one night love

The strange little thing brought him a surprise the next day—and a little fright.

"What are you doing?" Lin Zifeng looked at Fang Yue who was dressed in a motorcycle outfit, "Pretending to be aggressive?"

"It's been a long time since I rode a bike." Fang Yue held two helmets, "Let's go, little white rabbit, I'll take you to ride one."

Lin Zifeng didn't know why he got so hot-headed that he got into Fang Yue's back seat.

When even the sound of the wind could not be heard clearly, only the humming sound remained in the brain.

He hugged Fang Yue tightly, leaning against his shoulder blades, not daring to fully open his eyes.

Chasing and overtaking, they shuttled non-stop on the elevated road, and cars were left behind by them.

Lin Zifeng's heart was beating violently, and his adrenal glands burst out instantly, like thick acid juice flowing through his limbs, he could even clearly feel his own pulse beating.

He was trembling all over, he wanted to shout, to vent.

And in the next second, he really closed his eyes and roared loudly.

"Fang Yue! Don't—! Fucking—!"

Fang Yue got off the elevated road and parked the car on the side of the provincial road, took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebar of the motorcycle: "Have you enjoyed it?"

Lin Zifeng squatted on the side of the road panting non-stop, wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, pressed his chest and cursed intermittently: "Fang Yue...you...uncle...fuck..."

"Look at you, before getting into the car, I asked you if it was okay, but you insisted..." Fang Yue pulled him up, and gave him a bottle of water, "Rinse your mouth, and take a few deep breaths."

Lin Zifeng didn't want to make things difficult for him, so he did it honestly, which made him feel much more comfortable.

"I can't see that you're quite wild." He wiped his sweat-covered forehead on Fang Yue's clothes, "Then what are the three rings and twelve young masters?"

"...You've watched too many movies." Fang Yue helped him straighten his bangs. "When I was young, I loved riding. I thought I was awesome, so I drove Chengcheng out for a run when I had nothing to do. At that time, I thought the car was not good, so I speeded up." No, I saved up half a year of money to buy this after work," he said, letting go of Lin Zifeng, and pulled out two dried fluffy grasses from the ground to play with, "In the end, I still care about it."

"Just the girl who came to see you at the hospital?"

"Yes, she belongs to Xinfeng Real Estate. I wanted to do Jinxiu's list at the beginning because I wanted to find a suitable reason to meet her."

"First love girlfriend?"

"Not really, but it is indeed the most affectionate part."

Lin Zifeng nodded.

"I thought something would happen to her, to continue the relationship," Fang Yue smiled, "but when I saw her, I realized that what I lost was not what I imagined, nor what I wanted. It's..."

He tied the two pieces of fluffy grass in his hand into a knot, made a yellow rabbit ear, and handed it to Lin Zifeng: "So I want to cherish the present, the you in front of me even more."

Damn, it's too foul, almost got down on one knee...

Lin Zifeng looked at the crappy furry rabbit ears, his ears were burning red.

"I didn't think about what you said before, blame me..." Fang Yue held up the thing, with an unprecedented solemn expression, "Every problem is difficult to solve, but Lin Zifeng, I am willing to accompany you to the interview Yes. Maybe there are some difficulties that can’t be solved perfectly until death, but isn’t life like this? There will always be regrets. If you give up because you are afraid of regrets, isn’t it too easy to miss the good things in life?”

On the way Fang Yue drove him back, she drove very slowly and steadily, probably because she was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable again.

Lin Zifeng squeezed the fluffy grass rabbit tightly, like a baby, for fear that it would be blown off accidentally.

If Fang Yue had promised him swearingly at that time, he would have refused without hesitation.But the little rascal didn’t, he didn’t describe the future in a hype, and he didn’t give him a promise to promise him the future. He just expressed his determination to face it with him with a firm tone and a sincere attitude.

Can you trust him?

Do you want to stay with me for a few days?

Fang Yue parked his car in the garage and was about to get into the elevator when Lin Zifeng asked in a low voice not far behind him.

It's what I wished for, Fang Yue turned her head and smiled at him.

Laughing so dizzy.

Hey, I have to work hard to take more orders in the future, change to a bigger house in a few years, and buy a double bathtub... Hehehe...

Fang Yue soaked in the big bathtub of Lin Zifeng's house and imagined all kinds of bathroom PLAY.

"Are you addicted to soaking?" Lin Zifeng pushed open the door, holding a bathrobe in his hand and putting it on the towel rack beside the bathtub, "It will be more comfortable to wear later."

Fang Yue stared at the beige bathrobe for a while: "By the way, the one you took away is still in my house, and I forgot to return it to you."

"You still keep it?" Lin Zifeng's eyes flashed with annoyance, "Now that I think about it, I really misunderstood you. You probably really felt disgusted at that time, right?"

"Stop, stop, please, ancestor, don't fucking think about it," Fang Yue shook the water droplets from her hair, and pointed to her bottom, "Don't worry about me then, just worry about me now."

Lin Zifeng glanced along his hand, it seemed that the little rascal was in good spirits.

He couldn't help laughing out loud, and yelled at Fang Yue's head: "Okay, get up."

Fang Yue stood up, opened the mirror cabinet, and was about to find a razor to shave, but when he opened it, he saw two sets of dental kits.

Lin Zifeng also saw it.

Kind of embarrassing.

"Uh..." Fang Yue pointed at that thing, thinking that it couldn't be for me, could it?And it looks like it has been used many times, and the brush head is about to burst.

Lin Zifeng's face turned blue and white, pushed Fang Yue away, grabbed the toothbrush cup and threw the cup and toothbrush into the wastebasket next to it.

Still puzzled, he tore open a large garbage bag, and swept in Guan Sheng's razor, facial cleanser, toner, etc., and finally wanted to roll up the brown towel throw away.

There were so many things that he couldn't fit them in. He wrestled heavily with the garbage bag for a long time, tore a big hole in the bag, and all the things in it rolled to the ground again, and he was about to lose his temper on the spot.

"Okay, okay," Fang Yue held him back, "Don't do this, it's okay."

Lin Zifeng sat down on the edge of the bathtub, looking at the rotten garbage bag in his hand: "I'm really an idiot."

"It was true in the past," Fang Yue pinched his chin and turned to herself, "Don't be stupid again in the future."

The tone is tough like a domineering president, but it's not annoying.

"Guan Sheng sent me a message yesterday to apologize," he pressed his forehead against Fang Yue's lower abdomen, "He said he wanted to see me after the New Year."

"Do you want to see him?"

Lin Zifeng was silent for a long time, and hummed.

"Then go," Fang Yue rubbed the back of his head, "you have to face it."