aircannonsinc Chapter 1788 Who Says He's Unwilling
Chapter 1788 Who Says He's Unwilling
Out of curiosity, Wang Yuyan walked from the side and back to the front to take a look.
The first thing that catches the eye is the bright red flag emblem.
It gleamed with a dignified luster under the light.
Her gaze then shifted downwards and settled on the license plate—"京A·000..."
Upon seeing this, her gaze suddenly sharpened.
As a private assistant who had worked in a villa room at Amanyangyun for several years, didn't she say she was a naive girl who had never seen the world?
During her time traveling between Switzerland and Sweden, she also saw many luxury cars and special license plates.
But the meaning of the license plate in front of us is completely different.
This is not simply a matter of numerical scarcity; it also represents symbolic meaning and eligibility requirements.
It goes far beyond the scope of a wealth auction.
She might be able to obtain auspicious numbers like "8888" or "9999" through public channels.
But the number segments that start with "0000" and especially those with specific suffixes are the ones we are facing now.
In a certain context, it represents a sequence, recognition, or specific identity within a system; it is a special resource that is truly not open to the general public.
An indescribable tremor swept through my heart.
She looked up again, quickly scanning the car's sleek and imposing lines, then glanced at Jiang Cheng beside her, who remained calm and gestured for her to get in.
Against the backdrop of this special vehicle, his usual languid composure seemed to be imbued with a deeper and more elusive depth.
Wang Yuyan felt that the more frequently she came into contact with Jiang Cheng, the more she realized that he was far more...unfathomable than she had ever thought.
This realization did not make her feel alienated or afraid. Instead, after a moment of surprise, it turned into a deeper curiosity and a vague, intensely attracted thrill.
Every time she witnessed Jiang Cheng's unfathomable depth, she would lament her own blind impulsiveness at the time.
Although it was a bit of a proactive decision, it was probably the best decision I've ever made in my life.
As soon as she got into the car, Wang Yuyan noticed that the rear seat partition had already been raised.
Before getting into the car, she had intended to be reserved, but after seeing the car's license plate number, Wang Yuyan immediately lost her composure.
He sat down right next to Jiang Cheng, just as Jiang Cheng had gotten into the car.
The leather seats sank slightly, bringing the two people so close they could feel each other's body heat.
Jiang Cheng hadn't yet reached out to put his arm around Wang Yuyan.
Wang Yuyan had already turned to the side, casually placing one hand on the back of the chair behind Jiang Cheng.
The fingers of the other hand, however, began to wander restlessly, actively reaching out.
"Handsome guy~" she said in a low voice, deliberately with a lazy, rolled "r" sound she had picked up from her trip abroad.
His eyes, however, shone like stars: "That 'Come home with me tonight,' you said it so smoothly. Do you say that to every girl who picks you up at the airport? Hmm?"
She leaned closer to Jiang Cheng, her red lips almost touching his earlobe, her warm breath brushing against him like a feather: "Or... were you just waiting for me to come back so you could use these words to bully me?"
Jiang Cheng didn't move, letting her mischievous fingers and breath get closer, but his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly when her fingertips brushed against him.
Jiang Cheng remembered that his initial impression of Wang Yuyan was that she was not only beautiful, but also had amazing massage skills.
Especially these past two days, I've been staying with Jiang Churan.
Although the Descendant Killing Card was successfully used on Jiang Churan.
However, Jiang Churan's technique was indeed quite mediocre, which caused Jiang Cheng to gasp softly whenever Wang Yuyan made a move.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's brows furrow and then relax, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but smile.
She is also a normal woman.
Especially after the storm caused by Jiang Cheng, these months of studying abroad were simply agonizing for her.
So sometimes when she thinks of Jiang Cheng, she can only bear those intimate memories between them alone and then frantically practice her techniques.
Of course, some of these methods were aimed at himself, but others were aimed at how to conquer Jiang Cheng.
Seeing that his hard work in bed during this period had yielded good results, he was secretly happy and worked even harder.
Just when Wang Yuyan thought he would continue to remain silent and indulge her, Jiang Cheng suddenly pinched her chin with his slender fingers, forcing her to raise her head and meet his gaze directly.
His eyes appeared particularly deep in the relatively dim back seat, swirling with a familiar yet unsettling undercurrent.
It's no longer the playful languor of the airport, but a more aggressive focus.
"If I don't bully you, who else should I bully? Why don't you want to come home with me?"
Jiang Cheng's aura completely enveloped her, carrying a strong masculine hormone and an undeniable sense of oppression, causing Wang Yuyan's heart to skip a beat.
Staring at Jiang Cheng's lips, she couldn't resist and leaned in again.
That outstretched neck carried a hint of longing to be controlled.
“Who said I didn’t want to? Didn’t you see me saying I was hungry and wanted to eat something?”
After she finished speaking, Wang Yuyan even stuck out her tongue and licked the edge of her own lips.
Although this action cannot compare to the agility of one's own nimble tongue.
But Jiang Cheng still couldn't resist sucking it up.
A few minutes later, Jiang Cheng reluctantly released Wang Yuyan.
Once freed from Jiang Cheng's control, Wang Yuyan's timid and unruly nature began to surface.
She took a deep breath and then squatted down at Jiang Cheng's feet.
After glancing at Jiang Cheng, he silently buried himself in his work.
A minute later, Jiang Cheng noticed something was wrong. The girl's finger technique had improved, but her verbal skills had clearly declined.
But you can't blame her; kung fu is something that you improve gradually over time.
Even if you're not around, you can practice your finger techniques out of thin air, but you can't exactly find a piece of fruit to practice with...
Ah, no, if you keep rambling like that, it doesn't seem like it's not entirely unacceptable.
Lost in thought, Jiang Cheng glanced at Wang Yuyan.
Seeing the girl trying so hard to make her mouth crooked and drool, he could only reach out and pat her head.