13 minutes later.

Chen Qi was lying on the bed, Gong Xue was pillowing his chest, and his clothes were a little messy.

Naturally, nothing can happen in the Tongzilou. At most, we can kiss and touch each other and tell our hearts to each other. Besides, it is winter now, and it is inconvenient to wear long johns - one of the things that can ruin the scenery the most.

Not to mention woolen trousers and cotton trousers, none of those overbearing CEOs fell in love with Northeastern girls.

Come on, tear up my long johns!

Come on, shred my yoga pants!

These two feelings are different.

Chen Qi touched her hair and told her stories about his time in Hong Kong. Most of them were written in letters, but when told in person, Gong Xue was more willing to listen and asked a few questions from time to time.

"When will you come over again?"

“Let’s celebrate the Spring Festival!”

"Then we don't have much time to spend together..."

Gong Xue raised her body and turned into a prone position. She looked at him with tender eyes and said, "I'm going to Guangdong with the group next week. I'll be filming for about a month. Then I have to go home for the Chinese New Year. We can all be together."

Half a month."

"Half a month? Then we are living separately in two places again. Forget it, I won't go to Hong Kong."

"What are you talking about?"

Gong Xue covered his mouth and said: "The country has entrusted you with such an important task, how can you say no and not go? I'm fine, I'm very fulfilled at work, and the time flies by."

"Wow, your consciousness is much higher than mine!"

Chen Qi thought for a while and said: "I should still be in Hong Kong in the first half of next year, and we can work together in the second half of the year."

"Huh? How do you say it?"

"I recently came up with an idea to open a drama next year and you will be the heroine."

"You have a role again? Let me play the crazy woman who misses her son again?" Gong Xue said with a smile.

"This is a serious drama, produced independently by our company, with huge investment, serious subject matter, profound content, touching people and novel creativity. We are going overseas to participate in film festivals..."

"What kind of play is that?"

"You'll know then!"

"What do you say!"

Chen Qi was mysterious and would not reveal anything no matter how much he asked. Gong Xue pretended to be angry and said, "If you don't tell me, forget it. Don't expect me to go there at night."

"I didn't ask you to come over!"

"You said it yourself, don't regret it."

Gong Xue nodded at him and was about to get up. Chen Qi hugged him and rolled him on the bed: "I just have an idea now. I have nothing to say. I will show it to you first after I finish writing the script."

"Let me go!"

"Ugh!"

After some more intimacy, it was almost evening before the two of them straightened their clothes and got up.

Gong Xue said: "You go back first, I will go over after eating."

"We can be together."

"I don't. There are many people over there!"

"Then I'm leaving first. By the way, I have to take a bath... and you take a bath too."

"oops!"

Gong Xue blushed and pushed him out.

Afterwards, she tidied up the house, found a few replacement clothes and toiletries, stuffed them into her bag, and went to the cafeteria to eat first.

Wang Haowei was also there and called her over. When he wasn't filming, he returned to his friendly attitude and joked: "Xiao Gong, how are you adjusting to your condition? Can you shoot tomorrow?"

"Director Wang, even if I take half a day off today, I will be fine tomorrow."

"Really? I see you are very happy. You won't be able to cry tomorrow!"

"Hey, stop making fun of me!"

Gong Xue pouted, quickly finished her dinner, then went to the factory's bathhouse to take a shower, and then rode her bicycle out.

It's not easy to find a place for a tryst these days. For example, when Zhang Yi and Gong Li were in love, they had to search all over the streets for a house. Chen Qi had an independent yard, which provided a lot of convenience.

But Gong Xue was thin-skinned, so it would be fine if only Liang Xiaosheng was the only one, but there were so many strangers living in the front yard.

She was embarrassed to appear in front of everyone.

Arriving at No. 6 Lechunfang, I went in through the corner door and looked into the front yard. I could see nothing and hear nothing. There was only a partition brick wall and the back eaves of the main house in the front yard...

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the yard was big enough and provided good privacy.

With a creak, Chen Qi walked out of the study, speaking in a translator's voice: "Oh~ my good sister, you are finally here! You are brighter than the moon in the night sky, and the starlight is not as bright as you.

one!"

"Where is the moon today?"

Gong Xue didn't answer the question, parked the car and said, "Why aren't you watching TV in the house?"

"What's the point of watching a crappy program? Those brats really enjoyed it. I bought a TV for the editorial office. They went crazy and are still watching it."

"Do you think everyone is like you?"

The two entered the study room, and Gong Xue picked up the book he was reading, a foreign novel "I, Robot" by Isaac Asimov.

"What kind of book is this?"

"Science fiction!"

"Science fiction?"

"Discuss some moral, ethical and social issues between humans and robots. I brought Lao Liang a lot of Western novels, enough for them to copy, ah, bah, enough for them to reprint!"

Gong Xue flipped through it, not interested, and just said: "Have you seen my paintings?"

"What painting? I just came back."

"In that painting vat."

A painting vat is a porcelain vessel specially used to store calligraphy and painting. It has a wide mouth and a large belly. The calligraphy and painting are framed and made into scrolls.

Chen Qi took a look and saw that there was indeed one. He pulled it out and opened it. It was a Chinese painting of flowers. The pink flowers were like small fans with a unique posture. The green branches and leaves stretched down, which was subtle and beautiful.

The signature reads: Painted by Gong Xue in Lechunfang during the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Year of Xinyou!

He also collected in his previous life, and has a certain appreciation of calligraphy and painting. This sister's level is considered good among amateurs, but she must be praised: "Simple, clear, bright and elegant, what kind of flower is this? Is it a cockscomb?"

"This is called Albizia Julibrissin! Albizia Julibrissin flower!"

"You don't draw the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but draw acacias? Do you miss me so much?"

"Well, I just miss you!" She didn't deny it at all.

"well!"

Chen Qi sat on a chair, held her on his lap, and sighed: "I am walking on thin ice in Hong Kong. I am always careful. I face extremely vicious people. If I am not careful, I will be in danger."

I miss you too. It’s only since I came back that my heart is at peace, and I feel even more at peace when I see you.”

The first sentence was made up randomly, but the second sentence was sincere. He buried his head in her arms and enjoyed the rare physical and mental tranquility.

Gong Xue gently hugged him and touched his hair.

When love is strong, you can't help it.

The next second he started smacking his tongue.

Gong Xue closed her eyes and let him be frivolous. She suddenly felt her body being lifted up by him and placed on the large red sandalwood painting table. Then her legs were spread apart and her waist was hugged tightly, unable to move.

"What are you doing?"

"No, it can't be up here... It really can't be done..."

She was shy, panicked and nervous, but she couldn't do anything to him, so she had to lie down obediently. Soon her armor was removed, her two elastic thighs were raised high, her head was tilted back to reveal her slender neck, and she murmured:

"Archie...Archie..."

"Good sister!"

Chen Qi deliberately teased her, and she was already in a state of confusion. When she heard this sound, she felt as if she had been stabbed in her acupuncture point again. Her body began to tremble, and her moans became louder and louder, until she reached the peak of the great harmony of life.

I have to say that the quality of this large red sandalwood painting table made by the imperial palace is indeed of good quality. It withstood the unexpected pressure and collision force during the construction. The table legs did not even warp and were stable.

That night, the strong wind swept away the fallen leaves again, and the rain smashed the bananas!
Chapter completed!