Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

After reaching the summit and taking a group photo, the trip was considered over.

After descending the mountain, the breeze from Taihu Lake made people feel languid, and even the leaves on the roadside trees seemed listless.

The two girls in the back row had long since fallen asleep from exhaustion, their heads touching.

As Chen Yang drove, listening to the even breathing in the car, he felt that although the trip had encountered some trouble, it had still been a success.

Chen Yang first dropped Zhou Tingting off at the entrance of her upscale residential complex, where property prices were among the highest in Jiangcheng.

I never expected this girl to come from such a well-off family.

This fairy was pretending to be asleep in the car, but as soon as the car stopped, she opened her eyes.

She pulled her suitcase out of the trunk, and while getting her bag, she pressed most of her body against Chen Yang's arm, which was warm to the touch.

Su Xiaowan was still rubbing her eyes in the passenger seat, groggily looking for water.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhou Tingting leaned close to Chen Yang's ear and whispered very softly.

He blew on the hot air and said, "There were too many people this time, so I didn't have enough fun. Next time, I'll invite you out alone and show you what it really means to let loose."

After saying that, she pinched Chen Yang's waist lightly and gave him a knowing look.

Then, swaying her hips, she clattered into the gate of the residential complex in her high heels.

Chen Yang clicked his tongue in amazement. This woman was truly bold and outspoken; the incident in the restroom hadn't taught her a lesson.

Then he stepped on the gas and drove back to the villa on the hillside.

Once inside, the house was quiet and still, without a soul in sight.

Yang Mi is probably still dealing with the mess of that piece of land in the eastern suburbs within the group.

Two pairs of my favorite high heels were missing from the shoe rack, and the lights in the lobby weren't on.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted. I'll never climb a mountain again in my life."

Su Xiaowan didn't even change her shoes properly, just kicked her flat shoes aside casually.

She ran upstairs barefoot, running with such joy.

Chen Yang followed behind, carrying two suitcases. This guy used to complain about being tired and needing to be carried while climbing the mountain, but now he runs faster than a rabbit.

Instead of returning to her own princess room, Su Xiaowan pushed open the door to Yang Mi's master bedroom.

She plopped down on the three-meter-wide bed, sinking into the soft blankets and sprawling out on her back.

Chen Yang threw his suitcase at the door, walked in, and said, "This is your mother's room. Isn't it nice to sleep in your own bed? What are you doing here causing trouble?"

Su Xiaowan rolled over, hugged the pillow Yang Mi often used, buried her face in it, took a deep breath, and mumbled:

"My mom's mattress was specially made in Italy, costing several hundred thousand yuan. It's much more comfortable to sleep on than mine. I'll just lie there for a little while."

Watching her roll around on the bed in her short skirt, her long, fair legs swaying back and forth.

This scene takes place in Yang Mi's master bedroom, which feels a bit incongruous and a bit too stimulating.

Chen Yang walked over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and casually pinched her ankle; her skin was smooth and slippery.

"After climbing mountains all day, aren't my legs sore? I'm still kicking them around."

Su Xiaowan hummed softly and moved closer to him like a cat.

"It's sore. Can you use that massage technique on me, like you did when you treated Grandpa Qin?"

Chen Yang pressed up along the calf, applying just the right amount of pressure, using a little bit of internal energy.

After only a couple of presses, the girl's breathing became uneven, and her face turned as red as a ripe apple.

This is Yang Mi's bed.

The thought of Yang Mi sleeping in this bed that night filled Chen Yang with an absurd feeling that grew wildly in his heart.

Su Xiaowan stared at him with her watery eyes, biting her lower lip, and wrapped herself around him with both hands and feet, impossible to stop.

Two hours later.

The sun had already set, and it was almost completely dark outside.

The room was filled with a strange, indescribable smell, mixed with the perfume scents, making people blush.

Su Xiaowan's hair was a mess, and she lay limp in the blankets like a lump of mud, not even wanting to move a finger.

Her face was pale, and she weakly kicked Chen Yang with her toe, her foot limp and lifeless.

"Chen Yang, you're going to break me apart! Is it really that exciting here?"

Chen Yang leaned against the headboard, touched his nose, and thought, "How can you blame me? Who told you to be so excited on Mom's bed and shout so loudly?"

It would be strange if it weren't exciting.

Su Xiaowan quickly pulled the blanket over herself, wrapping herself up like a silkworm cocoon. Looking at the messy bed, she said somewhat flusteredly:

"Oh no, oh no, my mom's sheets are all messed up like this, and they even smell. If she comes back and finds out, she'll break my legs."

She was talking while searching for clothes everywhere, almost crying in her haste.

The floor was covered in pieces of clothing, and the buttons on the white shirt that I was using as an outer layer had popped off, making it unwearable.

Chen Yang smiled and scooped her up with the blanket, then stroked her hair to comfort her.

"What's the rush? I'll go to the laundry room and find a new set of sheets to change into. I guarantee your mom won't be able to tell anything."

Su Xiaowan blushed and bit his chest, but didn't even leave a tooth mark.

"You're a big liar! You said you'd cure my leg pain, but now I don't even have the strength to get out of bed and walk back to my room. Carry me back."

Just then, a clear sound came from downstairs.

The combination lock beeped twice, followed by the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor.

Da, da, da.

The voice was clear and crisp; Yang Mi had returned.

Su Xiaowan was so frightened that she almost jumped off the bed.

With his eyes wide open, he shouted in a low voice, "Damn it, Mom's back! Hurry, hurry, get out of here! Don't just stand there like an idiot!"

Her flustered appearance was like that of a female thief caught in the act of adultery, frantically pacing around in circles.

Chen Yang remained calm, crumpled up her clothes that she had thrown around, stuffed them into her arms, and then patted her on the bottom.

"Go back to your room and pretend to be asleep. Take a shower to wash off the smell, and leave the rest to me."

Clutching a bundle of tattered clothes, barefoot and without even bothering to put on shoes, Su Xiaowan sneaked out of the master bedroom along the wall like a thief.

Chen Yang quickly removed all the soiled sheets and blankets, threw them into the washing machine, and poured in half a bottle of laundry detergent.

She then rummaged through the cabinet on top and found an identical silk four-piece bedding set to change into.

Just as she tucked the blanket in and smoothed out the wrinkles, Yang Mi pushed open the half-closed door and came in.

The female CEO wore a navy blue business suit today, with a pencil skirt that accentuated her alluring curves and black stockings that covered her straight legs.

He looked a little tired, and his decisive and efficient aura had weakened considerably.

When she saw Chen Yang in the room, she was stunned for a moment, then threw her handbag onto the sofa.

Without even taking off her high heels, she ran a few steps and jumped into Chen Yang's arms.

"Oh, you guys are finally back! These past few days, people have been coming to cause trouble every day. I'm at my wit's end."

Yang Mi's voice was soft and sweet, with a strong nasal tone, showing no trace of her usual strong-woman demeanor.

Like a wronged little wife, she nestled in Chen Yang's arms, finding a comfortable spot to lean against him.

Chen Yang took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist, his hands wandering restlessly along the hem of her skirt, feeling the thin layer of stockings.