Chapter 325: Chapter 280: Military Training in the Swimming Pool_3
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This…
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Qiao Lei was initially unsure, then she squatted down to look through the water, and after confirming what she saw, she popped her head up and cursed, “The nerve, they’re so damn impatient!”
Ji Ya looked embarrassed. She hadn’t expected Mr. Shen to be so bold as to…do that right in front of the three of them.
Even if he didn’t view them as outsiders, he should at least have gone to a room, right?
anwhile, Liew nglu furrowed her brows, “How long have they been at it like this? Isn’t the water dirty now?”
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At this ti, in the villa at number 20 Nanzhu Road, Zhou Peiwei was in her pink bedroom, peering through a telescope at Shen Yuan’s villa at number 19.
It was a birthday gift from her father when she was 12, unused for many years, but now it unexpectedly ca in handy.
It’s not that she had a bizarre fetish for spying…she just felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy knowing that Shen Yuan brought a girl ho and was curious about what he was up to.
Unfortunately, after watching for over ten minutes, she didn’t see a thing.
The windows were one-way glass, completely obscuring the view inside, and nobody passed through the garden. The only thing visible was the 911 parked outside the garage.
Disappointed, Zhou Peiwei put down the telescope and pouted to herself, “So annoying, I have no idea what they’re up to inside the house.”
Then she picked up her phone and sent a voice ssage to Luo Bingying via Weixin, “Case closed, Bingying, Shen Yuan hasn’t been cuckolded.”
Not long after, Luo Bingying’s ssage ca back, “It’s good that he hasn’t been cuckolded, but why do you sound so down?”
Zhou Peiwei replied, “It’s nothing, I’m just inexplicably irritable.”
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After chatting for a while, Zhou Peiwei still felt so unrest, unable to pinpoint its origin.
The more she thought about it, the less she wanted to see Shen Yuan.
So she sent him a ssage on Weixin: “Sothing’s co up tonight, can’t make it to your place.”
Then she picked up a stuffed pig from her bed and punched it, sending it flying 5 ters away. But that wasn’t enough—she had many stuffed toys on her bed; she randomly grabbed one after another, hamring them with bam-bam punches into the air.
She muttered to herself, “Why doesn’t anyone cuckold him? What’s so good about him, why won’t anyone cuckold him?”
Seeing a snide-smiling Donald Duck stuffed toy, Zhou Peiwei grew even more inflad with rage. She hurled it into the air and with a kick launched it skyward.
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At this ti, Shen Yuan was playing rough in the swimming pool. Long Jinghan, the top laner, had already retreated, and now it was the mid laner Liew nglu’s turn to receive so “military training.”
It couldn’t be helped; these two had just jointly pushed Shen Yuan into the water, so it was only fair to teach them a stern lesson first.
While Shen Yuan was “instructing” Liew nglu, Ji Ya watched with blushing cheeks, and she couldn’t help but wonder inside: Mr. Shen, is this really the kind of team you’re leading?
The rough play continued until 5 pm. Tired out, Ji Ya went to change and prepare for dinner, and after rinsing off, Shen Yuan laid down on the SPA bed to enjoy a massage from Liew nglu.
Knowing that Zhou Peiwei wouldn’t be coming, Shen Yuan decided to keep the three NPCs at his place. It wasn’t often that they visited, so he felt obligated to show so hospitality.
However, he still needed to keep up appearances, so Shen Yuan asked Long Jinghan to move the 911 into the garage to create the illusion that she had gone ho.
Qiao Lei volunteered to help in the kitchen, knowing that cooking for five people was no easy task.
After moving the car, Long Jinghan also helped in the kitchen, and with their combined efforts, dinner was ready by 6 pm sharp.
Shen Yuan opened a bottle of champagne as a housewarming toast. Normally, he wasn’t one for ceremony, but the mood was right, so he decided to have a few drinks to join in the fun.
The four ladies were also in high spirits, frequently raising their glasses and blushing from the alcohol.
Only Ji Ya felt out of place with this mode of interaction. She couldn’t quite grasp how Mr. Shen managed to train three girls to accept this kind of *special training*…
Moreover, their behavior afterward was so natural, there was no hint of awkwardness, not even from Long Jinghan, who was usually the shyest among them.
This experience was overturning Ji Ya’s long-held beliefs. She had imagined Mr. Shen’s private life to be ssy but had never expected this level of chaos.
And it seed there was more to co tonight…
Back at villa number 20, Zhou Peiwei, after having dinner, returned to her bedroom and once again couldn’t help but take out her telescope and look towards villa number 19.
Although the sun had set and the darkness had deepened, she could still see that the 911 was no longer in front of the garage.
The irritability in Zhou Peiwei’s heart suddenly eased. She thought for a mont, then picked up her phone to send another ssage to Shen Yuan on Weixin: “Shen Yuan, I’m free again tonight. If it’s convenient, I might swing by your place for a visit.”
However, Shen Yuan, who had been eating and drinking, frowned upon seeing the ssage, thinking that she was ssing with him—coming and going as she pleased.
Not inclined to indulge such capricious behavior, he replied, “I have other plans tonight, maybe another ti.”
Upon receiving Shen Yuan’s ssage, Zhou Peiwei’s lips puckered with disappointnt. Then she took out her frustration on her stuffed animals, punching here, kicking there.
The pink bedroom suddenly beca a scene of chaos.
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The next morning, Shen Yuan woke up on a disheveled bed, rubbing his temples as he tried to clear his mind. Looking around, he saw last night had been as wild as ever.
The NPCs were all curled up, partially clothed, in the bed sheets—a vision of snowy voluptuousness.
Thankfully, his bedroom was furnished with a custom bed that asured 2.6 ters wide, spacious enough for four people, so none had to endure being forced off the bed like in a hotel.
Shen Yuan got dressed in the clothes Ji Ya had prepared for him and went downstairs, where the kitchen was already filled with the aroma of sandwiches and fried eggs.
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