Waiting for you to fall a flower

"Jing Ya, you're so kind. Of course grandpa will like you."

She did not say a word, she leaned over his shoulder and sobbed softly, feeling sad and guilty. Grandpa liked her so much, but she lied to him. She and his grandson did not marry because they were in love, so how could they satisfy his wish to hold his great-grandson?

Grandpa told her to stay at the Ye family no matter what happened, and she nodded in agreement, but when grandpa finally turned his eyes to her abdomen, she was silent.

It wasn't that she didn't understand what grandpa was trying to say, but he couldn't say it. He could only tell Jing Ya with his eyes and look forward to her promise.

But she couldn't promise this, and she couldn't bear to lie to an old man before he died.

-

The divorce was over because of Ye Beicheng's insistence. He told Jing Ya that as long as I didn't agree, no one would dare to do anything to you.

Recently, a branch of the ye family was going public. Ye Beicheng was so busy every day that he not only came home late from the company, but also stayed in the study until midnight.

The weather was getting colder, and with so much work to do, no matter how strong his body was, he would not be able to hold on.

Jingya knocked on the door of the study with a glass of homemade pear iced sugar water. She walked to Ye Beicheng and handed him the water, "Drink it. It's for coughing."

Ye Beicheng had been coughing for two days. At first, Jing Ya was worried, but she didn't dare to care too much. She was afraid that Ye Beicheng would ask if you were too involved.

But she still couldn't hold her ground. When she heard the coughing in the study, she couldn't help but run to the kitchen.

"Thank you." Ye Beicheng took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Jing Ya sighed and complained, "If you're not feeling well, go see a doctor. Why do you need money when your life is gone?"

Ye Beicheng smiled, "A career is the affirmation of a man's ability. What I have on my shoulders is my grandmother's life's hard work and the foundation of Ye family for a hundred years."

"But you're already rich. What if you earn less?" She asked in an incomprehensible tone, and then whispered, "I don't have a son. Who will I leave the money to after I earn so much money..."

Although he was whispering, he was unfortunately heard by Ye Beicheng. He laughed instead of being angry and said jokingly, "Why don't you give me a baby?"

Jing Ya's scalp went numb. He picked up the cup and was about to leave, but before he left, he scolded, "Is the child born casually?" How can a child be born without feelings?

When she walked to the door and thought of grandpa ye's last wish, she reluctantly retraced her steps, "How about Ye Beicheng?"

"How is it?" He raised his head.

"Go outside and find a woman to give birth to your child. I'll treat him like a real child in the future."

Ye Beicheng rolled her eyes and asked in her previous words, "Is the child born casually?" How heavy is the burden of an illegitimate child...

Jing Ya wanted to argue. He waved his hand, "All right, you go out. I have a plan to make."

"Planning?" She smiled and turned her eyes to the computer, "That's it?"

"Yeah." Ye Beicheng nodded.

"Let me help you."

Jing Ya pointed to the computer and said, "Give me half an hour. I'll help you out."

"Are you kidding me?" Ye Beicheng didn't believe it at all.

"I'm not kidding. I'm serious. If you're not feeling well, go and rest. Leave this to me."

Ye Beicheng looked at her inquiringly and asked tentatively, "Then tell me, what should we do with the plan?"

Jing Ya thought for a few seconds and said confidently, "It should be around seven points -"

First, who am I? (Product and image positioning)

Second, what did I say? (Brand core commitment)

Third, to whom? (Target consumer group)

Fourth, why do you say that? (Support points)

Fifth, how should I put it? (Communication strategy)

Sixth, what does the opponent think of me? (Category of competition)

Seventh, what is the expected response? (Effectiveness test)

She finished the seven points in one breath, and Ye Beicheng was shocked. He stared at her for a long time and was speechless.

"Am I right?"

He didn't say anything wrong, nor did he say anything wrong. Instead, he stood up and said, "Okay, you do it. Call me when you're done. I'll lie down on the sofa for a while."

Jing Ya began to plan for Ye Beicheng. Twenty minutes later, she clapped her hands and stood up, "Ok, come and check."

Ye Beicheng took a closer look, and his confused brows gradually opened. After a long silence, he suddenly turned around and said, "Jing Ya, you can help me at the company."

Yu Jingya immediately shook his head, "No, no, I can't go."

"Why?" Ye Beicheng was puzzled, "You also know that we have a lot of businesses in the Ye family. I am really tired alone. If you can help me in my career, it is a very gratifying thing for me."

"I know, but I can't..." Jing Ya lowered his head in embarrassment, "If I get involved in your career, your mother will skin me."

"How could it be? I told you, as long as I'm here, no one dares to do anything to you."

Ye Beicheng wanted to encourage her, but Jing Ya said, "I'll think about it. Well, think about it..."

