Jiang Fu woke up drowsily, and was stunned by the bright light and closed his eyes tightly. When he regained his composure, someone eagerly touched his face.
Jiang Fu opened his eyes, and what he saw was Du Qi who was fascinated.
Compared with the gentle and elegant appearance at that time, Du Qi in front of him has become much more downcast, even his clothes are frayed with frayed edges, he has lost his usual pickiness, and the hypocrisy in his eyebrows has completely turned into gloom malicious.
Seeing Jiang Fu waking up, he couldn't help but smile triumphantly.
"You still fell into my hands, Second Master."
Jiang Fu glanced at the room, this is no longer Mrs. Yulan's place, the closed room looks shabby and simple, presumably this is the situation where Du Qi is desperate now.
And when his gaze accidentally passed over his clothes, he was startled.
Du Qi, who was staring closely at his expression, seemed to have been waiting to see his reaction for a long time. His excited voice overflowed with strong malice, and the fascination on his face was wrapped in disgusting greed.
His breathing suddenly became heavy, as if he could no longer bear too much stimulation, but this imaginative scene made his heart beat almost out of his chest.
Jiang Fu lowered his eyes without saying a word, his thick eyelashes cast a light shadow under his greasy eyelids, his lips were deliberately painted a layer of pomegranate red, without the dusty look of those dancing girls, but Even more thrilling than their beauty.
He pursed his lips tightly, revealing a bit of helplessness.
The peacock green cheongsam fits close to his body and outlines his flexible waist and slender figure. The stitches are fine and the texture is fine.
A quiet person is like a beautiful siren sitting alone on a rock in the endless deep sea. With her blue eyes, she casts a careless glance, which can attract countless sailors to jump into the water and spend all their lives to swim to her. In the past, just to touch that little bit of unfinished afterglow.
It is also like the dense seaweed that is entangled, making people give up the idea of breaking free for life only after touching the frightening ghost.
When Du Qi saw Jiang Fu for the first time, he fell deeply in it.
The second master with such a high status and great power turned out to be an exquisite and beautiful young man. Du Qi had taken care of many rabbit masters, but he had never met such a person who immediately gave him a strong desire to conquer.
It makes people want to make such a beautiful person cry hard, and then crush them hard.
Du Qi worked hard for this for four full years. His foundation in Beicheng was too weak, so he united with other ambitious upstarts to seize the power of Beicheng inch by inch, until Jiang Fu was forced to have no way out.
He originally wanted to show up to save Jiang Fu when he was desperate and helpless. He even secretly guessed countless times that Jiang Fu would be grateful to him at that time, or he was unwilling to commit himself to himself in order to survive.
It's just that he never expected that a Yuan Chen would suddenly appear and grab Jiang Fu abruptly.
And Jiang Fu seemed to be willing.
Old grudges and new grudges welled up in his heart, burning Du Qi threw all his rationality behind him, he firmly grasped Jiang Fuxiu's long white and greasy thighs, tore the black lace stockings bit by bit, his gloomy eyes revealed Unscrupulous ferocity.
"Second Master, please beg me, I will be gentle with you."
The design of the exquisite cheongsam slit from a height made Jiang Fu shrink his feet slightly. He met Du Qi's persuasive gaze and suddenly asked.
"Where is the Zhou family?"
Du Qi didn't expect that Jiang Fu would ask him irrelevant questions under such restraint.
All the thoughts disappeared in an instant, he replied subconsciously.
"The Zhou family is not in Beicheng, they are in the sea to the south..."
Suddenly realizing that he had been tricked, Du Qi's face changed suddenly. He grabbed Jiang Fu's neckline sullenly and said with a sneer.
"Second Master is really worried, and he still has the heart to help Zhou Zhi."
Jiang Fu raised his eyelids to look at him, and said sharply immediately.
"You know about his family."
Du Qi was vigilant and didn't answer any more. His strength was too rough. Two buttons on the lapel of Jiang Fu's cheongsam fell off, releasing a small piece of dazzling white.
It's just that the whiteness has been stained.
Du Qi's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was suddenly stimulated, he got up suddenly and went to the table beside him to get the water glass he had prepared earlier, walked over quickly, squeezed Jiang Fu's chin, and poured it into his mouth.
