, Shi Yan might have mistakenly thought that what he showed was his usual gentlemanly appearance.

In fact, his eyes were sparkling and affectionate, his bathrobe was hanging lazily on his body, his cheeks were hot and his face was covered with beads of sweat.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

"Yanyan." He called her instead.

"You really pamper me."