After one fight, the warehouse came to another.

The first is violent, the second is ambiguous.

The torrential rain had penetrated the old eaves, the leaky roof had opened a layer of wet marks, the warehouse was hot and damp, and the paper shells were splashed with pieces of water, and the smell and rain mixed together, becoming extremely erosive.

In the sweltering heat, the skin quickly becomes wet, sticky to the touch, and not very dry.

Chu Ying held Song Yong's neck, his fingertips were attached to the Adam's apple, and he swallowed every time he kissed him, his pupils were dilated, and sweat hung down from the corners of his forehead, dripping on Chu Ying's body.

In the second half, there was a knock on the door of the commissary.

It's Chen Qiu.

She banged on the door vigorously, and scolded in a high sharp voice, "Little hoof, clean me for trouble, where do you fall in love with which concubine's house, I can't care about you, your rags are thrown here for you!" ”

Three minutes later, the door was opened, and a skeletal hand with white knuckles stretched out, dragging the dilapidated suitcase sent by Chen Qiu and taking it into the commissary.

This thing was delivered in time.

Song Yong took out clean clothes from inside, walked into the warehouse, he threw the clothes on Chu Ying's body, his throat was hard and dry, "Put it on." ”

Chu Ying couldn't straighten her waist, her expression was pitiful, she rubbed her arms, and looked at Song Yong's neat appearance, why was he still clean?

"Can you dress me up?"

*

Take advantage of the dawn.

Song Yong used people from the construction team to borrow people and cars to send Chu Ying to the town.

Early in the morning, the town was foggy, and there were no people, so Song Yong took Chu Ying into a hotel called Baolong.

Even if it is the most expensive room, the environment is still very poor, the wall skin falls off in large pieces, the blue mold spots that are faint are not very beautiful, and when the shower head is turned on, the sound of water is sharp, and the water droplets hit the skin, which is not gentle.

Fortunately, the bed was spacious and soft enough, and it was neat and clean, and it was messed up and dirty.

The dim sky gradually brightened with a gasp.

Curtains let in light.

Chu Ying opened his eyes and saw a touch of red in the corners of Song Yong's eyes, and when he looked at each other, he kissed again.

When footsteps sounded in the corridor of the room, Song Yong went out of the bathroom and replaced Chu Ying, there were many water stains on the frosted glass of the bathroom, and her back was reflected on the glass, blurring the marks on her skin.

Washing off the stickiness on his body, Chu Ying walked out, his footsteps were stunned, Song Yong sat in the dilapidated hotel room, obsessed with cigarettes, the smoke ate his sparse and gentle, leaving a decadent and gloomy Song Yong.

The curtains behind them merged, and there was no natural fog in sight.

The light bulb in the house was dim, the cheapest light in town, but it shone on the most expensive man, and he was in the cheapest hotel, with the woman he despised the most, and even himself, it was not so clean.

Expertly flicking the ashes of his cigarette, he lifted his eyelids lightly, and his voice was hoarse, "Come here." ”

Chu Ying didn't want to go over a little, "I'm tired, let me rest for a while." ”

"I'll let you come."

He's tough, tough like him.

Chu Ying walked with difficulty, walked up to him, reached out and touched his face, in a flirtatious tone, "What are you doing?" ”

Song Yong pressed out the cigarette butt in the transparent ashtray, pushed her arm away with his free hand, and emphasized with calm eyes: "Don't tell anyone about this, otherwise ......"

"What are you going to do, kill me?" Chu Ying gasped and pressed his ear, "Then you have to hurry." ”

Guessed it would be like this.

A person like Song Yong definitely doesn't want to be entangled with a widow, if people know, his face and identity will not be asked from now on.

What Chu Ying needs is not to be made public, he is really worried.

Song Yong calmed down, "I'm not kidding. ”

"It's really ruthless, aren't you afraid that I'll be sad?"

“…… You won't. ”

"But I'm just sad."

wanted to tease him again, but he didn't have the strength, Chu Ying stopped in time, "The sad person is going to rest now." ”

Where did her brisk tone look like a little sad?

Looking at her back, Song Yong frowned, his heart was a little stuffy, and his tone was a lot more irritable, "If you don't kiss me, will you sleep?" ”

Turning his back, Chu Ying took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his crazy state of mind and walked over, bent down and kissed his cold and bitter lips, "Is this okay?" ”

Song Yong blinked, "Did you teach me to kiss like this?" ”

No.

She didn't seduce him so lightly, and when she got it, she was so perfunctory.

The mist dissipated in front of Song Yong's eyes, he raised his head, his lips were shiny, as if he was very aggrieved, at first she blushed when she looked at her twice, but now he has learned to take the initiative to ask for a kiss.

Chu Ying thought that she would not be taken care of by him.

"That's a kiss beforehand, you need to flirt, you don't need to kiss afterwards, these things will be taught to you slowly later."

She gently pinched Song Yong's earlobe and coaxed him softly, "I'm really going to sleep for a while, aren't you tired?" Do you want to be together? ”

After all, he was the one who helped.

"Not tired."

Song Yong waved her hand away.

Chu Ying smiled and bent down to kiss his face, "Young physical strength is good." ”

After joking, she lay on the bed to rest, her mind was chaotic, a little like a dream, why did she have a relationship with Song Yong in a daze.

*

Song Yong went downstairs halfway, and there were many missed calls on his mobile phone this morning, and everyone called.

I found a small restaurant downstairs in the hotel, the menu was sealed with plastic film, used all year round, and the surface was covered with a thick layer of sticky ash.

He swiped his finger down, "All of this, pack." ”

Walking outside the hall, Song Yong stood under the eaves and called the phone back, which was answered very quickly and very anxious, "Song Yong? ”

Song Yong: "What are you doing?" ”

"What's your tone?" Father Song was worried all night, but he couldn't contact him, "Is your Uncle Tang in trouble, you take the time to pack up your things, and I will send someone to pick you up." ”

"No, I don't."

"Don't need it? Did I hear that right? ”

"If you're deaf, get a hearing aid." He didn't want to say more, "Hung up." ”

Normally his temper was bad, but now it seems to be even worse.

Father Song held his forehead and sighed softly, pressing the call button on the phone, "Zhao Zhu, come in." ”

Message received.

Zhao Zhu went up from the first floor and nodded respectfully, "Boss." ”

"You go to Lingbei and bring Song Yong back."

That's an order.

He agreed and walked out of the study.

A person walked straight across the corridor, and she and Zhao Zhu came face to face and stopped, "Is my father looking for you?" ”

Zhao nodded his head.

Song Boyu was curious: "What's the matter?" ”

"Pick up Song Yong."

These three words made her laugh disappear, she raised her hand and touched Zhao Zhu's collar, "Don't let him come back, you know?" ”

Zhao Zhu: "It's not appropriate. ”

"Isn't that stupid brother of mine easy to deal with?" Song Boyu shrugged lightly, "And if he comes back, he will definitely not let me go." ”