Chapter 1599 Brother and Sister

On the top floor, Owen helped Fang Yingzhi put Feng Yiping on the bed, and after taking off his shoes and coat, he tactfully left.

He was not sure whether some things, such as taking off shirts and pants, were suitable for Fang Yingzhi to do, but he knew very well that they were definitely not suitable for him as a man.

If the boss woke up and knew that he had helped him take off his pants, Owen was very worried that he would be sent to another place by the boss to watch the gate.

As for whether Fang Yingzhi, a girl, would be inconvenient to help the boss take off his clothes, especially his pants, or whether she would be molested, Owen selectively ignored this question.

Men should be more generous!

From a man's perspective, Owen felt that many people would welcome Fang Yingzhi to molest them.

Besides, she could choose not to take off her clothes, right?

So, when Fang Yingzhi came in with a cup of honey water, she found that there was no one else in the bedroom except Feng Yiping who was sleeping soundly.

"Yiping, Yiping, drink some water first," she called twice, but Feng Yiping didn't respond. She pushed him, but Feng Yiping was still sleeping soundly.

"How much did you drink?" she muttered, "This alcohol tolerance," she shook her head, fortunately he didn't go to bars and other places, otherwise, he would have been taken advantage of by so many people.

She went out and poured a glass of mineral water and placed it on his bedside. After thinking for a while, she took a trash can and placed it next to the bed.

"You sleep well," she said softly, and the only answer she got was Feng Yiping's slight snoring.

She walked to the door, as if she remembered something, or was a little reluctant, but turned back anyway.

She pursed her lips and thought for a while, then lifted the quilt and took off Feng Yiping's shirt with great effort. During this process, Feng Yiping, who was sleeping soundly, still subconsciously cooperated, but Fang Yingzhi's face turned red.

Feng Yiping, who was only wearing a white T-shirt, had his chest and abdominal muscles looming, and his masculinity was overwhelming.

I had heard that he had a good figure, but I didn't expect that he was so good.

She looked at the door several times, and hesitated several times whether she could try it, but she was worried that she could not resist the heat that she could feel from a long distance.

The next thing was the most troublesome thing.

She looked at Feng Yiping's trousers. Should she take them off or not? This was a question.

After hesitating again and again, and repeatedly checking the technical plan in her mind, she stomped her feet lightly and took them off!

She was cautious, excited, blushing, and her eyes were dodging. She first unbuttoned her belt and trousers.

In fact, it was not as hard as she imagined, but beads of sweat appeared on her head.

Next, she did not hesitate, and quickly covered Feng Yiping, who was still unaware, with a quilt, and then walked to the end of the bed, pulled the trouser legs, and prepared to pull the trousers off from the feet.

This time it was a bit hard, and the key was to control the strength. If the strength was too small, it would not be taken off, and if the strength was too large, Feng Yiping would be pulled off the bed and hit herself...

What are you thinking about? That's a vulgar plot in a romance drama.

In the end, she used brute force and cleverness to pull Feng Yiping's pants off.

She sat on the ground holding her pants, looking at the guy lying on the bed, breathing heavily - he must be tired.

Shaking her head, carefully hanging up her shirt and trousers, Fang Yingzhi walked to the door again, but when she closed the door, she hesitated again.

The snoring in the bedroom was very steady, but the mansion outside the bedroom was unusually quiet, so quiet that she could hear her heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster.

She looked back at the door...

The next moment, the bedroom door was gently closed, and the suite on the top floor was completely quiet, with no snoring or footsteps.

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Chinatown on Thanksgiving was indeed more lively than usual, with people all over the street and the shops beside the street.

The most attractive thing at this time is the roast meat shops. Behind the glass, there is a whole row of various roasted products, including turkeys, roast goose, sour plum duck, roast pork, roasted rabbit...

The whole row of red products hanging there makes you seem to smell the delicious smell through the glass. Gravy drips from the roasted turkey, and the people who watch it also drool.

The economic situation in the United States has been good in the past two years, and the restaurant is naturally crowded. Just like in China, children with thick pockets will simply invite the elderly at home to the restaurant for a meal on such a day.

There are also many associations that will order meals together on this day. Of course, more are Chinese tourists who come to the United States specifically during Thanksgiving. While traveling, they can also pack some good products that they have already liked at a preferential price. Why not?

Many of them may have just come out of China. Why are they interested in Chinatown again? It's very simple. Most of the other restaurants in the Bay Area have closed down. If you want to find a good place to eat and a reliable restaurant, there are more choices in Chinatown.

Huang Jingping wore sunglasses, a camel-colored knitted cardigan, a slim dress with vertical stripes, and high-heeled boots. She looked sweet and casual, elegant, and feminine.

She held Amanda in a princess dress and walked around the short Chinatown with ease. The compatriots around her, who were obviously tourists, spoke Chinese from all over the country, which always made her feel warm and at ease on such days.

Not far behind them, Carol was already holding a lot of bags.

Taking this opportunity, the merchants in Chinatown naturally launched a lot of promotional activities. Many shops, like those in China, set up stalls in front of their doors and sold many things that looked good in the name of bargain prices. If there was a horn that kept calling next to it, it would really be exactly the same as some shops in China.

If you compare carefully, you will find that some of their promotions today are really powerful. This is also easy to understand. Objectively speaking, the Christmas shopping season in Europe and the United States is not only a marketing strategy for merchants, but also the best way for them to deal with overstocked inventory.

