Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

The mountains in Sichuan City were foggy and visibility was low. After Rong Yan and the others checked in, they wanted to look at the distant scenery on the balcony, but found that they couldn't see anything ten meters away.

The two people's mobile phones kept hearing notification sounds. Rong Yan knew even without looking at it that the truth about the incident of selling fake goods in Fu's live broadcast room was revealed. Presumably all the news backstage at this moment was about this matter.

Fu Jingsheng hugged Rong Yan from behind: "Even if the truth comes out, the live broadcast room will not be opened again. I want to focus more on my family."

Rong Yan put her palm on her husband's arm and raised her head slightly: "Me too, the big tree attracts the wind. Fu Jingsheng, let's not discuss work anymore. These days, my mind is all about how to survive the crisis. Just relax."

The man's eyebrows arched: "How to relax?"

He put his hand on Rong Yan's waist and touched it: "Is that so?"

"Or?" The man bent his knees and held his gun against Rong Yan.

The woman took a breath and chatted happily. How could she feel something so quickly?

She moved forward and separated herself from Fu Jingsheng: "Hold on until the afternoon."

Fu Jingsheng leaned forward; "I can't hold on, wife."

Rong Yan couldn't refuse Fu Jingsheng who was in heat at all, and the two hugged each other on the balcony.

"There is a mountain spring in this yard, why don't you take a bath?" Fu Jingsheng suddenly thought.

Rong Yan replied unconsciously: "You want to do bad things in the spring."

The man did not deny that the room they had booked was right by the mountain spring, and the courtyard was hidden so no one could see it.

The mountain spring water in summer is particularly cool. Rong Yan sat on a small stone with the spring water up to her ankles. Fu Jingsheng sat directly in the water.

A hand slid across the woman's back.

Rong Yan pretended to be calm, but her heart was already in turmoil. She was wondering where the spring water went, and whether it was drinking water. If so, wouldn't the two of them do something here without being struck by lightning?

Fu Jingsheng guessed his wife's thoughts. He stood up and looked down along the direction of the water flow. He found that the water only circulated in the yard. He talked to Rong Yan.

"This water will not flow down the mountain." The man picked up Rong Yan and sat on him.

The spring water was up to the waists of the two people sitting there. Unlike the rough sea water, the slowly flowing spring water was gentle and gentle, like scratching an itch on the body.

Rong Yan's clothes were wet and clinging to her body, and Fu Jingsheng... jumped up and down.

He wanted to go directly to the topic, but he was afraid that Rong Yan's feeling was not strong enough. The man raised the woman's hair and kissed her neck.

The tip of his tongue lightly touched the woman's white and tender skin, his teeth closed lightly from time to time, and his hand hooked the woman's chin. Rong Yan turned her back to Fu Jingsheng and lowered her head.

The mist in the distance was blown away by the wind, and she could vaguely see the outline of the mountain, and she seemed to be in a fairyland. The numbness of her senses matched the beauty of her vision. Even though half of her body was submerged underwater, the feeling of heat became more and more obvious.

Fu Jingsheng's tongue wandered to the woman's back, gnawing at her spine. His hand came down from the chin and stopped in front of Rong Yan, rubbing it repeatedly.

Ok……

Rong Yan's lips were slightly open, and squeaks escaped her lips. The man stretched his neck and blocked her mouth.

The moan was drowned in his throat.

Body fluids dripped from the corners of her lips, mixing with the pouring spring water and flowing in the yard.

Fu Jingsheng lifted the hem of the woman's skirt and couldn't tell for a moment whether the slippery feeling was caused by her own fluid or the spring water.

Images of the protagonists in martial arts novels walking around the rivers and lakes and having sex in springs appeared in Rong Yan's mind, and her ears were burning.

Fu Jingsheng's cheek touched the warmth of the woman's face and he joked: "Think about it?"

Who doesn’t like a woman who is noncommittal and wild?

She dug her nails into the man's thigh and twisted: "Fu Jingsheng, you are a gangster."

Fu Jingsheng smiled: "To call a man a rogue is to affirm his ability in that area. It means that you praise me and do something more rogue."

The man held her hips and leaned against the mountain.

The spring water was sprinkled on the head from top to bottom. Fu Jingsheng blocked it with his big hand, and several streams of water slowly slid down between his fingers.

He kissed her in the flowing spring water.

When the water flowed past her nose, Rong Yan felt like she was about to suffocate. She turned her head to the side: "Fu Jingsheng, let's go to the pool."

She doesn't like taking SM.

Fu Jingsheng picked up her back, returned to the pool again, turned the woman's body over, and the two sat in the center facing each other.

Mist enveloped the surroundings, and the two people were closely united in the mist.

The phone vibrated not far away.

An hour later, Fu Jingsheng cleaned up the scene, wrapped himself in a bath towel with Rong Yan, and sat on the gondola. Only then did he see several missed calls on the screen.

The entrance to Yushuiwan was blocked by reporters.

Fu Jingsheng called back.

Han Yue saw the call and answered it immediately: "Son, if you don't call me back, I'm going to call the police."

Fu Jingsheng pretended that something had just happened to prevaricate his mother, and then asked about the situation in Yushui Bay.

Han Yue stood in the yard and had a video connection with Fu Jingsheng, with the camera facing outside the yard.

Reporters stood in a row.

"Did you see it? I wanted to interview you, but I told you that you were not at home. They had to wait, and the security guards couldn't drive me away. I didn't call the police. I was in the middle of the storm and didn't dare to do anything. The whole family hid at home and didn't dare to go out." Han Yue sighed.

She knows these reporters. If you accidentally encounter them, they may fabricate some articles.

Everyone simply stayed in a stalemate. Anyway, they had food and drink in their own homes, but they stood outside, not believing that they could still stand until tomorrow.

"I'll take care of it. You guys stay here and don't go out." Fu Jingsheng was going to ask his friends from Tiancheng to go home.

"I knew I wouldn't be back today. I would have to pick up Xiaolei and the others later." Han Yue muttered.

"Call the teacher and pick up later."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jingsheng contacted He Wei and directly called the police to take the reporter away.

Rong Yan listened to the whole process. She still had no privacy after moving to the suburbs. Should she leave Tiancheng?

What happened to the security at Royal Water Bay? Or should I say that these reporters have great powers and always find a way to sneak in?

Rong Yan once again had the idea of ​​​​moving.

I originally planned to spend a day in Sichuan City, but I canceled it because a reporter came to visit.

The two checked out of the room, bought the nearest plane tickets and rushed to Tiancheng.

-

Lu Kai's office.

Liang Jia brought the medicine, but Lu Kai knocked over the glass and stabbed his hand with a piece of broken glass: "It was just one step away from Fu Jingsheng finding out about Hu Yu, and the truck driver even changed his story."

Liang Jia quickly brought the medical kit to disinfect and bandage the man.

He grabbed Liang Jia's neck with one hand: "Don't move."

"Sir, we still have a way." The woman said while coughing, "My friend said that Songshan Clinic will not be open for a short time. The patients' problems have not been solved, they are just being suppressed. Why don't we stop setting the fire? I I have the contact information of other accident patients.”

Lu Kai let go: "I'm sorry Jiajia, I'm emotionally unstable again."

Liang Jia held the man's hand and licked his wounds: "It doesn't matter."

He carried Liang Jia to the table and walked straight in: "Jia Jia, you are the only one I have."