22 Chapter 22

◎Chen Jing’an, you are amazing◎

This night, Chen Jing’an slept peacefully.

The soreness and pain caused by the menstrual period, as well as the depressed and sensitive emotions, disappeared. Chen Jing'an opened the heavy curtains, and the light came into the room, which was bright and dazzling, and she truly felt that she was alive.

Shen Lie went to the company early. Ji Hong brought breakfast and waited for her to finish eating before sending her back to school.

Chen Jing'an had a good appetite. She sat alone at the dining table and spread peanut butter on the crispy toast. She had a hot latte at hand and sipped it. She ate it warmly while Ji Hong looked at his phone and waited.

"Are you full?" Ji Hong saw her taking out a tissue.

"Well, the coffee is delicious, thank you."

"You're welcome, that's right."

In the car, Chen Jing'an asked Ji Hong, the co-pilot, "Has Shen Lie been living abroad with his mother

for a long time ?"

Qingrou His voice was casual, like he was asking casually.

Ji Hong suddenly turned his head, as if he was checking to see if she was the only one in the back seat. He looked into Qiu Shui's bright eyes and said with a slight embarrassment, "Yes, Mr. Shen should have gone there when he was seven years old, until he came back from high school."

"He has a good relationship with his mother?"

"...You can say that."

"Where is his father?"

"Director Shen?" Ji Hong looked embarrassed, "Boss Shen and Director Shen don't often meet."

Chen Jing'an asked Ji Hong knew some of the questions about Shen Lie when he was in school, but he didn't know about others. What he knew was that Shen Lie entered school very early, skipped a grade in the middle, and was just an adult when he graduated. His whole life ahead of him was preparing for the master of Shen Lie. Make preparations at home, and there will be no deviation in the trajectory of life.

From a personal point of view, Ji Hong admires Shen Lie, not just because of his position, but because he agrees with it from the bottom of his heart and is willing to work for Shen Lie.

Chen Jing'an listened quietly, and later asked about Shen Lie's mother: "Is Shen Lie's mother still abroad?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Shen will pass by when he has time."

Chen Jing'an said calmly . He asked directly: "Do I look like Shen Lie's mother?"

Ji Hong tilted his head even more this time. Looking at Chen Jing'an's expression at this moment, he only saw clear eyes and light eyelashes. He knew what was behind this sentence. Meaning, he explained in shock: "Why do you have such thoughts, Mr. Shen? Mr. Shen is not this kind of person. And you are really not like Mr. Shen's mother."

Not at all.

Ji Hong had met Mrs. Shen, and it was difficult to describe her accurately in one word. She was extremely relaxed and casual, with a tall figure, high heels, long curly hair, and a slight smile when she held her chin up. She was both bright and lazy, with a swaying charm that emanated from her bones.

All she wanted in her life was to live a happy and smooth life. The most unfree thing about her was probably being forced into a marriage. But this marriage was not without some benefits. It gave her more money than she could spend in her lifetime, enough to support her money-burning lifestyle.

Chen Jing'an said nothing more.

Ji Hong didn't know why Chen Jing'an took the initiative to ask about his boss. He couldn't help but ask more when he got to school. Chen Jing'an got out of the car and turned around with a smile: "I just think you were right last time. Since you are already here, Together, we should know more."

Really?

Ji Hong is not convinced.

However, Chen Jing'an had already turned around and continued walking forward. His back was slender and his skin was so white and translucent that he clearly looked frail.

—When

the performance was in another city, she would mention to her senior sister Zhong Xin that she would take a flight there one day. Shen Lie couldn't go due to work reasons. Chen Jing'an looked very calm and said it didn't matter. There would be many more performances in the future. She held her chin and smiled: "And you have heard it many times, so you should be tired of it."

Number of times she came to Qianwan It became more frequent, and he spent most of his time practicing. Shen Lie was doing work in the study room, so it was inevitable that he would hear it.

Listening to it over and over again makes you sing the tune.

Tired of it?

At least he got up from the study in the middle and passed by the piano room. The door was open. Chen Jing'an was still playing the pipa. The plain cheongsam stretched out his slim figure. His slender fingers were playing and rubbing. He was indescribably elegant and agile. There are traces of her comments on the music score, and her handwriting is human-like, delicate and beautiful.

Shen Lie stared at the door for a long time.

After the song was over, Chen Jing'an became aware of his presence, their eyes met, and she asked him if he wanted to try?

"What are you trying?"

"Pipa."

Shen Lie smiled: "Do you think I am suitable for you?"