Caught off guard, the water he inhaled was weirdly sweet, and Jiang Fu was alert, struggling to turn his head to avoid it.
But Du Qi forced him to drink the whole glass of water like he was going crazy. Jiang Fu was so choked that he lay on his side on the bed and coughed continuously.
Du Qi slammed the water glass on the ground with all his strength, and the crisp sound of shattering overlapped with Jiang Fu's fragile coughing sound, creating an inexplicable and strange pleasure.
Jiang Fu was choked up with physiological tears, and Du Qi pinched his chin with bluish-red marks, like exquisite and expensive jade-white porcelain being splashed with inexhaustible ink.
Du Qi tugged at his hair, and his ruthless voice overflowed with extreme joy.
"Second Master, you are here to enjoy yourself, do you think you will ask me to touch you after I come back?"
Jiang Fu's brows were slightly frowned, as if he was enduring some kind of trembling severe pain.
He looked at Du Qi coldly, and squeezed out a word between his teeth.
"roll."
Maybe it was because he was sure that Jiang Fu had become a plaything to be slaughtered, but Du Qi didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and hurriedly left the room after saying a few harsh words.
In the silent room, the heartbeat was so fast that it almost pierced the thin eardrum.
Jiang Fu closed his eyes tightly, his thick eyelashes were soaked by the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, like a little butterfly whose wings were wet in a storm.
He arched his body and curled up tightly, his thin white fingers were convulsed and grasped the crumpled cheongsam tightly, his face was wet with hot sweat, he looked like he was crying.
The faint peacock green accentuated his graceful posture, his flexible back gradually drenched, the rising heat silently suffocated in the cramped room, and even the air softened after panting.
The time of torment was as long and hopeless as butter. Jiang Fu's whole body was numb. He opened his mouth and bit his arm. The hot air between his nostrils was like boiling magma, making his hands and feet numb.
It took a long time before he heard the familiar voice coming from beside him slowly.
Low and hasty.
"Orange orange, orange orange."
Yuan Chen's brows were tightly frowned, his face was gloomy and terrifying.
His hands passed through Jiang Fu's neck and knees, and he bent over and hugged the delirious man horizontally.
Jiang Fu's head was powerlessly pressed against his chest, and his trembling hands slowly grasped his buttons vigorously, the sound he made was thin and soft, trembling out of shape.
"Don't, don't go out."
Yuan Chen looked down into his moist eyes that would shatter if touched lightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he asked in a low voice.
"I'll take you back to the mansion now, is it too late?"
Jiang Fu blinked slowly, and wet tears flowed down the corners of his eyes into his black temples.
He seemed to bury his head in Yuan Chen's arms in embarrassment, but his white knuckles were still holding the button on Yuan Chen's chest tightly like a life-saving straw. Critters pushed to the edge of a cliff.
Helpless and pitiful.
"... That's too late."
After the subordinates brought by Yuan Chen dealt with the defeated group of Du Qi and other upstarts, they stood at the gate and waited silently for Yuan Chen to come out.
About two hours later, the door with peeling paint was finally opened, Yuan Chen with a condensed expression came out holding the man wrapped in a cotton blanket, and walked straight towards the black car parked outside.
After opening the door of the back seat, Yuan Chen carefully protected the people in the cotton blanket and sat in together.
The subordinates who followed closely behind didn't dare to look more, but their lowered eyes still accidentally glimpsed the moment they got into the back seat, a torn peacock green corner exposed from under the cotton blanket, and a shiny white greasy feet.
Every inch of the bone is carved just right, the arched back of the foot is bent into a beautiful arc, dark blue blood vessels are exposed under the thin layer of skin, the toes are round and cute, curled up unconsciously, as if in a His heart was scratched hard.
And the deep hickey on it made people suppress the absurd thoughts in their hearts immediately after just a glance.
Master Yuan's people can't move.
When he returned to the mansion, Wen Xi was on the phone in the living room, and when he saw Yuan Chen walking in with a cotton blanket in his arms, he asked strangely.
"Why did you come back with a quilt in your arms?"
