Chapter 135: A tacit conspiracy

There is a hole in the study, and the time outside the study has reached eight o'clock in the evening.

The servants prepared dinner, but it was still quiet above the second floor, and neither master came down to eat.

After waiting for another half an hour, there was still no movement, and the maid couldn't help but ask, "Steward Fang, are the young master and young lady still in the study?" Do you need to go up and report that you can already eat? ”

Steward Fang pondered for a moment and said, "No, just keep it warm, when the young master will summon it, and when will it be taken out." ”

"Yes."

The two people in the study did not have any concept of time at all.

Lu Chengyu has never been gentle in affairs, and now his strength is heavier than usual, Nanfeng's whole person is pressed on the carpet, he has no excess, his dark eyes are like an ancient well leading her to fall, in the moment when she is distracted, he is so direct and fierce penetration.

There was no obstacle, smooth and smooth, and enough lubrication for him to hire without having to wait for her to get used to it. Nanfeng frowned slightly, not uncomfortable, but definitely not comfortable, half pushed and half entangled the two together, the moon was already shining outside the window, and the awe-inspiring winter wind blew through the treetops, quietly blowing down a few frost leaves.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of electricity in the room, Nanfeng didn't notice it, but Lu Chengyu stopped, his dark gaze swept over the computer, and his long legs stretched out the power cord, so the screen that had just lit up flashed and dimmed again.

The third time he was a long time, as if it was really as he said, the effect of the medicine had just begun, and Nanfeng always felt that he had been longer this time than the two times she took the initiative. Her legs had begun to tremble, but he was not finished, and he changed his position to make her kneel on the cushion, and in and out again, and I don't know how long it took for him to finally relax his arms and fall on top of hers, his head buried in her shoulder socket, and let out a soft sigh of satisfaction and pleasure.

Each other's bodies were hot like a furnace, burning both souls on this early winter night. After breathing a little, Nanfeng whispered, "...... Chengyu, let go of my ......"

However, before her words fell, he propped himself up again, above her. Nanfeng was stunned, and then she could clearly feel his reaction again.

"You ......" Nanfeng's voice trembled, "How ......"

"This is a lesson for you, it's not a medicine, you can take it to me casually......" He kissed her again, lifted her waist, and re-entered in a deep kiss......

By the end, it could have been the fourth, or it could be the fifth, and the south wind was basically unconscious, completely at his mercy, and when he finally spared her, she was like a dying fish, lying weakly in his arms, breathing weakly.

"I'll spare you today." Nanfeng heard him bite her ear and say this, and she let out a low moan unconsciously, "Uh-huh......"

Lu Chengyu only put on long pants for himself, and then wrapped Nanfeng's whole person with a thick blanket, covering it tightly, leaving only a slightly wet hair hanging in the air, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and hugged her head to his chest, making sure that no inch of her skin would be looked at, and then he walked out of the study.

Outside, as she said, there was no servant on the third floor, and it wasn't until he walked to the second floor that he saw Steward Fang hesitating at the staircase on the first floor.

"Steward Fang, cook some millet porridge and send it over." Lu Cheng was instructed.

Steward Fang responded, "Yes." ”

Lu Chengyu carried Nanfeng into the master bedroom and put it in the bathtub to clean, where the water flowed through were deep and shallow kiss marks, almost all over her body, and saw that she was a little red and swollen, and couldn't help but twist her eyebrows slightly, is he really too ruthless......?

The medicine she gave him should have come from the Golden Table, and there was no such colorless, tasteless and powerful medicine outside. Lu Chengyu thought about it, scooped Nanfeng out of the water, dried it with a bath towel and put it on the bed, and went to her bag to find it, and sure enough, he found a piece of ointment.

This woman is really ...... Lu Chengyu shook his head, unscrewed the ointment, squeezed a little on his fingertips, and carefully helped her apply the wound.

During this period, Nanfeng woke up, but it was only a short two or three minutes, and his voice was glutinous: "Chengyu, what are you doing?" ”

"I'm going to help you with the medicine." Lu Chengyu leaned over and kissed her eyebrows, "Don't sleep yet, eat something." ”

Nanfeng shook his head unconsciously: "Tired......"

