Fang Ci turned his head to look at the sunset, and sure enough, the clouds showed signs of gradually accumulating.

It's probably going to rain.

The parking lot outside the camp was empty, with only a Bugatti parked near the gate.

Wen Zhiyan put her in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt, pulled up the front of her coat, and then started the car directly.

Return to Beijing.

-

Back at the old villa, Wen Zhiyan led her to the second floor and pushed her into the bathroom, "Take a shower." ”

Fang Ci leaned through the door and looked at him, "Where are you going?" ”

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm waiting for you at this door."

He didn't leave, but leaned against the wall outside the bathroom door and waited for twenty minutes.

The sound of water inside stopped, and the back door was opened, Fang Ci poked his head out, stretched out his thin white arm, and handed out a bath towel, "This bath towel, haven't you used it?" ”

Wen Zhiyan glanced at it, and the gray one was his bath towel.

He said yes.

Fang Ci sighed, and then directly opened the door, right in front of him, circle by circle, using his bath towel, wrapping himself.

At that moment, Wen Zhiyan's heart almost stopped.

His eyes were as thick as the dark clouds that were rapidly condensing outside the window, his eyes narrowed, and he said word by word, "Fang Ci, you are looking for death." ”

The voice is dark.

Fang Ci didn't know if it was on purpose, or if he really didn't understand, huh? sounded.

Wen Zhiyan picked her up, and the freshly wrapped bath towels were scattered directly on the carpet.

She was left on the bed.

The heat comes out of the skin, with a maddening aroma and softness.

The two heats are colliding, and the breathing is chaotic and heavy.

The curtains were wide open, and the rainstorm finally fell at this time.

There was only a faint bedside lamp at the head of the bed.

Everything white and soft lay out in front of him in this soft light.

Wen Zhi Yan Xiu. The long phalanges loosen the tie and tear it off.

Untie your watch and throw it on the carpet.

Fang Ci grabbed his hand and brought it to his side for him to hold.

He tightened his palms and dragged her under him with a fierce force.

She whispered, "My heart has always hurt when I hear the feast. ”

I loathe myself and I want to run away.

"I'm here, is it okay if it doesn't hurt?"

Fang Ci nodded, "...... Then, you can make me hurt in another way. ”

Chapter 27

The driver of the Xiao family drove an off-road vehicle, and after entering Beijing, he found a place to park under the highway.

After waiting for a while, the sky was getting darker and darker, and Song Yuze couldn't sit still, "Drive back, I'll take Fang Ci back."

Xiao Ling was more conscientious than him, and he opened the window of the car and looked at the highway out of Beijing without blinking.

“…… Are you sure Lee Woo-hyun's car is a big G? It's been a long time, I haven't seen a big G out of Beijing, but there are a lot of people who have returned to Beijing. ”

"Stop talking nonsense, driver, drive back to the perch."

The driver glanced back at his eldest lady, and was about to say something, when a sudden roar of a sports car engine tearing through the air was heard not far away.

At this time, there were relatively few cars out of Beijing, and the sports car almost swept by.

Xiao Ling chuckled in his heart, and said secretly in his heart, I won't wipe the Bugatti again.

"Miss, there is a torrential rain at night, I am afraid it is not safe to go out of Beijing at this time."

So said the driver.

"It's going to rain hard?! Then why don't you hurry up and get Fang Ci back?! ”

Song Yuze looked really anxious.

The off-road vehicle re-drove on the road out of Beijing, walked more than half the way, and when it was almost at the perch camp, through the high road guardrail, the opposite lane suddenly roared again.

When I arrived at the perch, I didn't see Fang Ci's shadow.

Song Yuze was so anxious that he kept dialing Fang Ci's phone, but he couldn't get through.

"She's not going to have an accident, is she?"

“…… The probability of an accident is small, and the probability of being picked up is high," Xiao Ling felt more and more that it should really be Wen Shao, so he came to pick up Fang Ci, "Qimu is a regular camp, it is unlikely that something will happen, don't worry." ”

Back in the city, Song Yuze was still uneasy, and there were a lot of speculations in his heart for a while.

