In the narrow corridor stood a man in the backlight, he was broad-shouldered, tall, in a suit and leather shoes, his sleeves were tensed by the muscles in his arms, standing in front of the door, he gasped for breath, as if he was in a hurry.

Chu Ying blinked her eyes, "Zhao ...... Sir."

Zhao Zhu swallowed his throat, "Miss Chu, I'm sorry......

After a sigh of relief, he took out the things that Song Yong had entrusted him, "This is what Song Yong asked me to hand over to you, it's a little late, I'm really sorry."

Two or three cards are stuffed into the palm of your hand.

Chu Ying took it, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, "What is this?"

"It's for you, it's the money that Song Yong gave you." Zhao Chai was entangled for a few days, and finally got out, "Also, the doctor on the business card, you call him...... Let him see your father."

Zhao Zhu calmed her breath and met Chu Ying's dull eyes, she didn't seem to understand what she was singing in this play, "Song Yong...... For me?"

"Yes, he handed it over to me that day, it was my own problem, delayed."

Chu Ying's raised arm was very numb, and the thing in her palm seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing heavily on her heart, making her breathless.

"Miss Chu......"

Zhao Chai called her softly, "If someone who calls herself Sister Song Yong comes to you, don't believe her, she is going to harm Song Yong."

"Hurt Song Yong, how will she hurt him?"

"In short, she just wants to use you to harm him, and you don't believe a word of her words."

didn't say too much to Chu Ying, Zhao Zhu still had to do something else, "And ...... If Song Yong comes to you, be sure to let him go back as soon as possible."

The inside of the throat seems to be condensed with a membrane, and it is astringent.

Can't move.

Chu Ying looked at Zhao Zhu's angular face, was speechless for a while, and didn't tell him that Song Yong was in this rental house, "Okay."

"Please."

Nodding, Zhao Zhu walked down the stairs, looking at his back, Chu Ying closed the door, turned around, and bumped into Song Yong's shoulder.

His breath was still very weak, his skin temperature was slightly higher, and his palm supported Chu Ying's head, "Is it Zhao Zhu?"

Chu Ying's eyelashes curled up and tilted her chin, "Is this what you asked him to give me?"

"Yes, you take it to heal."

Song Yong arranged everything for her, but she betrayed him, "You didn't come that day because you were locked up by your family?"

"No big deal."

For his difficult situation, Song Yong learned to understate, but Chu Ying couldn't, in the blink of an eye, a tear rolled down his cheek, this tear stung Song Yong, he opened his lips slightly, and was about to speak, but his lips and tongue were blocked by a warmth.

Chu Ying stood on tiptoe and touched his chin, her kiss was affectionate and profound, as if she wanted to gather all her love in one kiss.

Song Yong was surprised, but quickly responded to her, holding her face and hugging her waist.

In the rental house facing the morning sun, the scene is dim, and a glimmer of light falls in, magnifying the lingering charm, and there are many people living in this building, who pass by the stairs and walk through the doorway.

The door panel is so fragile, and Chu Ying is the same.

Song Yong was very restrained, every time someone passed by, he slowed down his movements, pressed his fingertips on Chu Ying's waist socket, kissed her lips from behind, and between exhaling and inhaling, his hair and skin became a lot hotter.

Chu Ying didn't go to the hospital that day, which was her feedback to Song Yong.

If he was hungry, Chu Ying would feed him some bread and milk, as easy as feeding a kitten and a puppy, and when he arrived here, Song Ying was not a picky eater, grabbed Chu Ying's hand, bit the bread, and swallowed a big mouthful.

Even if the days are so barren and simple, he does not feel bitter, but is wanton and happy, which is the refreshing he has not tasted in the past 20 years of disciplined life.

From sunrise to dusk to dark.

In the cheap rental house, they are everywhere, just like that time in the hotel, the difference is that there was no love last time, but this time the love is greater than physical and mental pleasure.

This room seemed to be isolated from the world, and after Song Yong moved in, he couldn't help but forget who he was.

It was almost winter, and the strawberries were freshly on the market, Chu Ying bought a box on the way back from the hospital, washed it and sent it to Song Yong's lips, he held her hand and fed it to his mouth.

"Take it yourself and eat it."

Song Yong didn't listen, turned over, and controlled her under him.

Chu Ying was itchy all over his body, hiding all over the house, and as if feeding a puppy, he held Song Yong's chin, "Is it good to have a dog in the future, the kind that is very similar to you."

Song Yong lowered his eyebrows, "I'm not like it."

"It's clearly very similar, exactly the same, it's all sticky."

made Song Yong's face red, Chu Ying was about to take back the strawberry, her shoulder was pressed, Song Yong held her finger and kissed her lips, which was sweeter than fresh fruit.

After the kiss, he looked up and licked his shiny lips, as if he longed for more.

It was the longest time, the whole house seemed to be filled with the smell of strawberries, the sun on the horizon fell, the house rose and fell, never stopped, Chu Ying was the more active one, took the initiative to kiss him, hugged him, and gave his body and mind to him.

She watched Song Yong lose control and go crazy for a lowly woman like her.

Squeezed into the small shower room, Song Yong's face was washed by the shower, and his hair was wet and hit his forehead, revealing a clear face eroded by desire.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Chu Ying sat on Song Yong's lap, bit the strawberry with her mouth, and fed Song Yong herself, the juice flowed to her chin and slid down to her heart, Song Yong lowered her head and helped her clean it up one by one.

This crazy afternoon, midnight, is all about the smell of strawberries.

After the end, Chu Ying went downstairs with Song Yong, he went to the supermarket to buy cigarettes, and when he paid, Chu Ying stood at the door of the supermarket, looked at his silhouette, and answered Song Boyu's call.

Song Boyu was already impatient, "Did Song Yong go to you?!"

「…… Nope."

"Do you know what happens to me?"

Chu Ying bit her lip, Song Yong stood at the cashier counter of the supermarket, took a piece of candy, and shook it at her, as if asking her if she wanted to eat it, she smiled and nodded, and replied to Song Boyu, "I know, so I don't dare to lie to you."

"Then where the hell did Song Yong go?!" Song Boyu had the illusion of being teased for no reason, "Where else can he go if he doesn't look for you?"

"I don't know, his business has nothing to do with me, don't call me in the future."

Song Yong was about to come out, Chu Ying hurriedly hung up the phone, Chu's father's surgery date had been arranged, the money was enough, and she didn't need to be held hostage by Song Boyu anymore.

The call was cut off suddenly, and Song Boyu looked at the extinguished screen thoughtfully.

She didn't believe that Song Yong would go to Chu Ying or not, even if she gambled, she had to bet this time.

Walking upstairs, she opened the study door.

Father Song has been anxious about Song Yong's disappearance recently, and only Song Boyu has asked him to save some heart, "What's wrong?"

"Dad, I seem to know where Song Yong is." Song Boyu smiled, "You lend me some manpower, and I promise to capture him back."

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