Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 92: Mandragora Blooms, Sister Meng is Obsessed

At the end of the party, Liu Haocun was carried away by his assistant.

"What do you think, Jiang Qing? I'm awesome, right?"

"Hiccup~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ziyi burped.

Seeing Jiang Qing looking at her, she quickly covered her mouth embarrassedly.

"Hehe~"

"Silly, let's go."

Jiang Qing, who was almost fully awake, held her arm. She immediately took advantage of the situation and leaned her head on his shoulder in cooperation, her hot air blowing directly onto his neck.

Han Han and the others pretended not to see it. Jiang Qing greeted them and after confirming the departure time for tomorrow, he helped Meng Ziyi into the car.

As soon as he entered, Meng Ziyi leaned half of her body against him like a vine. The smell of perfume on her body mixed with the scent of alcohol made him inexplicably agitated.

Jiang Qing lowered his eyes and looked at her flushed cheeks. He saw her eyelashes trembling and a playful curve at the corner of her lips, but he did not expose her.

Arriving at the crew hotel, Jiang Qing helped her out of the car, asked the accompanying staff to open a new room for her, then took the room card and took her into the elevator.

Judging from the micro-expressions of several crew members who were riding in the elevator together, Jiang Qing knew that no matter what he did today, the gossip about him and Meng Ziyi would definitely spread among the crew tomorrow.

Of course, it would probably be the same even without this.

After all, everyone saw it when Meng Ziyi helped him back to the scene, and their relationship had been labeled.

After walking out of the elevator, Jiang Qing glanced at the doorplates left and right, and after identifying the direction, he supported Meng Ziyi and walked slowly forward.

The hotel corridor was lit with warm lights, and her Martin boots left winding traces on the carpet, like the tail fin of a mermaid dragging on the beach.

The mirror at the end of the corridor reflected the overlapping figures of the two people. As they walked, Meng Ziyi's hollow suspender skirt rubbed against Jiang Qing's shirt, making a small noise.

When the card swiping sound rang out, Meng Ziyi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Qing brought her to the bed. His arms suddenly lost their strength, and the warm and soft girl in his arms fell into the duvet.

The spring mattress trembled slightly, and three strands of hair stuck to her rosy lips.

"Ms. Meng?"

Jiang Qing leaned over the bed, looked down at her face, and smiled with interest.

Moonlight leaked in through the gap in the curtains that were never drawn tightly, cutting a silver line across her chest.

He suddenly reached out to adjust her pillow, and his fingers seemed to accidentally brush against her earlobe, which instantly turned coral color.

Meng Ziyi's eyelashes trembled like the wings of a dying butterfly, but her breathing deliberately slowed down into a long rhythm.

Jiang Qing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and suddenly stood up and walked towards the entrance.

As soon as the doorknob was turned, he heard the rustling of fabric behind him.

"Jiang Qing!"

"You are not allowed to go!"

Warmth with the smell of alcohol came from behind, and soft palms sank deeply into his waist.

Meng Ziyi hugged his waist from behind, and her breath of rose perfume mixed with beer sprayed on the back of his neck.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"You didn't even let me take off my shoes!"

Her voice was as delicate as ever, with a hint of resentment.

The airflow caused by Jiang Qing's turning around lifted the hem of her skirt, just like a datura flower blooming seductively under the light.

He raised his thumb and gently ran it over her lower lip.

"If I don't do this, how long are you going to pretend to be drunk?"

Meng Ziyi was stunned for a moment by his sudden bold action, and then suddenly bit his finger fiercely.

The moment Jiang Qing's fingers exploded with pain, she tiptoed and pushed him in front of the floor-length mirror.

When the cold mirror surface touched her back, Jiang Qing looked down and saw the flickering flames in her eyes, which were the look of shame and anger after her disguise was exposed.

"When she kissed you here..."

Meng Ziyi narrowed her eyes slightly and gently stroked his lips with her fingers.

"Did you stand on tiptoe?"