At this time, he decided that he did not dare to go home," ...... Let's find a place to wait for news, and you can also call Fang Ci. ”

He even thought of calling the police.

The two of them opened a private room in a nightclub they frequented.

Song Yuze just took out his mobile phone again, and was really about to call the police, but Xiao Ling's mobile phone rang first, revealing that it was Chen Qiaoyue.

"Hey, Miss Xiao, where are you?"

"TOK, is Sister Qiaoyue going out to play too?"

"yes, wait, I'll go find you."

After a brief conversation, the other end hung up first.

"Xiao Ling, do you really have the heart to play?" Song Yuze was furious, "What if something happens to Ah Ci?" That's your idea. ”

"She's so big, what can happen?" Xiao Ling also caught fire, "You blame me at this time?" ”

The two quarreled.

-

Chen Qiaoyue quickly rushed to the TOK box.

He was followed by Lee Woo-hyun.

Xiao Ling raised his face and said in surprise, "Huh? It's not—"

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by Chen Qiaoyue, "Xiao Ling, are you cheap?" Fang Ci is my sister, are you her? ”

Song Yuze, who was on the side, saw Li Youxian coming in, and before he had time to get angry, he was first frightened by Chen Qiaoyue's posture, and was watching in a daze, coldly guarding against his collar being grabbed by someone, and the whole person was carried by Li Youxian and dragged in the direction of the bathroom that came with the box.

Li Youxian is gentle and elegant, and he is also gentle and efficient.

He had practiced, and Song Yuze, who embroidered his fists, had no power to fight back, so he could only scold angrily, "What the are you?" Why hit me? ”

Li Youxian grabbed him by the collar and said very calmly, "Didn't you hear it just now? Fang Ci is a good friend of Miss Chen, Wen Shao is a friend of Miss Chen, and I am Wen Shao pointing out to Miss Chen today to help her teach you a lesson. ”

Song Yuze was a little confused by this relationship between the characters.

"Song Yuze, wait for Fang Ci to contact you."

Li Youxian put down this sentence, turned around and left the bathroom, and in the box outside, Chen Qiaoyue was still mouthing a cannon.

"Xiao Ling, I've already called your dad, and he'll pick you up right away." She hugged her arms and snorted coldly, "It's not ten days and half a month, I don't think you want to go out and have a good time, reflect on you at home." ”

-

Old villa.

Wen Zhiyan tried his best to control his consciousness, and whispered in Fang Ci's ear, "I have to take a shower first." ”

“…… Then you...... Wash quickly. ”

Her voice was so low that it was barely audible.

Wen Zhiyan couldn't help laughing, "Don't be distracted and think about anything else, wait for me intently." ”

He took a quick shower, washed himself up, and then walked out with a towel around his lower body.

Fang Ci, who had always been so active and impulsive before, was a little inexplicably embarrassed at this time, pulling the quilt to the bridge of his nose, revealing only a pair of eyes.

She could almost be called cautious, watching him approach step by step, the thin and smooth muscles of the upper body showing a tight breathing texture in the soft light of the bedside lamp.

Wen Zhiyan lifted the quilt and put it back on.

A well-textured arm reached out from the quilt and brought out the gray bath towel.

With a faint rustling sound, the bath towel fell on the carpet like a watch.

The body temperature was completely ironed, and the feeling of being completely held under him by the tall man made Fang Ci's whole body numb and tense.

I didn't dare to move at all.

Wen Zhiyan took her hand, pressed it on the pillow, interlocked his fingers, and slowly rubbed her hand with his fingertips, "...... Nervous? ”

“…… A little bit. Fang Ci whispered.

At this time, even if the fingers touch, cold white repair. The long joints of the bones seem to slide like nothing. Rubbing, it also makes people dizzy, and the breathing is completely out of rhythm.

There is no longer any need for preparation, the atmosphere is at its extreme.

Both frowned at the same time.

Fang Ci whimpered lowly, much like the voice he would make when he was wronged.

She said, it hurts so much to smell the feast.