Chapter 886: You are not Xiaoling
Chapter 886 You are not Xiaoling
How could Xia Yu go out?
She looked at Pei Ziheng carefully and said softly: "Brother Ziheng, it's inconvenient for me to go home so late. Can I stay here tonight?"
Pei Ziheng put down the scroll and looked at her.
Xia Yu said quickly: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that, you know, I'm sad that my sister doesn't want to recognize me now. I just miss her so much and want to stay in the guest room that she personally decorated for me again. The guest room is still there, right? "This villa was built when Xia Ling still regarded her as the apple of his eye. At that time, a guest room was specially reserved for Xia Yu, and everything in it was decorated by Xia Ling herself.
Later, Xia Ling died, and Pei Ziheng kept the villa as it was, untouched.
Then he said: "Go." They were both fallen people at the end of the world, and they were all missing the same girl.
Xia Ling thanked him gratefully, opened the door lightly, and left.
Entering the guest room, it was indeed the same as before. It was a very gorgeous and pink little girl’s room, the style that Xia Ling used to like. —but it is also the style that Xia Yu hates the most. She never liked her sister's help in arranging everything, but Xia Ling had to intervene in everything, which was really annoying.
Xia Yu threw her bag on the bed, took a shower, and put on the light silk nightgown with thin straps, low neckline, and large open back that she brought. It was a very **** nightgown, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. The hem of the skirt was so short that you could almost see the scenery inside. Coupled with the perfume she sprayed carefully, it was full of seductive femininity.
Xia Yu looked at herself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.
The plan has gone smoothly up to this point. Next, all we need to do is successfully seduce Pei Ziheng and become his guest. She didn't want to waste any more time slowly swaying his heart. The gouache paint was laced with a secret drug she bought at a high price from the Wei family. It could enter the blood circulation through skin contact and cause hallucinations. A woman sees her as the one she loves most.
When the raw rice is cooked, everything will be easier.
She had calculated her menstrual period, and these days were the most fertile times. With some other measures, she was sure to get pregnant in one fell swoop. When the time comes, mother is more valuable than son, and even if Pei Ziheng doesn't love her, it's not impossible to give her a status. Once they have a name, the two get along day and night, and one day, even though he is as hard-hearted as she is, he will definitely surrender under her long skirt.
Xia Yu had everything planned out and walked out of the room charmingly.
In the kitchen, Zhou’s mother is making porridge.
“What kind of porridge is this?” Xia Yu stood at the door of the kitchen and asked softly.
"Miss Xia Yu?" Zhou's mother turned around and saw her, and was startled, "It's so late and you haven't gone to bed yet?" She knew that Xia Yu stayed in the villa for the night, and helped her wipe the guest room again. , However, Xia Yu also stayed here many times many years ago. She was delicate and frail and rarely stayed up so late.
Xia Yu smiled brightly: "I can't sleep, so I went out for a walk. Is this porridge made for brother Ziheng?"
Zhou Ma looked at the heat of the porridge, took a bowl and served it, and said: "Yes, sir, my stomach has not been good these past few years, so it would be better to eat something soft and easy to digest as a late-night snack. This is sea cucumber porridge, it is very nourishing." ”
Xia Yu said, "I'll serve it to him."
Zhou's mother couldn't help but take another look at her, and then she noticed how charming the light silk nightdress she was wearing was, it was simply seductive. In just a moment, she guessed Xia Yu's purpose.
"I'll excuse you." She said and gave the porridge to Xia Yu.
In the past, she would have looked down on Xia Yu, a foxy woman who blatantly seduced men, but it was different now. She wanted to become Pei Ziheng's woman without some special means. The man had already completely sealed himself off, and if he continued like this If you go on, you may really end up alone. Between letting him die alone or finding a not-so-good woman, Zhou’s mother still chose the latter.
Xia Yu smiled weakly and Liu Fufeng's eyes moved: "Thank you, Mother Zhou." She walked upstairs with the bowl of porridge.
The warm yellow light was still on in the study, and the heavy wooden door was ajar. Xia Yu pushed the door open and walked in: "Brother Ziheng..."
"Get out." Before he could say anything, he heard Pei Ziheng's voice.
Xia Yu raised her eyes and saw that something was wrong with his expression and his breathing was heavy. He put one hand on the frame and stared straight at Xia Ling in the painting, which was very scary.
Xia Yu understood that the medicine was taking effect. A charming smile appeared on her lips, and she closed the study door with her backhand. Her voice became softer: "Zi Heng, what's wrong with you? Let me see." This time, she did not call "Brother Zi Heng" ", but instead used the word "Zi Heng" that Xia Ling usually called him.
Pei Ziheng's pupils shrank violently. He turned around and saw a woman in pajamas with white and delicate skin walking towards him. She said very tenderly: "You are sick, I will feed you porridge. Ziheng, do you remember?" One time when you were sick, I cooked a bowl of porridge for you. It tasted so bad, but you drank every drop of it... Zi Heng, try my new porridge. It tastes very good this time. …”
“Xiao Ling.” He called hoarsely.
The woman smiled, put the porridge on the table at his hand, and reached out to hook his neck: "Look at my new pajamas, do you like it? The silk is very soft, you can touch it..."
Took his hand and touched her.
Pei Ziheng felt hot all over. The face of the woman in front of him overlapped infinitely with the Xia Ling in his memory, as if that innocent girl was back. "Is this a dream?" He murmured, caressing her cheek, "Xiao Ling, when did you come back? I miss you so much, do you know..."
He hugged her and wanted to rub her into his arms.
Xia Yu was so excited that she was speechless. After so many years, brother Ziheng finally hugged her! He rubbed her waist with his somewhat rough hands, his hot breath sprayed on her cheek, and he wished he could hold her in his arms the next moment. Xia Yu hugged him tightly, even her voice was choked with sobs: "Zi Heng, my Zi Heng."
Pei Ziheng lowered his head and was about to kiss her.
However, a cool breeze blew through the slightly open window. Pei Ziheng's originally confused expression became confused for a moment, and then he struggled to regain his brief clarity. He saw the woman in his arms clearly and pushed her away. Xia Yu was caught off guard and fell heavily to the wooden floor, almost crying in pain.
“Zi Heng, what are you doing?!” She was surprised and incredulous.
"Get out." Pei Ziheng said hoarsely. In front of the beautiful scene, his body that had been hit by the aphrodisiac could hardly restrain himself. It was a man's instinct, screaming, extremely eager to rush forward and kill the person in front of him. The woman eats it into her belly.
However, reason told him that he couldn't.
This woman is not Xiao Ling, she is Xiao Ling's sister. Even if he touches women all over the world, there is only one person he cannot touch! He couldn't make Xiao Ling sad.
“Get out!” His eyes were red, his hands were clenched into fists, and he was trying hard to restrain himself, but his body was trembling slightly due to fighting against the effects of the medicine.
(End of this chapter)