Gu Yingqing couldn't see his expression behind him clearly, he grabbed his waist and held his back, and only the fierce power of his muscles was transmitted to her body.

It's in an unfamiliar environment again, and it's mentally and emotionally overwhelming.

As she changed her clothes, she looked in the mirror, and the marks left by his fingertips embedded in the skin and exerted force were all over her body.

Cheng Yuesheng had already cleaned up, and it took some time for Gu Yingqing to blow his hair.

When she went out, there was still no light outside, Cheng Yuesheng sat on the edge of the ring and smoked, and the darkness made his breath more silent.

Gu Yingqing walked around to him, walked between his open legs, and sat on his left leg.

Cheng Yuesheng lazily glanced at her face, leaned back against the boxing fence, took a puff of cigarette, put his arm on the bottom rope after taking it down, and naturally rubbed her back with the other hand.

Gu Yingqing leaned over his chest, wrapped his arms around his neck, and asked softly, "Are you done pumping?"

"Hmm."

Gu Yingqing's skirt was slim and outlined the hip line, and the lines were even sexier when she sat on his side and reclined on him.

Cheng Yuesheng squeezed his hand down.

Gu Yingqing gasped, "It hurts!"

He chuckled, "I didn't make any effort." Thinking of something, he deliberately made it bad, and asked in her ear, "Did the fan hurt just now?"

Gu Yingqing looked up and found that his expression was both presumptuous and vicious, and his eyes were deep but explicit.

This man flirted with ease, and all the ambiguous manners and provocative words were spoken by him, casually and unintentionally, as if they belonged to a part of his body.

I don't know if other women will be like her, she can't stand the silent and wild ambiguity in his deep eyes when he stares at him, and her body can't help but tremble under his palm.

She pursed her lips, suppressed the sourness in her heart, hugged him tighter, and asked softly, "What the hell are you doing today?"

Gu Yingqing occasionally felt conflicted when facing him.

She was fascinated by the sensuality and outgoing toughness of his mature man, and she was sure that no woman would not be attracted, even if only for a moment.

His identity and experience give him a terrifying strength, even if something intimate has been done, he will still be afraid, which makes her involuntarily cautious.

Cheng Yuesheng lit a cigarette and replied lightly, "It's nothing."

She paused and asked, "Having trouble at work?" Or is things not going well for the Shen family?"

"It doesn't matter," he said, "you don't care."

Gu Yingqing was stunned, looked at his side face, and didn't ask again.

She smelled the breath of his body after the freshly bathed body, perhaps because his body had not yet recovered from the entanglement just now, so that she felt that the sticky smell between the two of them had not dissipated at this moment.

Back at home, Gu Yingqing found a medicine box in the living room, found disinfectant cotton balls and anti-inflammatory ointment from inside, turned off the lights in the living room, and entered the bedroom.

Cheng Yuesheng had finished washing and lying on the bed to rest, after taking off his clothes and pants, the quilt was on his waist, his shoulders were wide, his back was wide and his legs were long, his sleeping posture was informal, his hands were pillowed under his face, one leg was straightened and one leg was bent.

Gu Yingqing glanced at the figure on the bed, this bed was more than enough for her to sleep alone, and when he was there, it occupied most of the space, and the bed seemed narrow.

Gu Yingqing knelt on the bed and moved his knees to his side, "Give me your hand."

The night was silent, and she couldn't help but lower her voice.

Drowsiness hit, Cheng Yuesheng frowned tiredly, opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the medicine in her hand, "There's no need."

"Hurry up." Gu Yingqing pulled him out.

Cheng Yuesheng put his hand on the back of his neck, closed his eyes, and let her do it.

Gu Yingqing twisted out the cotton balls soaked in iodine with tweezers, and coated his open joints one by one.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, this person's way of venting was very bearable, she deliberately pushed the cotton ball towards his wound, and the iodine soaked into the wound, Cheng Yuesheng lifted his eyelids and "hissed".

Gu Yingqing glanced at him and whispered, "Aren't you able to bear it?"

Cheng Yuesheng sneered.

After Gu Yingqing gave him the medicine, he looked at it

hand, troubled, "slimy."

"Let's let it sticky first, and I'll wash it tomorrow morning." Gu Yingqing put the medicine on the bedside table and turned off the light.

She lay down on the bed, also "sticky" close to him, reaching out to touch the wound on his arm that had long healed.

The wound was close to the inside of his right arm, and it felt like a thin ridge.

"Does it hurt here?"

Cheng Yuesheng didn't know what was going on in her head, and said with a vague smile, "How long has it been?"

Gu Yingqing put his arm on his arm, the muscles under his palm were strong, and when he recalled that time, the tip of his heart was soft, and his mind was floating.

She whispered, "Kiss me."

Cheng Yue smiled sullenly, reached out and took the person into his arms, and looked for her lips to cover it.

The tip of his nose pressed against her face, Gu Yingqing curled the corners of his mouth, sucked his lips, and hugged him contentedly.

In the next two days, Gu Yingqing went to work during the day and used to paint the two lotus pictures at night, but there were too many details to express, and the progress was slow, and he occasionally forgot the time when he was lying there.

Cheng Yuesheng also came late, and every time he came to the study, the light was still on, and when he saw that she was full of paint, he said that she was sleeping unconsciously.

During another weekday's lunch break, Gu Yingqing received a call from Song Qiwen, and she didn't really want to answer it at first.

Two times before, every time there was Song Qiwen, she could bump into Shen Shujun and Cheng Yuesheng, she felt wrong, and she was afraid that she was suspicious.

In short, after the seeds of doubt were planted, her impression of this person also changed.

Last time at the hotel, Song Qiwen drove to the door, and after calling her and no one answered, she didn't call again, and there was not even a single message, maybe she guessed that she was taken away by Cheng Yuesheng.

From that day to now, the two have not been in contact again.

Gu Yingqing hesitated and hung up automatically, and the other party asked her on WeChat if she could have a meal together, and he wanted to trouble her for help.

Gu Yingqing thought that people didn't reply to the phone just now, and if WeChat replied in seconds, the intention to avoid the phone just now would become obvious.

So after a while, she replied: [I may not be free recently, is there anything I can say on WeChat? 】

Song didn't reply, but immediately called.

Gu Yingqing had to answer, and remained polite to ask the other party what was the matter.

Song Qiwen said, "Actually, it's not a big deal," he paused, sounding a little difficult to speak, "Can you help me ask Mr. Cheng about something...... Anyway, can you help me ask him to meet alone?"

Gu Yingqing didn't expect it at all.

Song Qiwen wanted to contact Cheng Yuesheng through her, obviously knowing her relationship with Cheng Yuesheng.

However, Shan Wendi has cooperated with Dexin, and even if Song Zhiwen and Cheng Yuesheng are not acquainted, they can be contacted by Li Fangchang to declare their identity.

Gu Yingqing said, "That, senior brother, if you want to see him, you can make an appointment with his assistant or secretary."

She wanted to be sloppy, but Song Qiwen was very persistent, and her voice pleaded helplessly: "Senior brother is bothering you, is it okay?"