Chapter 138: The Tigress

Yang Mucheng hugged Song Mingyue into his arms, pretending that the two were comforting and hugging each other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info His eyes were fixed on the cleaner.

The cleaner wears a large white mask with only one pair of eyes on the outside. Looking at his height and size, it is clear that he is exactly the same as the person who commanded the bloodshed tonight, Shadow. Come to think of it, this Shadow used the identity of the cleaner to sneak in and prepare to take the "Moonlight Glass Cup".

With his mind racing, Yang Mucheng remembered every move of the shadow of the incarnated cleaner, and even his skin color and eyes, and waited until he took the "Moonlight Glass Cup" and disappeared from the employee passage without a trace, Yang Mucheng retracted his gaze.

"Mu Cheng, shall we go back to our room? I'm looking for something with you? ā€

Song Mingyue struggled lightly in Yang Mucheng's arms and spoke in a low voice.

"Okay."

Only then did Yang Mucheng realize that because he was too focused on observing the shadow just now, he actually hugged Song Mingyue tightly, making outsiders look even more intimate than a couple.

Walking through the hall, taking the elevator upstairs, and going to the room, Song Mingyue kept holding Yang Mucheng's hand. Moreover, the palms of the hands are very hot, and the palms of the hands are slightly revealing a layer of fine sweat.

Yang Mucheng felt that Song Mingyue in front of him was a little weird, not at all like the Song Mingyue he saw and knew on weekdays. Being held by her, Yang Mucheng suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, like a deer colliding with him.

However, until he entered the room, Yang Mucheng had always mistakenly thought that Song Ming's early childhood was the cause of the accident. Entering the room, Song Mingyue didn't let him turn on the light, but suddenly hugged him like a crazy lioness, and then actually pushed him against the wall.

The jade lips opened lightly, and the involuntary words were printed on his mouth. With a fragrant lips and teeth, a slippery and flexible tongue poked in, and Yang Mucheng's mind went blank in an instant.

Song Mingyue didn't speak, her hands were moving wildly. Sometimes he hugged Yang Mucheng's neck tightly, sometimes he pulled her clothes, and sometimes he threw off the burden on his body.

For a few minutes, Yang Mucheng stood against the wall like a stupid wooden man. However, when Song Mingyue's outer clothes were all untied, leaving only two small clothes that were close to him, and the whole person stood in front of him with a slight shame and anger, he suddenly moved.

He still didn't speak, but he began to move. He was inexperienced, clumsy like a kid who couldn't play with toys but couldn't put it down.

Rudely and urgently ripped off all the burdens on her, and for the first time in his life he saw a living woman, so close, so beautiful.

"Whew-"

This game was initiated by Song Mingyue, but Yang Mucheng, who was really completely aroused by her desire, looked at her so directly, she couldn't help but be shy, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and wanted to cover something.

"Hmm-"

Suddenly, she felt a burst of fullness in her body. Out of the corner of his eye, two light tears slid down.

It's not her first time, she's not a girl. However, she is not a confused person either. After the experience of many years ago, she has not experienced it in more than a decade. Some are strange, some are green, some are thirsty, and some are sweet.

Under Yang Mucheng's movements, Song Mingyue felt like a small boat thrown into the sea. She looked strangely helpless, but so happy. Whenever she felt that she was unbearable, and her whole person would be destroyed, the movements of the sea would fall lightly, allowing her to enjoy the comfort of being sweet to the bone.

This is life! This is what is alive. This is the real world.

Song Mingyue stretched out her hand gently, wanting to hold the sea firmly......

However, the sea is so wide that can you really hold the sea with one hand?

……

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After more than an hour, the bedroom was calm again, as if the tide had receded. There are still noisy voices and flashing police lights outside the downstairs window. However, the two of them didn't care at all. Until now, the two have not spoken a word. However, they feel that the heart is connected. At this point, there is no need for too many words.

"Ding-woo! ā€•ā€•ā€

A hurried phone ringing interrupted the silence in the room, Yang Mucheng frowned, and looked at Song Mingyue next to him, the phone was hers.

Song Mingyue picked up her phone and frowned. According to the rules, no outsiders are allowed to answer this phone call. If it were in the past, Song Mingyue would never answer in the presence of a third party.

But tonight, she was so tired. Moreover, she didn't think that Yang Mucheng could hear anything next to her. And even if he hears something, he may not be able to understand what they are talking about.

After ten seconds of hesitation, Song Mingyue finally decided to answer the phone in front of Yang Mucheng. Of course, before connecting it, she deliberately made a silent gesture towards Yang Mucheng.

"Song Mingyue, what's going on with Chengwen?"

A shrill female voice came from the phone, not only calling Song Mingyue's name and surname, but also with unconcealed anger and questioning.