"Then sleep first, and eat later."

"Hmm......"

The bedroom was silent, the breathing of the south wind tended to be smooth and even, Lu Chengyu covered her chin with a quilt, and turned on the heating to the right temperature, then went to wash herself, and finally did not return to the bedside, but went out.

"Young master, the rice porridge is ready." Steward Fang went upstairs with millet porridge.

"Let's warm it first, and then eat it when the young lady wakes up." Lu Chengyu said a word, went up to the third floor without stopping, and returned to the study.

At this time, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening, and the mess in the study had been cleaned up by the maids, and there was not a trace of ambiguity on the sofa or carpet.

Lu Chengyu reconnected the power of the computer, turned on the phone, and the picture that had just been cut off popped up again - it was a three-pin call.

On the top left is Michael; The upper right is a black screen, and the shè xiàng head is not opened; And occupying the bottom of the screen is a Chinese-American mixed-race man, he is wearing loose pajamas, and there is a woman behind him and next to his legs, helping him beat his legs and pinch his shoulders, which is very comfortable.

Steward Fang brought over a cup of coffee, Lu Chengyu picked it up, and the small spoon was pinched and gently stirred by his hand.

The Chinese-American mixed-race man spoke first, and raised his eyebrows at Lu Chengyu: "That was Yu Wen's mèi mèi just now?" ”

Lu Chengyu was indifferent, and he said with some ill will: "My brother is so disobedient, but mèi mèi was trained by you to be obedient." In other words, what genes are they in the Yu family? Both brothers and sisters are so good-looking. ”

Because of the time difference, it was still daytime on Michael's side, he sat in his office, his eyes drooped on the documents on the table, and said with a smile while signing: "Yu Wen, this mèi mèi, not only looks as good as him, but also has no inferior ability, I have dealt with her once before, and I still appreciate her." ”

"Oh?" The man was interested, and leaned forward slightly, "In this case, Yu Wen can't stay, but if he's not a bad thing, it's not that he can't let her go." ”

Lu Chengyu raised his eyes lightly, and his color was slightly cold: "Song, my people, is it your turn to judge?" ”

The named man retracted in a sloppy manner, and he grabbed back, grabbing the woman behind him by his lap and holding him.

Michael smiled and said, "Song, that's Yu Wen's mèi mèi, and James's wife, don't covet it, let's talk about business." ”

It wasn't until this time that the shot with the screen always black came out, he seemed to be waiting for them to finish their gag, the same man's voice, his voice was slightly low and gentle, more clear than Lu Chengyu, very discerning, and he could tell that the other party was not very old.

He said: "There is reliable news - Yu Wen, who has returned to China." ”

As soon as these words came out, the other three all paused slightly. Michael first stared and asked, "Are you sure?" ”

"My men chased him all the way from Seattle and saw him enter the country with their own eyes, and there would be no mistake." The man in the black screen said in a firm tone, "Now just hold the various exit gates and find a way to force him out." ”

The Chinese-American mixed-race man slowly smiled on his face, he rubbed the plump woman in his arms, he hit very hard, the woman's face showed pain, and snuggled into his arms with a smile, and his eyes flashed like a wolf: "Five years, oh, no, it's almost six years, and I can finally catch this little mouse who is in the way." ”

Lu Chengyu held the cup of coffee in his hand, didn't drink it, his eyes fell on the sofa opposite, and his eyebrows twisted imperceptibly.

Michael is also very happy, after all, the big trouble can finally be solved, and his heart that has been hanging for five or six years can finally be put back in place: "As long as he is in China and out of his umbrella, it will be much easier to catch him." ”

"And it's not hard to force him to show up, isn't his mèi mèi in James' hands?" A cold smile curled into the half-race man's lips, "You say, if he receives the news that her mèi mèi is in danger of life, will he be eager to appear?" ”

dá àn, everyone knows it.

What to do, it seems to be tacit.

The man with the black screen took the lead off the line without saying hello. Michael said, "He's like this again." ”

The mixed-race man sneered, with obvious disdain in his attitude.

Lu Chengyu then turned off Shi Pin, and he sat quietly in the dark, his fingers loosely crossed on the table, his expression thoughtful.

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