"You have long fingers, which is quite suitable." When Chen Jing'an said this, she looked serious and did not mean to be fake. She asked: " Give it a try, and I'll teach you?"

Shen Lie was wearing home clothes, his broad shoulders still held up his clothes, and he crossed his arms with a lonely smile in his eyes.

After a few seconds, he walked over, stood in front of her with a big head, and asked: "How to play?"

Chen Jing'an gave up the piano bench, pulled him to sit down, and handed the pipa to him, starting from the most basic She started to teach postures, how to hold her hands, and how to use left and right fingers. She lowered her head to check if she was right. Her long, silky hair fluttered down, slid over her arms, and landed on the back of her hands, tingling with itch.

Shen Lie looked up and saw that the girl looked serious and pursed her lips, looking very much like a young teacher.

"Concentrate." Chen Jing'an held his wrist and adjusted it to the right position. With a warm and strange touch, she patiently taught a simple tune for beginners. Just slowly pluck a few strings, a short section, not long.

She demonstrated it first, with her fingers flexible.

"Remember?"

Shen Liesong smiled. It was not difficult to remember. The arrangement and combination of several strings were difficult, but the fingering and rhythm were difficult. He had never learned an instrument and did not understand music theory, so he tried to pluck the strings. , the string sound is overwhelming, and it also feels stiff when played by him.

Chen Jing'an had no choice but to correct his movements, hold his fingers and put them where they should be. She moved closer, her eyes focused on the strings.

But the breath is close at hand.

This time it was even worse, I even forgot the permutation and combination. Shen Lie didn't feel ashamed and accepted his failure frankly. After all, he had no talent in this matter.

Chen Jing'an asked: "Do you want to do it again?"

Their eyes met, which reminded people of the water vapor on a rainy day, and the pattering of humidity. Her waist was held by hot palms. She shrank from being burned. The heat penetrated into the material of the clothes and rubbed from the skin. With blood flowing into his bones, Shen Lie leaned forward to kiss her, his shoulders and neck straightened, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled heavily.

Before being kissed, her chest was pressed against her. A few thin white fingers actually offered little resistance and were not considered an obstacle. Chen Jing'an lowered her long eyelashes and asked in a low voice: "Wait...can you be gentler?"

The voice is as light as a feather, sweeping over and teasing people's hearts.

Might as well fucking kill him.

A curse word suddenly popped up in his heart, and even Shen Lie felt that he was a little ridiculous, as if he was addicted to cigarettes, and he was so thirsty.

The water is right in front of me, but I can't drink it.

Shen Lie's eyes were shining with undisguised desire. He bit his back teeth and asked with a playful smile: "Why so lightly?"

Chen Jing'an felt her heart beating wildly. The propriety, justice and shame she had practiced for many years were about to disappear now. The beating frequency of his chest could be heard from the palm of her hand, almost frenzied and manic, but he was restrained by this skin. She felt like there was a beast in front of her, wild and violent, and if she was not careful, it would rush up and devour her clean. She pretended to be calm, caressed his face, closed her eyes and leaned over, kissing him lightly.

Lips touched lips, a dragonfly touched the water.

The blood flowed back the moment she stood up, her breathing slowed down, she returned to her position, her lips were still trembling: "Like this."

Chen Jing'an was not sure whether it would work, she could never figure out Shen Lie, she could only test, test Where is his tolerance.

Shen Lie's black eyes stared at her closely, like looking at prey.

How can this be enough? His palms were tightening almost unconsciously, wanting to crush her in his palms. He didn't have to endure it, he just wanted it. He had never hesitated before, but when he saw those beautiful eyes, he didn't follow his instinct. They had just agreed to have a normal relationship, to give her time, and to go slower. In the past few days, she no longer rejected him, and she even took the initiative to kiss him...

He thought it didn't feel bad, and he didn't want to break the balance for the time being.

But the addiction was still there and he couldn't relieve it.

The Adam's apple rolled heavily. He couldn't learn Chen Jing'an's kissing style. How could he tolerate the flesh around the mouth without being rolled into his belly? He had no choice but to take her into his arms and press the pads of his thumbs against her lips, from left to right. He rubbed his right hand until his lips were as red as blood. It seemed that this way his thirst could be relieved, and he withdrew his hand.

A dumb laugh suddenly escaped from his throat, Shen Lie pulled his lips: "Chen Jing'an, you are amazing."

The palms on his waist did not let go, Chen Jing'an's tight body slowly relaxed, and his lips were hot, as if they were burning. .

Seems useful?

At least the vicious dog didn't bite anyone.