Song Mingyue obviously didn't expect that it would be a female voice from inside, frowned, thought of who the other party's woman was, took a deep breath, suppressed the displeasure in her heart and said: "Sister-in-law, I don't know anything about this matter, everything was arranged by Mr. Ye." You can rest assured, those people have repeatedly emphasized the safety of the written text, and he will be fine. ā€

"Will it be okay? It's another shootout, it's a bloody case, how can Cheng Wen be safe when he is arrested by such a person? Song Mingyue, don't forget where you begged for food. If there is any mistake in Chengwen, don't say that you don't want to enjoy the current glory and wealth in the rest of your life, even if you die ten times, it can't compare to a finger of Chengwen! ā€

The woman on the other end of the phone was speaking more and more harshly.

Listening to the words without mercy, Song Mingyue's brows were deeply locked, her chest rose and fell, and she had an unconcealable anger.

"Sister-in-law, I will pay attention to this matter. However, I don't really know the specifics. I answered this call because this mobile phone number belongs to Mr. Ye, if what you just said is Mr. Ye's attitude, let him deal with me, I have nothing to say. If it weren't for Mr. Ye's attitude, I don't think I would have had to answer anything. ā€

After taking another deep breath, Song Mingyue replied. And, as soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

A particularly brief phone call, before and after added up to only four sentences, but Yang Mucheng paid attention to the Ye family and deliberately followed Ye Chengwen at night, so he was still able to hear some clues. Ye Chengwen, who seems to be elegant on the outside, decisive on the inside, and even a little ruthless on the inside, has a mother who protects her cubs like a tigress.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, every parent loves their children, even if their children make big mistakes, parents will only think that their children are just willful and naughty, which cannot be regarded as a crime.

Ye Chengwen entered the night organization with 280 million "Moonlight Glass Cup" and himself as bait this time, it could not be just his own temporary willfulness, he must have been instructed by his family or supported by some people.

Now, Ye Chengwen's mother called and made a fuss, and Yang Mucheng was a little surprised. It stands to reason that the threshold of the Ye family is extremely high, and the people who can enter the inner circle are not rich and expensive, and they must all be moody characters. Even Ye Chengwen, who is only in his twenties, already has a deep city.

His mother called to make trouble, although it can be said that she was worried about her son, but according to Song Mingyue's return information, she actually used Ye Chengwen's father's phone to reprimand Song Mingyue, so she was a bit like a village woman on the street.

"What are you thinking?"

Song Mingyue hung up the phone, calmed down her emotions, turned her head and saw Yang Mucheng in a daze, gently leaning on his chest to ask questions.

Yang Mucheng said: "I was thinking that there was such a big bloody case here, and tomorrow it will definitely cause a sensation in domestic and foreign media reports." ā€

"Silly boy."

Song Mingyue leaned on Yang Mucheng's chest, listened to his strong heartbeat and completely scheming words, and said with a smile: "You kid can't understand the world of adults yet. Many media in Hong Kong and abroad may report on this matter, but there will certainly not be any media in China that will show the shadow of this matter. ā€

Yang Mucheng frowned and said, "This matter is so sensational, it is impossible not to be concerned." Could it be that the state will still sit idly by and ignore such a bloody case? ā€

"For such a big case, the state must pay more attention than any other organization. However, the country's primary concern is the stability of the situation. There will be a task force to investigate the matter, but the process will not be made public to the media and the general public. ā€

Song Mingyue saw that Yang Mucheng was still a little puzzled, and said: "This is like the loss of contact with Malaysia Airlines, which was rumored for a few months at the beginning, and then did you see the domestic media tracking it again?" Yes, but only a few words, representing the meaning of the country, are still being concerned. But is the investigation team in the shadows so understated? No way! ā€

Yang Mucheng knew very well in his heart the country's methods and means of doing things, but he would never dare to talk too much with Song Mingyue on such an issue now. Opening his mouth, he finally remained silent.

"Alright. It's time for you to get out of my room. Remember, just as if nothing had happened, it was just a dream. ā€

A few minutes later, Song Mingyue obviously gritted her teeth fiercely, and then reluctantly but ruthlessly left Yang Mucheng's embrace, turned sideways to lie on the other side, and didn't even look at Yang Mucheng anymore. At first glance, it seems that Song Mingyue put Yang Mucheng there, and then fell asleep with her head very irresponsibly.

Regarding Song Mingyue's reaction, Yang Mucheng was not surprised. He exhaled, scratched his head, then rolled over and got out of bed, found his own clothes in the messy clothes on the floor, and put them on and went out.

At the moment when the door closed, Song Mingyue suddenly turned over, looking at the direction of the door, stunned. Although the passion has long ended, the skin around her body is still glowing with a layer of spring-like color.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, facing the mirror, on my neck and chest, there were many rose-red marks on my lower abdomen. There were even bruises in a few places.

Song Mingyue is a person with a habit of cleanliness, but when she looks at the marks on her body, she has a longing for them to be imprinted on her body every day.

She is a classy person who hates rudeness. Yang Mucheng's movements just now were crazy like a beast, but she missed it strangely. Even if Yang Mucheng was allowed to leave just now, Song Mingyue was so reluctant in her heart. It's just that the long-term habit of reason forced her to make such a choice. (To be continued.) )