Fu Tingyuan hugged Ye Zhiqiu sitting in the back row, the car slowly into the emperor Jingyuan.
The car stopped smoothly, Ye Zhiqiu got off the car, like a happy bird breaking free of the cage, couldn't wait to jump out, scrambled to take out a mobile phone, quickly sent a message to friends Angie.
This was the second time she had come to the Imperial Garden, and the last time she had been drunk and confused, she had not paid much attention to it in the morning.
When she stepped through the gorgeous door, she was shocked by what she saw.
The spacious hall, bright crystal chandeliers like stars hanging from the ceiling, the pieces of crystal refracting the light yellow, like a dream star river.
Ye Zhiqiu walked briskly past, looking up at the shining chandelier, her eyes full of obsession, reaching out to touch the twinkling light, when the fingertips touched the cold crystal, she was like being electrocuted, and excitedly shrank her hands, but her face burst into a bright smile.
At the foot of the thick and soft imported carpet, like a flock of clouds, Ye Zhiqiu excitedly jumped back and forth above, feeling the comfortable touch, with each jump, her hair also followed up and down.
She ran up to the huge french window, which looked out on a carefully manicured garden of manicured greenery, a riot of colorful flowers, and winding stone paths.
The breeze blows, the flowers sway gently, emitting bursts of sweet fragrance.
Ye Zhiqiu could not help but hold her cheeks with both hands, "Wow, it is so beautiful" the exclamation kept coming out of her mouth, and her eyes did not blink, as if she wanted to carve this beautiful scene into her mind.
One side of Fu Tingyuan looked at her childlike naive and lively actions, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, the eyes showed a touch of tenderness and indulgence.
Fu Tingyuan called the aunt Zhang with a smile Ye Zhiqiu came to the third floor from Fu Tingyuan bedroom of the nearest room.
The room was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, as if you were in a sea of flowers.
Aunt Zhang gently handed Ye Zhiqiu a soft nightdress, gently told her the location of the bathroom and then left.
Fu Tingyuan turned to the study to deal with official business, Ye Zhiqiu into the bathroom, the warm water spray down, washed away her exhaustion.
After the bath, she came out in her nightdress, her hair wet, and scanned the room curiously as she wiped it with a towel.
The walls of the room are lavender, and there are several exquisite art paintings hanging on them, including dreamy sky maps and gorgeous flower charts, which add some artistic atmosphere to the room.
The floor was covered with a dark blue carpet.
With a gleam of excitement in her eyes, Ye Zhiqiu ran around the room as if she had discovered a new continent.
She ran to the closet, opened the door, and saw all the styles and sizes of clothes, shoes and bags hanging inside.
When she saw the dreamy purple and blue decoration, she could not help but throw herself on the bed, bury her face in the soft comforters, take a deep breath of the fresh aroma, smile with satisfaction, and roll on the bed a few times.
At this time, the door of the room was gently opened, and Fu Tingyuan walked in wearing a loose pajamas.
He saw Ye Zhiqiu that playful appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a steady pace came to her side, a hold her sitting on the sofa.
Ye Zhiqiu's cheeks were suddenly as red as a ripe apple.
She looked down shyly, her hands fidgeting uneasily with the hem of her nightdress, her fingers twisting the fabric, her ears stained pink.
Fu Tingyuan's deep eyes stared at her, and his voice asked softly, "Do you like the decoration of this room?"
Ye Zhiqiu raised his head, with little stars twinkling in his eyes, nodded vigorously and said excitedly: "Like, super like!" It's so great!
But what about all these clothes and bags?"
As she spoke, her eyes darted to the objects from time to time, eyes full of curiosity.
Fu Tingyuan mouth slightly raised, hand gently pinch her face, eyes full of spoil said: "specially prepared for you."
Ye Zhiqiu's eyes widened in disbelief and asked, "Ah? Oh, really? When was it prepared?"
Her eyes were wide open, full of surprise and doubt.
Fu Tingyuan mouth smile stronger, softly said: "That morning, the second day after you leaving."
Ye Zhiqiu first a leng, then wrinkled his nose, delicately hum, hands akimbo, head slightly raised, said: "Hum, the original is premeditated, but, count you have a heart."
Although the mouth said so, the face unconsciously appeared a sweet and happy smile, and the curvature of the mouth could not be pressed down.
Fu Tingyuan chuckled, did not refute her words, but bowed his head and gently kissed her lips.
Ye Zhiqiu's face burned like a fire.
Her eyes opened wide in surprise, her long lashes trembling slightly, and then she closed them slowly.
Her hands clutched the corners of her coat nervously, then tightly wrapped around his neck, answering his kiss shyly and ardently, and her breathing grew faster and faster.
Night, deeper.
Fu Tingyuan hugged Ye Zhiqiu, two people in the soft big bed, accompanied by the moonlight and the breeze, gradually into the sweet dream, the moonlight through the curtain gap, sprinkled a piece of silver, for this warm picture added a touch of soft glory.