Just opposite the mother and daughter, Ma Ling was wearing a medium-length dark green woolen coat, a white sweater as a base, black leggings and high heels, and a black leather bag with a metal chain across her body. She also wore sunglasses, looking like a goddess.

Her long golden hair was not draped, but tied up casually. A strand of hair seemed to be disobedient and fell from her ear, but it just made her look less sharp and softer.

Vincent, wearing a short blue woolen windbreaker and holding a trumpet in his hand, stared at the roasted food inside through the glass, which exuded an attractive aroma. For him who loves meat, this is heaven.

His palms seemed to have suction cups, lying in front of the window and refusing to leave. He didn't drool, but looked back at his mother pitifully and flatteringly from time to time. His little appearance was so cute that it could melt people.

The middle-aged uncle who was hanging roast chicken on the shelf in the window was obviously unable to resist his attack. He picked up a lunch box, picked up a few chopsticks of chicken, duck, goose and pig's feet from the plate below, inserted bamboo sticks, and smiled and handed them to him, "Try it."

When it comes to food, especially meat, Vincent is not timid, "Thank you," but he didn't take it.

"Thank you," Ma Ling said in passable Chinese, "We have it," she pointed to the bag in her hand.

Seeing that she could speak Chinese, the boss was even more enthusiastic, "It's okay, try it,"

If you don't take it, it will cause trouble for others, "Thank you,"

Seeing that his mother finally agreed, Vincent finally took the lunch box held by the boss, and then immediately picked up a piece with a bamboo stick and sent it to his mother's mouth, "Mom,"

Ma Ling had no way to deal with her son's cleverness at such a time. She shook her head and tasted it. Sure enough, the next second, Vincent smiled triumphantly.

Five minutes later, the mother and son came out of the roast meat shop. Ma Ling had another bag in her hand, which contained half a sour plum duck.

Vincent, who was very excited, stood up in his mother's arms and looked around, pointing to the opposite side and said, "Over there, over there,"

Over there was not a restaurant, but a shop. From this side, it was full of people. Vincent actually knew where there would be good things without any instruction.

Ma Ling carried him to the opposite side and found that it was a small supermarket. There were some Chinese characters on a sign at the door, which was obviously a special supply for today, but how could she recognize the words "Gong Wan" and "Beef Balls"? Just standing at the door, I felt a chill coming on my face.

In such a winter day, various hot pot ingredients are also popular in Chinatown.

Amanda was standing by the big freezer in the middle of the store, directing her mother "this, this, and this."

These balls in bags, after being frozen, look crystal clear, which are her favorite.

"Do you know what this is? Are you sure you want so many?" Huang Jingping reminded him.

"I know, I know, Dad likes to eat it too," Amanda said.

This reason is so strong!

It must be said that when it comes to eating, the brother and sister are really self-taught and have their own ways.

Vincent looked at so many people curiously, picking and choosing around the freezer, he didn't know what this was.

Ma Ling knew.

In the winter when Vincent was pregnant, Feng Yiping took her around China for most of the trip. After eating this kind of meatballs, which were mainly cooked in a pot with spicy soup, it seems that buying this now is also good?

"Mom, what is this?" Vincent asked curiously while lying next to the freezer, and stretched out his hand to press the bags.

"It's delicious," Ma Ling said with a smile.

"Is there meat in it?" Sure enough, this was Vincent's second question.

At this time, he felt a gentle pat on his shoulder. Looking back, a little girl pointed at him happily and shouted, "Pretty brother,"

Vincent was stunned. He didn't remember where he had seen such a little girl before, but he inexplicably felt that this little girl was very kind, "Hi, hello," he smiled and greeted Amanda.

"Mom, look, this is the pretty brother who was very sad in the car that day," Amanda pulled her mother. She originally wanted to say that it was the brother who was crying in the car, but somehow it was changed to a very sad brother.

Huang Jingping was pulled by her daughter to look back and saw the cute little guy standing next to the freezer. She felt that the little guy looked more and more familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen him.

Haha, it must be because the little guy is too handsome and can be a model on a calendar.

"Have you forgotten, Mom? It was on the way home that time when I sent Dad off by plane," Amanda magically remembered what happened on the day she met Vincent.

Vincent also remembered, isn't this the little girl who greeted him in the car next to him on the road that day? "Mom, mom," he also called Ma Ling.

"What's wrong, Vincent?" Ma Ling turned around and was stunned. It was such a coincidence?

She had thought about such a scene.

Although she tried her best to avoid it, no one could say that there would not be such a day in the future, because of various reasons, they would bump into each other without warning.

In order to make such an encounter look less flawed, she also secretly made some psychological preparations, which just came in handy now. She was not panicked, "Hello, what a coincidence!"

Both showed surprised expressions, and naturally could not pretend not to remember the previous encounter on the road to the airport.

"Yes, what a coincidence," Huang Jingping also said with a smile.

The two mothers were still talking about some meaningless greetings, but the conversation between the little ones over there had already made substantial progress, "Beautiful brother, play with me, okay?" Amanda said to Vincent.

"Mom," Vincent pulled Ma Ling's hand and begged her, his eyes full of hope.

The sunlight refracted through the glass of different colors and shone on the two little children, as if giving them a dreamy color.