After Yuan Chen got closer, he saw the floppy black head protruding from the blanket, and smelled the strong smell from the quilt, his expression changed suddenly.
Yuan Chen stared at him expressionlessly, his deep eyes were full of shuddering coldness.
"Du Qi will give it to you first. He has something Zhou Zhi wants to know. After asking, return him to me."
Wen Xi was stunned by his terrifying face, and nodded subconsciously after listening to his orders.
After Yuan Chen disappeared at the corner of the second floor, he reacted belatedly, and his face suddenly became ugly, a little embarrassed.
He slammed the microphone aside, and let the subordinates over there still tremblingly report on matters in the south. After striding up the stairs impatiently, he paused hesitantly, frowned and thought for a while, then turned around and walked towards his bedroom.
Zhou Zhi was lying on the bed in his bedroom and reading the newspaper. When he heard him coming back, he turned his head and showed a sweet smile.
"Aren't you going out? Why are you back?"
Wen Xi didn't have a tactful temperament, he stared at Zhou Zhi's innocent expression, and asked suspiciously.
"Who is Du Qi?"
Zhou Zhi's face turned pale.
After cleaning the person carefully from the inside to the outside, Yuan Chen hugged Jiang Fu and lay on the soft bed.
He patted Jiang Fu's wet hair and asked gently.
"Is there anything else uncomfortable?"
Jiang Fu's face was flushed, and he was more awake than before, but he showed a little sleepiness and exhaustion.
"It's just so tiring."
He muttered softly, blinking his eyes slowly as if he would fall asleep in the next second.
"Don't sleep, wait until I dry your hair."
Yuan Chen rested his head on his arm, and gently wiped his dripping hair with a dry towel with the other hand.
Jiang Fu rested on his arm, his sleepy voice was listless, but he still held on and waited for him.
His sleepy effort to open his eyes was ignorant and cute, Yuan Chen's face softened a lot, and he took the initiative to start a conversation.
"It's almost autumn, and autumn and winter in Beicheng are very cold, do you want to go to the south to have a look?"
Jiang Fu's attention followed him, he nodded after thinking for a while, and asked curiously.
"Is it warm in the south?"
"Well, the south is very different from the north city. Let's go with Wen Xi after a while, so we can just attend his and Zhou Zhi's wedding."
Jiang Fu's eyes lit up, like a child who was extremely looking forward to being taken out to play by his parents, he eagerly hooked Yuan Chen's fingers and scratched them softly.
"But what about Beicheng?"
Yuan Chen smiled and replied gently.
"Don't worry, I will take care of everything before I leave. My confidants are very capable, so it's no problem to let them take care of it."
Jiang Fu has lived in Beicheng since he was a child. Because of his responsibility to protect Beicheng, he has never been to other places.
Now that he finally had the opportunity to have fun, he was very happy, and kept asking Yuan Chen what the south was like.
Jiang Fu had just taken a bath, and his whole body smelled clean and charming, and the quilt he was wrapped in would slide down a little bit, revealing his mottled white and greasy skin, with an unconscious temptation.
Yuan Chen was dazzled by the shaking, he pressed Jiang Fu's shoulder with more force, and threatened in a deep voice.
"Don't move around, do you still want to sleep tonight?"
Jiang Fu had been teased by him for too long before, upon hearing this, he immediately obediently dared not move. He revealed a pair of dark eyes, looked at Yuan Chen who was concentrating on brushing his hair, and suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Do you like cheongsam very much?"
Yuan Chen paused.
"Why did you ask so?"
Jiang Fu still stared at him intently, his face was a little red, but his laughter was full of sly complacency.
"When you teased me just now, it was much more intense than before, I can feel it."
Yuan Chen also smiled, he put the slightly moist towel aside, reached out to brush Fu Jiangfu's hair, and then lay down too.
The eyes looking straight at him were deep and dark, full of affection that was about to overflow.
"Because it's you, it's so pretty."
Jiang Fu leaned over and kissed his lips, then said in a low voice.
"Then I will secretly wear it for you to see in the future, okay? I will wear whatever color you like."
Yuan Chen pressed him tighter, and the throbbing heartbeat seemed to melt into one body through the thin skin.