Jiang Qing lowered his eyebrows and looked at her aggressive eyes, his heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

The conversation he had with Thirteen not long ago began to echo in his mind...

Meng Ziyi's fingertips slid down his shirt buttons and stopped at the third button.

"Or……"

Her voice suddenly softened, with a sweetness like honey.

"Before I arrived, you had already..."

Jiang Qing suddenly moved, interrupting her before she could finish her words.

He grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the mirror, their reflections overlapping perfectly.

His nose pressed against her sweaty forehead, his voice like sandpaper on velvet.

"Sister Meng, you are like a cat guarding its food now."

"so what?"

Meng Ziyi bent her knees and pressed against his thigh, her nails scraping against the mirror making a harsh sound.

"I should have kissed her last time, otherwise this little girl would have taken advantage of me. I regret it so much!"

She suddenly tilted her head and bit his earlobe, her voice as delicate as orchid.

"Jiang Qing, when we were in Taohuawu, I was planning to support you."

These words made the air suddenly freeze.

Jiang Qing raised the corner of his eye and turned his head to meet her gaze.

"What did you say?"

"At that time, Coconut told me that you didn't respond to her proposal to become an actress. I thought, although your income may not be high, I have enough money to support you."

Meng Ziyi raised her hand and gently stroked his face, her red lips curled into a charming and seductive smile.

"Who knew you were so capable? So I thought about it again. Although I can't support you anymore, but..."

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Jiang Qing on the lips, then blinked triumphantly in his surprised eyes.

"You can support me now."

"Don't you think so, Mr. Jiang?"

She tilted her head slightly, revealing the delicate skin on her neck, her fingertips twirling around her hair, her eyes moving around like a playful cat, a bit cunning and a bit seductive.

"you're drunk."

Jiang Qing swallowed, suddenly let go and stepped back, but was grabbed by the belt when he turned around.

Meng Ziyi had untied the laces of her skirt at some point, and the hem of her skirt piled at her feet like the receding tide.

Moonlight filtered through the window onto her trembling shoulder blades, casting tiny silver specks along the grooves of her spine.

"Jiang Qing, I have already achieved this level."

Each of her words was as sharp as an icy edge, and her fingers were as hot as branding irons.

"I like you no less than Ono. I tried very hard to control myself last time!"

"I don't believe you're not attracted to me at all!"

"At this point, are you willing to let me go and watch me be with another man in the future?" When the last sentence sounded, Jiang Qing felt like he was electrocuted, and the last bit of his sanity was instantly torn away.

The scene flashed through his mind...

Absolutely not!

He suddenly turned around and hugged Meng Ziyi around the waist. He walked a few steps to the bed and put her down, then leaned over and covered her with his body.

When their eyes met, Meng Ziyi's red lips curled up in an upward arc, and there was a hint of a mischievous smile in her eyes.

"Jiang Qing, you really do care about me!"

Jiang Qing squeezed one knee between her legs and used his thumb to pry open her red lips.

"Sister Meng, you know how important Xiao Ye is to me. I..."

"I know, but I don't care. As long as you have me in your heart, it doesn't matter."

Meng Ziyi interrupted him, with determination in his eyes.

"I think... Mr. Jiang should be able to support a third-tier actress like me, right?"

Her expression suddenly changed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was shyly hiding something, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. Her vague and charming posture made Jiang Qing's heart beat like a drum, and his eyes instantly became hot.

"Sister Meng, you are playing with fire!"

His fingertips touched the lipstick on her lips and drew a red mark on the snow-white sheets.

"I'm not Liu Xiahui!"

What answered him was a pair of legs that suddenly wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

Meng Ziyi raised her head and bit his collar, her two little hands already groping for the buttons.

"Stop talking nonsense! The last time I saw you playing basketball, I was envious of your abs. Come on, let me feel them!"

"I want……"

The hot kiss sealed the unfinished words.

Jiang Qing's self-control collapsed at this moment, and impulse completely occupied the command center of his brain.

The floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected two overlapping figures, and the sound of the rising tide outside the window gradually became the same as that inside the room.

That night, the waves kept surging.

The next day, the morning light cut out gold foil in the curtains that were not drawn tightly, and a few strands of tangled long hair fluttered in the air-conditioning vent.

When Meng Ziyi opened her eyes, she found that her calves were resting on Jiang Qing's waist, and the lipstick that had been smudged last night had spread out into a light pink cloud on his neck.

She deliberately poked the back of his waist with her toes, and slid her fingertips along the groove of his spine to the hollow of his waist.

"You're so naughty just after waking up."

Jiang Qing suddenly turned over and pressed her into the down pillow. His hoarse voice in the morning made her chest numb.

His back undulated like mountains under the thin blanket, and the tooth marks left by her bite last night were rouge-colored on his shoulder blades.

Meng Ziyi opened her mouth and bit the inside of his wrist, tasting the astringent taste of sea salt shower gel.

"Oh, your biological clock is so annoying."

The ending was cut off by a sudden deep kiss, and her nails scratched five crescent-shaped marks on his lower back.

When the phone vibrated for the seventh time, Meng Ziyi was sitting astride Jiang Qing's waist and fastening her bra.

The edge of the lace got stuck at her waist, and she suddenly threw the metal buckle on the headboard in anger.

"No more!"

Jiang Qing smiled and brushed away the hair stuck to her back, his fingertips circling around her butterfly bones.

"Teacher Meng, are you sure you want to go braless?"

He fished out one of his shirts.

"Or"

"I want you to take care of it!"

She grabbed the shirt and put it on, the hem just covering her thighs.

Her eyes rolled around and she suddenly dug her nails into his knees.

"Don't look at Liu Haocun's legs later! Her skirt was slit almost to her waist yesterday!"

"Okay, it's up to you."

Jiang Qing couldn't help but smile and agreed.

While packing her luggage, Meng Ziyi opened and closed her makeup bag.

First, she said that the powder compact was broken and insisted that Jiang Qing help her press it down, and then she complained that half a bottle of contact lens solution was leaked.

When she found that Jiang Qing had called for breakfast and was setting it up, she ran over barefoot and put her arms around his waist from behind.

“I will remember this taste.”

She buried her nose in the crook of his shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Don't let that green tea girl take advantage of you again!"

Suddenly, she opened her mouth and bit the kiss mark left last night.

"Did you hear me!"

Jiang Qing smiled, turned around and pinched her face.

"Okay, it's up to you."

This girl seemed to have suddenly become several years younger.

When the taxi rang for the third time, Meng Ziyi was pressing Jiang Qing in front of the entrance mirror to re-button his clothes.

She deliberately buttoned her clothes incorrectly three times, and Jiang Qing just watched her little trick with a smile on his face.

When they walked out of the room, they both froze at the same time when they turned their heads.

Meng Ziyi quickly came to her senses, immediately put on a bright smile, raised her chin, and straightened her back.

Not far away was Liu Haocun with a grim expression.

"Good morning, Haocun. I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

She smiled brightly and raised her hand to lift her long hair from her forehead.

Now it’s MVP settlement time!

"Good morning, what a coincidence."

"The director needs me for something else, so I'll be leaving first."

Liu Haocun tried hard to maintain a smile on his face, glanced at Jiang Qing resentfully, and hurried away.

She seriously suspected that she was the one who gave Meng Ziyi the opportunity.

hateful!

She actually got there first!
"Oh~ What a beautiful morning!"

Looking at Liu Haocun's back, Meng Ziyi hugged Jiang Qing's arm and sighed with a grin.

"Let's go downstairs."

Jiang Qing smiled and nodded her head, then took her to the elevator.

Meng Ziyi leaned on his arm and raised her face, with a smile of incomparable satisfaction on the corner of her mouth.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, she finally got what she wanted, didn't she?
hey-hey……

(End of this chapter)