"Go, it's raining so heavily," Pei Ziqi urged.
Her head was hurting and her stomach was hurting. She kept wanting to throw up, so she ran upstairs to collect her clothes.
Qin Ze turned around and jogged upstairs.
He had never entered Pei Ziqi's room before, but he knew where it was. Girls' rooms were usually decorated cozily, and Pei Ziqi was no exception. The room was decorated with warm colors and light pink bedsheets. There were no stuffed bears or childish toys. There were some cute decorations, such as a glazed teacup with a beautiful warrior, a small table lamp, a rattan chair by the window, and a weight scale in the corner.
This seemed to be a girl's standard. Both of his sisters had one.
Every other week, his sister would weigh herself. If she found that she had gained weight, she would whine, "Oh, I've gained weight again. It's all Azé's fault."
Qin Ze would always comfort his sister, "It means that your balls are inflated. It's a good thing."
Qin Bao Bao would happily pretend to pout, "You're so annoying!"
His sister would also weigh herself every other week. If she found that she had gained weight, she would sigh and say, "I've gained weight again. Does Azé like thin or fat girls?"
At times like this, Qin Ze would be especially vigilant. He would say, "Sister Ziwei, no matter if you're fat or thin, you're still electricity, light, and the only word. You're my little cutie."
He couldn't be blamed for being mushy. He had learned his lesson. Once, Wang Zijin asked him this. Qin Ze didn't think before answering, "If you've gained weight, you should quickly lose weight. Of course, it's better to be slim."
Wang Zijin pinched his waist and put on a fake smile, "You think I'm fat?"
Qin Ze endured the pain and said, "No, no, Sister Ziwei is cute when she's fat."
Wang Zijin changed it to Thomas's roundhouse pinch and said, "You actually said I'm fat!"
Qin Ze was speechless.
Qin Ze found the key in the bedside table and opened Nan Man Pei's room.
A unique fragrance wafted into his nostrils. It was faint and very special. It should be the fragrance of a perfume that Nan Man Pei often used.
Some women liked to use perfume to adjust the air in the room. For example, his family's Maggot Bao Bao would spray her Dior perfume every morning.
The first room they entered was a small living room. There was a genuine leather sofa of an unknown brand, a glass coffee table, and a tea tray. Sister Man was definitely a tea lover, and she often made tea. She placed the tea tray in the center of the coffee table, and small teacups were placed neatly around the teapot. Well, Sister Man also had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
After passing through the small living room, the bedroom was inside. The layout of the entire suite had the unique elegance of a mature woman. Qin Ze didn't know much about furniture and decoration, but at first glance, he felt that it was high-end and classy. No matter how pure a person was, they would still have a comfortable room and a comfortable bed.
Opening the glass door of the balcony, a few clothes and women's underwear fluttered in the night wind. The window was open, and the rain was blown into the balcony by the wind, wetting the clothes a little.
Qin Ze put away all the clothes and threw them on the bed.
Then … he glanced around the bedroom. Sneakily, he carefully opened the bedside table and rummaged through it, but didn't find it.
The drawer of the desk was unlocked. When he opened it, there were documents and information inside, but he still didn't find it.
Next was the wardrobe. He rummaged through it carefully, but still didn't find it.
Qin Ze scratched his head. Sister Man, she … didn't need a vagina?
If she didn't need one, then so be it. But you don't even have one?
She really didn't. Qin Ze rummaged through it carefully again, but still found nothing.
Sister Man was still single, and Su Yu also said that she didn't have a man. If she had a man, she wouldn't have used him as a shield.
Since you don't have a boyfriend, you should have a vagina.
You don't even have one …
What kind of woman are you? What kind of woman are you? You don't even care about vagina.
Finally, he looked at the safe behind the desk. Could it be hidden here?
No, no, no, who the hell would hide that thing in the safe.
Qin Ze was a little disappointed that he couldn't dig out Sister Man's little secret. Since he met her at the Huangpu River, her cold and strong aura had left a deep impression on Qin Ze. It was the feeling of a little newbie looking up to a big boss.
At that time, Qin Ze was useless, not even a fast shooter.
Qin Ze's mentality of digging out Nan Man Pei's little secret was like a loser curious about what a goddess looked like when she went to the toilet … This metaphor was not very appropriate, anyway, that was what it meant.
Sister Man was such a strong woman with a cold aura. If he could find something in her room, it would be very exciting.
But there was nothing!
He found nothing.
Qin Ze couldn't help but think, Sister Man didn't rely on tools but her hands?
I used my hands to achieve my dream …
Is Sister Man so naughty?
Bah bah bah!
Stop it!
Qin Ze was just on a whim, purely curious. There was no special meaning. If he couldn't find it, then forget it.
It meant that Sister Man's worldview was very upright, even more so than a newspaper seller!
Qin Ze was boiling water in the living room, preparing to drink a cup of tea to relieve his hangover. After that, he would drive home.
There were a few bags of tea under the coffee table, not too much, not too little. They were not canned tea leaves that could be bought in the market, but in plastic bags. They looked more like ordinary tea leaves that were fried by farmers.
But with Nan Man Pei's status, these seemingly ordinary tea leaves were definitely worth a lot.
Influenced by his grandfather, Qin Ze knew a little about tea leaves. When he was free, he would brew a pot of tea to drink.
Sister Man Man preferred coffee because it tasted sweeter. The fragrance of top-grade coffee was not inferior to tea leaves.
She loved vanilla latte the most.
