Chapter Seventy-Two: I've Been Sober
The body was thrown onto the soft mattress, which didn't hurt, but it made Song Yunyan a little dizzy.
The man stood on the edge of the bed, moving slowly and methodically, his eyes fixed on her as he took off his obstructive clothes one by one.
The muscular contour is strong but not exaggerated, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and every inch catches the eye.
Song Yunyan's mouth was inexplicably dry, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
"Hungry?"
Raising his hand and flicking his shirt, Jiang Rongqing pressed down and asked in her ear teasingly.
"Who, who's greedy! Don't talk nonsense!"
His face turned red, Song Yunyan stammered in denial, and his palm pressed against his chest.
The man chuckled and changed his words in a rare good-natured manner: "Well, it's me who is hungry." ā
As he spoke, his big hands began to trace her delicate curves.
......
Like falling clouds, Song Yunyan gradually lost his mind, and his whole body became soft.
At the last minute, she suddenly thought of their ridiculous first night.
At that time, she was also bewitched by the desire he provoked, and she had a skin-to-skin relationship with him in a daze.
And this time, she didn't want purely physical intimacy anymore.
"Jiang Rongqing ......"
With a slight shudder, she called his name very seriously.
"Huh?"
In the midst of the struggle, the man raised his eyes to look at her, and a sexy mist welled up in his deep pupils.
"I, we did it last time because we were angry with the dog man and woman who split their legs, this time...... I hope you are sober. ā
The man's hand stopped.
After a pause, he kissed her on the lips very solemnly, and said slightly hoarsely: "Yanyan, I have always been awake." ā
- including the first time you think it's a gamble.
In the second half of the sentence, he didn't say it.
After the little woman softened at the words, he chuckled and pleased her with his hands and lips.
......
Lingering overnight.
Since experiencing those things in country M, Jiang Rongqing has never slept like this.
Holding the boneless little woman in his arms, he slept until dawn before he opened his eyes.
Look at the time, it's already past nine o'clock in the morning.
And the bedside, I don't know when it will be empty.
This little woman must have been afraid of being ridiculed by him, so she ran away early.
Thinking of her shy appearance of running away in the early morning, Jiang Rongqing smiled at the corner of her lips.
Just as she was about to send two ambiguous messages to tease her, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
Seeing that the caller ID was the Mercy Nursing Home, Jiang Rongqing's face sank instantly, and after turning over and sitting up, he answered it in a cold voice.
Sure enough, a slightly anxious voice sounded on the other side: "Mr. Jiang, Miss Lu Yanyan's organ has failed, the situation is urgent, I hope you can come back!"
ā......ā
When he ended the call, his face was solemn, and he immediately asked Ah Cheng to book a return ticket for him.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang. ā
Responding respectfully, Ah Cheng paused for a moment and asked again: "The purpose of coming to Y Province this time has not been achieved, is Mr. Jiang sure he wants to leave?"
"Hmm. ā
Thinking of Lu Yanyan's pale and weak appearance, Jiang Rongqing responded gloomily, and said, "It's okay for me to go back alone, you stay and continue to investigate." ā
"Yes. ā
It was too late to say goodbye to the little woman, Jiang Rongqing dressed neatly, subconsciously stroked the pillow she had just slept on twice, and then turned away without hesitation.
Inside the set.
Jiang Rongqing changed the script yesterday, so there is no need to shoot intimate kissing scenes today.
Song Yunyan and Ji Nansheng both completed very well, and a whole day passed quickly.
The crew finished work, and Song Yunyan did not go back to the hotel where the crew stayed, but went directly to Jiang Rongqing's place.
Entering the suite, no one is there.
Looking around, she found that his clothes and daily necessities were also missing.
Standing in the exquisitely decorated bedroom, she suddenly felt empty on all sides.
I was about to call and ask where the other person was, when he happened to call.
"Hello?"
As soon as he made a sound, a man's voice came from the earpiece: "I have an urgent matter to go back to the city, you have to be obedient over there alone, huh?"
Sure enough, he was gone.
A trace of disappointment welled up in his heart, and Song Yunyan said sullenly: "What is wrong with me!"
"Don't get too close to Ji Nansheng, remember, you are my woman!"
The man's tone was domineering, as if he was talking as he walked, and there was some noise around him, and his voice was slightly short.
"Cut!"
Snorted dissatisfiedly, she heard a female voice on the other end of the phone, and the voice seemed to be his secretary Mu Yuyan, "Mr. Jiang, the doctor has been contacted." ā
"Well, got it. ā
Jiang Rongqing replied to her.
A few simple words, serious and low, and the domineering but childish tone when talking to themselves.
Song Yunyan heard the sound and involuntarily hooked the corners of his lips.
didn't ask much about his private affairs, she said sensibly: "If you are busy, we will talk later, I will hang up first." ā
"Wait!"
In the corridor of the hospital, Jiang Rongqing looked in the direction of Lu Yanyan's operating room, and a trace of guilt surged in her heart.
Hurriedly stopped Song Yunyan, he heard her ask, "Is there anything else?"
Pursing his lower lip slightly, he said solemnly: "You get ready, when you come back, I have a gift for you." ā
"What gift?"
"You'll find out when you come back. ā
"You ......"
"Dididi-"
I also want to ask to understand, the man has hung up.
Song Yunyan flattened his mouth depressedly, but thinking of the gift he said, he also had some expectations in his heart.
That night, she slept alone in the suite set by Jiang Rongqing.
went to film the next day, and was busy all day.
The set is in the mountains and forests, which is very inconvenient.
When he was about to finish work, Song Yunyan, accompanied by Xiaoli, went to the makeshift tent to change clothes.
The tent was set up in the depths of a few large trees, and she changed her clothes and came out, stepping on the ground with fallen leaves, and suddenly felt the hardness under her shoes.
A bad instinct rushed to her chest, and she looked down to see that she was stepping on a metal object on the sole of her foot.
Bending down to take a closer look, there was an immediate "boom" in my head.
"Xiaoli!" she immediately paused, her voice trembling a little, "IāI seem to have stepped on the **!"
Xiaoli's frightened face turned white, and she hurriedly came over and asked, "What's the situation?" Sister Yan, don't scare me!"
"It really seems to be **, I've seen a model in anti-Japanese war dramas before, and it's exactly the same as the one I stepped on!"
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Song Yunyan's voice couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"So, what then?"
Xiaoli was at a loss, Song Yunyan took a deep breath, and commanded her calmly: "Don't panic, there may be thunder around here." You walk carefully, go to the set slowly, and ask Director Bai to find a way for me. ā
"Okay, Sister Yan, don't move, I'll call someone right away!"
"Miss Song, calm down, don't move, I'll come over right away. ā
Xiaoli's voice didn't fall, and a somewhat mechanical male voice sounded.
The tone was flat, without any emotion, as if she had just stepped on a piece of watermelon rind.
Song Yunyan's heart was beating wildly, and he turned his body carefully and turned his head towards the source of the sound.
A man in a black suit approached cautiously from not far away, slightly hunched at the waist and with a gait like that of a professional deminer.