20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3537 Liu Cui
In other words, after she gradually got close to Zhao Chang'an through Liu Yihui and their relationship became harmonious and natural, she used the title of "brother's wife" or "sister-in-law" to stay at Zhao Chang'an's house when he came to Zhengzhou.

She was dressed in a conventional style, wearing jeans, a fitted T-shirt, and a high ponytail, with light makeup. Her simple and clean appearance reflected her gentleness and purity.

After a while and a few more encounters, she started wearing pajamas, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, and her graceful figure and soft charm were on full display as she bent over and straightened her chest.

It eventually turned into a silk sleeveless low-cut nightgown, revealing arms as slender as snow lotus roots and short enough to expose fair and tender legs only to the upper part of the thighs.

At first, there were two small bras inside, trying to cover up the obvious. But after taking a shower, I stopped wearing bras altogether and went braless. The ultra-thin nightgown also changed from blackout fabric to a translucent pink gauze-like fabric without me even realizing it.

Let alone Zhao Chang'an's discerning eye, even someone with average nearsightedness could see how transparent the pure protein silk could be when the fabric was wet after a bath.

Of course, Ai Qiuqiu was still a shy woman, so only a dim orange ambient light was on in the living room.

He continued to joke and play around with Zhao Chang'an while dressed like this, and even let the drunk Zhao Chang'an rest his head on his head to massage his temples to relieve his drunkenness.

Although Zhao Chang'an knew it was inappropriate and somewhat immoral—after all, one shouldn't mess with a friend's wife—he was a man who valued his reputation and considered himself a moral gentleman who constantly spoke of propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame.

However, he was actually a depraved scoundrel. Moreover, for men, the idea of ​​their brother's beautiful wife is a natural sexual fantasy, and male physiology makes them inherently predatory.

So at this point, they often close their eyes and pretend to be drunk, saying, "If I can't see it, then it's not true."

As a result, when Ai Qiuqiu saw him trying to avoid him, her aggressive instincts intensified. She would often escalate her actions, either accidentally lying on Zhao Chang'an's back and giggling at him, or acting like a little wildcat in his arms.

She finally won over Zhao Chang'an, the man she had been longing for.

If needed, she could find a very nice, honest man to marry, have children, and live a happy and respectable life.

She could also continue this affair with Zhao Chang'an in private, which would be comfortable and enjoyable, allowing her to have children and live a carefree life without worrying about food or clothing.

There was absolutely no need for her to continue this awkward relationship with Liu Yihui. She didn't want Liu Yihui as a person, nor did she want his money, power, talent, or ability. Why should she wrong herself like this?

Ai Qiuqiu cried in Zhao Chang'an's arms for a while, leaving a warm, fragrant breath in his embrace, which excited him. Tears streaming down her face easily aroused a man's heart and made him want to ravage her.

Then the style of the painting gradually changed. Ai Qiuqiu also sensed the change in Zhao Chang'an. She cried and looked up at Zhao Chang'an's face with bright eyes.

Sure enough, her face was streaked with tears. Old Zhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.

Just then, another passenger plane took off from the airport, roaring as it flew at low altitude and high speed toward them. Zhao Chang'an looked up and watched as the huge plane swept past from a height of about a hundred meters overhead, seemingly slow but actually fast, whipping up the wind that whipped his clothes and hair into the air.

He suddenly understood why Ai Qiuqiu was sitting there watching the plane. Compared to this behemoth, with its ferocious size and dynamic movement, how insignificant a person was.

So why can't we just be more carefree? Life is only a fleeting few decades.

Jiao Fengyue is only forty-one or forty-two years old now. As long as she takes good care of her health, there shouldn't be any major problems. Old Liu is also a very filial son. Zhao Chang'an just feels a headache just thinking about it.

The correct procedure for this matter should be that Ai Qiuqiu and Liu Yihui break up peacefully. Old Liu didn't lose out by playing around with a virgin for more than two years. Sui Xuemeng's matter itself is not a big problem. Once it is clarified, the severity depends on how it is characterized. After clarifying the matter, she can be educated and released.

Then Lao Liu and Sui Xuemeng lived a happy and fulfilling life.

However, the problem now lies with Jiao Fengyue, and whether Sui Xuemeng is willing to accept it is another matter.

— Ai Qiuqiu sat in Zhao Chang'an's lap, humming a sweet little tune, and said with a smile, "It really is different, it's so good!"

Zhao Chang'an put his arm around her soft waist, and together they looked down at the airport across the road.

The chartered plane can be seen quietly parked in a corner of the tarmac, surrounded by colorful ribbons as a no-entry barrier.

"I want to go to Europe with you to relax."

Ai Qiuqiu leaned against Zhao Chang'an, her whole body limp and powerless.

“Sure, I’ll arrange it. You just need to give Yang Yixin copies of the necessary documents. She’s in Mingzhu, so you can fax them over.”

"Later, I'll go now. Wenye will be so angry he'll jump up and down."

Ai Qiuqiu actually just wanted Zhao Chang'an's attitude, that he would treat her not just as a senior employee of OneNanometer, but as one of his women, and she would be satisfied.

She still needs to work hard, at least to prove her worth to Zhao Chang'an's other women, and to contribute to the rise of the One Nano Empire.

Just then, Zhao Chang'an's phone rang; it was Liu Cui calling.

Ai Qiuqiu immediately became obedient and stopped talking, but she was also reluctant to leave Zhao Chang'an's warm and strong embrace.

"Liu Cui".

"So many of them came today. Liu Lang and Liu Anqi kept bothering me, their faces were really disgusting."

Liu Cui quickly whispered, "Chang'an, otherwise you shouldn't come."

At this moment, Zhao Chang'an, who had not seen Liu Cui for more than half a year and whose memories of Liu Cui were somewhat like photographs, suddenly found the image of Liu Cui in his mind vivid again.

This is the Liu Cui he wanted to see, not a grown woman who is afraid of her mother and is completely controlled by her, lacking any opinions of her own.

"I will definitely go."

Zhao Chang'an said, "However, I want the shares of Rose Tourism held by Lang Ruping and Mai Guixue."

On the other end of the phone, Liu Cui was a little stunned, then there were footsteps, the sound of the bathroom door opening, and then a series of loud farting sounds.

"Liu Cui, I got up early to catch the plane today and had an upset stomach. You guys spent the whole night in the train restaurant last night, that's really something."

The voice of a woman with an exotic accent was likely speaking through the wooden partition of the squatting area.

"There's air conditioning inside, so it's alright."

Liu Cui was a little reluctant to talk to the woman squatting next door, but she did anyway.

"I had dinner at the hotel last night—"

Zhao Chang'an felt a tremor in his arms. Ai Qiuqiu's pretty face turned red from laughing, and she tried hard not to laugh out loud.