Before the water boiled, he walked to the balcony, opened the window a little, lit a cigarette, and looked out at the pouring rain.
On a rainy night, one's heart would be especially peaceful.
He liked the sound of the rain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The raindrops pitter-pattered against the window. The wind passed through the glass and made a sharp whistling sound.
Qin Ze held the cigarette between his fingers and looked into the distance.
The world was full of the sound of rain. He seemed to be standing in the center of the world, accompanied by the sound of rain.
It was a good time to pretend to be profound. If Chen Qingyuan saw it, she would be fascinated by him.
.....
The silver Maserati was parked in the parking garage beside the villa. Each villa was equipped with a small parking garage. Nan Man Pei opened a large black umbrella and stepped on the rain-covered ground with black high heels.
Closing the door and locking the car, she walked into the villa with an umbrella.
Nan Man Pei's height was undoubtedly tall among women, 1.7 meters, only a little shorter than Su Yu. In terms of facial features alone, she was very beautiful, but compared with Qin Bao Bao and Su Yu, who had flawless facial features, she was slightly inferior.
But she and Su Yu had attended several business activities at the same time. The eyes of the men present were always the first to look at her.
This woman had an aura that was born to be the focus, as bright as a torch in the dark night.
She was a woman in her early thirties, a ripe peach, slender and powerful legs, and a round buttocks that could always stretch her skirt. There was also a heavy and plump chest.
Her body revealed a seductive style, but her temperament was cold and elegant. Qin Ze used to think that if Sister Man could put on gorgeous lipstick and black eyeshadow, it would be a rare visual feast.
Nan Man Pei walked through the bluestone path beside the villa. The front door of the villa was basically closed. After entering the iron gate, she walked through the bluestone path from the right side to the backyard.
Nan Man Pei glanced at the yard deliberately and nodded with satisfaction. It was very clean.
The hall was brightly lit. Nan Man Pei closed the umbrella at the door and leaned against the door.
The hall was also very neat. It was not messy like she had imagined, with pillows flying everywhere. There was also no trash. This made her, who was a clean freak, feel a little better. It seemed that inviting Qin Ze was the right choice. He had always been reliable.
Pei Ziqi curled up on the soft sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
Nan Man Pei woke her up.
Pei Ziqi rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Auntie, you're back?"
Nan Man Pei smelled alcohol and frowned slightly. She was a woman who paid attention to health. She didn't smoke or drink. Even if she was busy, she would go home to sleep before 12 o 'clock. Her work and rest were very regular.
Except for her love of spicy Hunan cuisine, her diet and work schedule were impeccable.
But since today was her little niece's birthday, she didn't care.
Over the years, Pei Ziqi and Li Donglai lived with her. They only went back to their father's house during the holidays. Both the brother and sister had stubborn tempers, heavy resentment and hostility.
But she didn't have much time to accompany them over the years.
"Why are you sleeping here? Where's Donglai?" Nan Man Pei asked.
"Li Donglai was drunk like a dead pig. Qin Ze sent him back to his room." Pei Ziqi said.
"Qin Ze left?"
Pei Ziqi looked at the time on her phone and said blankly, "I don't think so. It was raining. I asked him to help you put away the clothes, and then I fell asleep. Maybe he didn't leave. If he wanted to leave, he would have woken me up. "
Nan Man Pei nodded. "I'll go upstairs and take a look."
.....
Qin Ze made the tea. It was boiling hot. He put it on the coffee table to cool for a while. Then he remembered that the clothes were still on the bed. His OCD was acting up again. He felt comfortable only when the clothes were neat.
He went into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and helped Nan Man Pei fold the clothes.
In addition to the clothes, there were two pieces of underwear.
One was black lace, and the other was blue.
Qin Ze noticed that Sister Man's underwear was so sexy.
Underwear was essentially no different from clothes. There was nothing wrong with pursuing fashionable and beautiful underwear. It didn't have to be worn for men to see. It didn't mean that girls who wore cartoon underwear were pure. There was no cartoon underwear in the underwear closet for adult women.
It felt great. It was a high-end product.
Qin Ze felt a similar feeling on his sister's and Sister Ziwei's underwear.
During his four years in college, Qin Ze did all the housework. He washed his sister's clothes. In fact, he just threw them in the laundry room and hung them up after washing.
His sister was used to this.
Sister Ziwei washed her own underwear at first. Later … later, Sister Ziwei also fell and pushed all the dirty and tiring work to Qin Ze.
How annoying!
After a while, Qin Ze's hands were covered with the traces of his sisters' underwear.
Qin Ze touched his sister's underwear. It was like a sow wearing a crab bra, one set after another.
However, other women's underwear except for his sisters and Su Yu … It was the first time Qin Ze touched such a powerful thing with his own hands.
It was a piece!
Qin Ze also found another thing.
Sister Man's chest size was also D, and it was not smaller than his sister's.
Usually, it couldn't be seen at all because of the clothes. Qin Ze only knew that Sister Man was broad-minded.
But subconsciously, he felt that his sister's chest was No. 1. Only now did he find that it was not smaller than his sister's.
He found it out by touching her underwear. After all, he was very familiar with it. He compared the size in his heart and immediately found it.
At that time, Qin Ze suddenly felt a shadow coming out of the corner of his eye. After a pause, he turned his head to look.
Then, a very beautiful and melodic song inexplicably floated in his mind: The night is getting colder, the flowers fall into frost …
His heart was cold!
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