He kissed Jiang Fuguangjie's forehead and said gently.
"Well, just wear it for me to see."
The tired sleepiness flooded up like a gentle tide, Jiang Fu rubbed his eyes, and his muttering became soft.
"Okay, I only wear it for you to see....No one else... can..."
Watching his face gradually fall into a peaceful sleep, Yuan Chen clasped his hand and interlocked his fingers, emphasizing in a low voice earnestly.
"No one else can see it, Orange Orange belongs to me alone."
After finishing speaking, he couldn't help showing a satisfied smile, and closed his eyes against Jiang Fu's forehead.
After Wen Xi asked about the Zhou family from Du Qi, he returned the dying Du Qi to Yuan Chen.
Many rich kids in the North City like to raise a Rabbit Master for fun. Yuan Chen sent someone to give Du Qi to his partner. tough bones.
He readily accepted Yuan Chen's gift and promised not to make Du Qi happy.
As for the other upstarts who tried to unite with Du Qi to bring down Jiang Fu, Yuan Chen was merciless this time and used some bloody means to clean them up.
As for Mrs. Yulan and Yue Lu who were lucky enough to save their lives, they were silently and permanently expelled from Beicheng.
Jiang Fu didn't know what was going on between Wen Xi and Zhou Zhi, but when he saw Zhou Zhi again after a few days, the secret worry between his eyebrows had dissipated a lot, and there was no haze in the innocence of his smile.
And when he talked to Wen Xi, he cared a little more than he had noticed.
Occasionally, when I caught a glimpse of Wen Xi on the phone, although Zhou Zhi was sitting at the gate of the courtyard and teasing the flowers and plants, his ears were tight, and he listened to Wen Xi's speech seriously.
Wen Xi naturally didn't notice it, but Jiang Fu who came down from the second floor could see it clearly.
After Wen Xi finished making the phone call, he walked towards Zhou Zhi to talk to him. Zhou Zhi's tone was absent-minded, but his eyes were bright like a shy puppy.
Jiang Fu, who was halfway down the stairs, thought for a while, then went upstairs quietly, leaving space for the two of them to be alone.
After everything was settled, the weather gradually turned cooler in autumn, and the four of them returned to the south together.
The climate in the south is warm like spring, the landscape is elegant, and the mountains and rivers are quiet, which is completely different from the northern city.
Yuan Chen had no place to live in the south, so he and Jiang Fu lived in Wen Xi's villa.
On weekdays, the two of them went out and wandered around, visiting all the fun places in the south. When winter came, Wen Xi and Zhou Zhi returned to the North City, because Zhou Zhi had never seen snow since he was a child, and wanted to take a look. Snow in Beicheng.
So Wen Xi's affairs in the south were temporarily handed over to Yuan Chen, and Jiang Fu followed him every step of the way.
When spring came, Yuan Chen and Jiang Fu returned to Beicheng. Wen Mansion had been renamed as Yuan Mansion. Jiang Fu knew that his dull thoughts were causing trouble, so he smiled and said nothing.
Every winter, they will visit each other with Wen Xi, and have a reunion dinner together during the Spring Festival every year.
After Wen Xi saw the brand-new plaque, he snorted angrily, and walked in holding Zhou Zhi's hand.
This is already the home of Yuan Chen and Jiang Fu, and his home is in the south.
Soon, Yuanchen held a huge wedding in Beicheng, inviting all the people in Beicheng.
That day, many big shots also came to support him, and the person who took Du Qi back also brought him here. Du Qi looked docile, followed him with his head down and didn't say a word, and he didn't dare to look at Jiang Fu from the beginning to the end.
And in the evening when he was leaving, when Jiang Fu got into the black car and was about to go back to Yuan Mansion with Yuan Chen, he caught a glimpse of a small rouge box beside the flower bed at the door, and the lid of the box was only covered with ten samples of brocade. The woman's back was rubbed into a glowing white, left there alone.
Yuan Chen, who was leaning against the car door, asked him what was wrong suspiciously.
Jiang Fu withdrew his gaze, kissed his face openly, and then said with a smile.
"Nothing, let's go home."
The black car drove steadily towards Yuan Mansion, and soon disappeared into the bustling street.