She ran to the door and left the study as if she were running away.

For the next few days, he would boil Ye Beicheng a glass of iced sugar water every night until his cough was cured.

Ye Beicheng's heart was not made of iron, and he would be moved. When Jing Ya gave him iced sugar water, he was most moved.

Accustomed to a person's existence, if you can not see it, you will be inexplicably uneasy, but for some people, they do not understand what this is.

On a weekend night, Ye Beicheng couldn't work at all. It was eleven o' clock, and Jing Ya had not returned from the company dinner.

He was worried, so he called, and the other party answered immediately -

"Are you back yet?" He asked.

"... Yes, I'm back." Jing Ya was clearly drunk and his voice was slurred.

"Where is it?"

"At... The door of the study."

Ye Beicheng was stunned. He quickly got up and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he saw that she was really outside.

"Hello, hubby..." Jingya hung up the phone and put her hands around Ye Beicheng's neck with a smile.

He broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stroked her into the bedroom. The door closed and he scolded, "Didn't I tell you not to drink? Why are you still drunk?"

Jingya leaned into his arms and explained, "My colleagues are all bad guys. They let me drink if I say no. I can't help it, you know?"

"All right, hurry up and lie down on the bed." He pulled her to the bed and was about to help her take off her shoes when he kicked him away.

"I haven't taken a shower yet. Why should I sleep..."

She staggered to her feet and staggered into the bathroom. Ye Beicheng stepped forward and held her up, "You're so drunk. Can you wash yourself?"

Jing Ya pushed him away, "Why can't you wash it? I can't wash it myself. Do you want to help me wash it? You... Are a bad guy too!"

Ye Beicheng wordlessly let go of her hand and let her do it herself.

The ordeal lasted more than an hour, and when she came out of the bathroom, Ye Beicheng swallowed hard.

She was only wrapped in a big towel, covering only the private areas. More than half of her skin was exposed, and her hair was wet against her back, making her shiver with cold.

"It's so cold." She ran to Ye Beicheng and looked at him helplessly.

Ye Beicheng quickly pulled off the quilt and let her lie on the bed, then found a hairdryer, put her wet hair on her lap, and carefully blew it up for her.

Jing Ya was very comfortable with his gentle fingertips, and she enjoyed his tenderness half asleep and half awake.

Ye Beicheng stared at her beautiful face and gradually lost his mind. Her skin was as white as snow, tender and attractive. Her cheeks were as red as a peach blossom. Her slightly parted red lips breathed out like orchids. What was more important was her smooth skin, neck, shoulders, and chest...

Taking a deep breath, he no longer dared to look down, touched her hair that was almost blown, and quickly put her on the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

Even with her eyes closed, she could not shake off her seductive appearance. Ye Beicheng stood under the flowers, breathing heavily...

The cold water poured over and over his sturdy male body until it extinguished the unknown fire in his heart.

As usual, he walked to the bed and lay on her left side, but tonight he was destined to lose his composure.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, forcing him to fall asleep, and the more he wanted to sleep, the more he couldn't sleep.

Jingya turned over, her long, white thighs resting on Ye Beicheng's most sensitive part. He felt like he had been electrocuted, and his whole body went numb.

"Jing Ya, put your leg down..." He dared not move, so he had to speak to jingya.

But for a woman who didn't know anything after drinking, he said it as if he didn't say it.

Not only did Jing Ya not put his leg down, he even stretched his arm out in an inch, and his whole body was half bent over him, stirring up Ye Beicheng's blood.

His mind went blank, he resisted the primitive desire, turned to straighten her sleeping posture, but this side, unexpectedly saw a large spring light in front of Jing Ya's chest...

"Damn woman, she's going crazy!" He quickly lay back on the bed, gasping for air, then reached out a hand and pressed his forehead, forcing himself to accept that Yu Jingya was not the woman who made him lose control.

A part of his body was about to explode, and he suddenly lost his mind and reached out to the spring light... Although the fire in his body was not extinguished, he felt a little satisfied.

Jing Ya's distressed baby screamed a few times and kept shrinking back, trying to hide from his hand. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her waist and held her between his arms, still unable to restrain himself from burning fire all over her body.

"Ye Beicheng, why... Why are you touching me?"

Although she was still awake, her body was awakened and she knew that someone was touching her.

Ye Beicheng withdrew his hand with difficulty. The next second, he pulled his handsome face up to her and rubbed his sweaty nose against Jing Ya's equally straight nose. He then pecked her lips, which were getting redder and redder.

This attempt was out of control. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and traced it along her lips. Then he went between her lips and teeth, gently sucking on the tip of her tongue and clutching her shoulder with both hands, wishing he could swallow her up.