The car travels through the city center, where every inch of land is valuable, and even when it is dark in the middle of the night, the city is still flooded with lights, and the towering office buildings are still densely lit.

The car drove all the way from such a prosperous area to Lujia Road.

After turning into this road, the vision has changed dramatically, and the single-family houses on both sides of the road are scattered, and the light of the street lamps is sprinkled from the paulownia leaves, and the quiet road is faintly illuminated.

The car was parked in front of a historic three-story bungalow.

They got off the bus at the fountain outside the garden, which Liang Qian said was the residence of a big man and his favorite aunt during the Republican period, and was now privately bought to open a multi-cuisine fusion Chinese restaurant.

"The furnishings are pretty much the same."

The reason why Liang Qian knows so much is because she often helps Xu Anrong book banquets, and DXN has a VIP card here to keep consumption accounts.

Gu Yingqing thought for a while, then looked at the surrounding garden that was covered with a layer of night, and replied in a low voice: "Aren't all the people dead at that time, wouldn't you panic when you eat in the house where the dead lived?"

Who are the people who are attracted to this kind of marketing?

Liang Qian glanced at her with disgust: "People didn't die here, besides, how many years have passed?"

Cheng Yuesheng couldn't help but laugh when he listened to the stumbling voices of the two people behind him.

This restaurant specializes in Cantonese cuisine, Sichuan cuisine and local cuisine, and eats Cantonese cuisine on the second floor.

There is a Western clock hanging in the middle of the living room on the first floor, antique brown carved wooden chairs are placed on both sides, and there is a square small table between the two pairs.

The hallway leading to the wooden staircase is lined with a wooden chest of drawers and a phonograph more than one person high.

In the largest private room on the second floor, Tan Ling had already sat down with a few people.

The later people sat down, and immediately a waiter handed over towels and added tea.

Tan Ling asked the waiter to take the menu, "We have already ordered, you can see if there is anything else you want to add, Mr. Cheng has a treat, just order."

Gu Yingqing flipped through the menu, his eyes were dark, and he was embarrassed to order.

The table was big, and the seats were far apart, Liang Qian saw her put down the menu, leaned over and whispered, "Order food, don't feel sorry for the capitalists, slaughter hard!"

Liang Qian flipped the page of the menu, "This soft-hearted abalone is good, his signboard, come to one."

Gu Yingqing nodded: "You are in charge."

Over there, Cheng Yuesheng added dishes, and asked everyone to serve a cup of fresh abalone soup in front of the main dish.

Gu Yingqing didn't dare to eat too much when his stomach was upset, so he drank a cup of soup, tasted a few other light dishes and stopped chopsticks.

The rest of the people were in good hands, and the chatterbox was also opened, and the conversation was lively.

Cheng Yuesheng answered the phone, temporarily left the noisy box, and did not return for a long time.

Gu Yingqing ate well, Liang Qian was still chatting with people while eating, so she took her bag and went to the bathroom by herself.

She regretted it before she got to the bathroom, she should have waited for Liang Qian to come out together after eating.

Although the house is lit up by crystal lamps as bright as day, these so-called Chinese furnishings that remain in their original state make her frightened, especially after the closing time, the waiters are waiting in the box, and there is no one outside.

Walk to the end of the living room, turn right, and walk through the window corridor a few meters long to find the bathroom.

After Gu Yingqing went to the bathroom, he originally wanted to make up for makeup, but he came out in a hurry after washing his hands.

As soon as the door was opened, a figure suddenly appeared in the field of vision standing in the middle of the corridor, so frightened that Gu Yingqing's face turned white, and he screamed "Ah".

Gu Yingqing saw that it was him, and exhaled in shock.

She glanced at him quickly, lowered her head and pretended to arrange her clothes, and walked up to him, not seeing anyone give way.

The hallway was narrow, so she leaned sideways against the wall, apparently there was at least one person between her and him.

She lowered her eyes, and the way ahead was deliberately blocked.

She looked at him incomprehensibly.

Cheng Yuesheng leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette in his hand, hanging down to his side, looking at it with an inconspicuous expression

looked at her, with a hint of laziness between her eyebrows.

He raised his chin to the empty aisle beside him, "Go that way."

The tone is low and soothing, as if he is in a good mood.

Gu Yingqing didn't think about it, her footsteps moved to the left, and he followed suit, blocking her to death.

"Have you drunk?" Gu Yingqing was not angry.

He didn't answer, his eyes followed the direction of the light source above her head, looked at her face with heavy makeup from the head, wiped off the lipstick from his mouth during the meal, and lowered it little by little.

Finally stopped at the neckline of her underwear.

His eyes were ill-intentioned, and even a little evil, embedded in his face that was not shocked, and did not look obscene.

Gu Yingqing didn't know what tricks he was playing, so he held his breath and didn't speak again.

Cheng Yuesheng suddenly raised her hand, and she subconsciously took a step back.

His hand froze in mid-air, and when she stood still, he waved his hand, pulling the hair that was draped over her shoulders behind her ears.

Very casual movements, deep and interesting eyes.

"Why didn't you wear that?" He asked in a slow tone.

As he said this, his eyes still wandered between her lips and collar.

"Because I'm vain." Gu Yingqing looked out the window, and the evening breeze drove the paulownia leaves to sweep the window edge, and there was a rustling sound.

She said, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was coming.

No one spoke for a while.

Cheng Yuesheng leaned there calmly, as if he wanted to stalemate with her.

Gu Yingqing was always worried that someone would come, and because he was reminded by his sticky eyes, the memory that had been buried in her heart more than a month ago.

Unconsciously, his eyes seemed to really turn into a pair of hands, with warmth, touch, and strength.

She was anxious and anxious about it.

Breathing is also not smooth.

Gu Yingqing's eyes stared into the night without focus, his eyes blinked, and again, his chest became tight and slow due to the undulating arc of his breathing, which was very irregular.

The hand holding the bag hangs to the side, and the fingers pinching the handle of the bag are unconsciously bent, and the nails pick at the thin seams.

All her reactions fell into his eyes.

Yu Guang noticed that he was approaching, and Gu Yingqing took half a step back, and was surprised that his legs were weak.

When he got closer, her eyelashes fluttered uneasily, and she didn't move.

The smoke that swirled between his fingers was swept away by the wind passing by the window, and it trembled and dissipated into the air.

There was only half an arm's length between the two, and his breath had already invaded her social safety.

Cheng Yuesheng half-lowered his head, Gu Yingqing's mind was confused, as if someone had robbed him of his mind, and hesitantly raised his face in his direction.

In the next second, the man's big palm reached into her blazer, wrapped around her waist through the silky suspender fabric, and brought the person forward.

The moment the lips met, in the eager breath, two sighs were made in unison.