Tired Bird Knows Return

The windows were covered with rain, and the windshield wipers were almost useless. The taxi driver drove for a while on the Huandao Road, and then he was struggling. No one answered the phone. Chen Yanqing edited the text message and sent it without looking up, "Master, can you drive again?" Hurry up?"

The master leaned forward, looking for something, and the car stopped immediately.

"Master, don't stop, I have to pick someone up!"

"It's not that I won't leave, sir. There must be an accident ahead, so I can't leave."

It would be like a heavy hammer falling on the heart, Chen Yanqing raised his head sharply, in the blur, the big red fire truck was parked not far in front, the crowd was surging in the heavy rain, Chen Yanqing had no time to think, the people had already got off the car and headed forward went.

"Hey sir, your umbrella!"

The master's words were blocked, Chen Yanqing rushed over and grabbed a person in a fireman's uniform, "What happened? Tell me what happened!"

"Comrade, don't disturb the rescue order, hurry down the mountain."

After Chen Yanqing was pushed away by him, he saw the broken fence, and outside the fence, near the black reef about ten meters down, there was a minivan lying on its side. Rescuers were searching for rescue near the car.

"Hey, you're so scary," someone commented behind him, with a tone of fear, "Fortunately, he's fine."

"It's okay, it's broken, it's so miserable when you lift it up..."

Chen Yanqing listened, turned around and grabbed the tourist and asked, "Only the van went down, right?"

The man nodded, "The road down the mountain is slippery, and the car rushed down."

"That's good, that's good." Chen Yanqing muttered, causing the two of them to roll their eyes at him.

"Chen Yanqing!"

It was also at this time that someone called him out of nowhere, and he searched for people in a mess. Afterwards, an umbrella covered his head. Fu Cheng was soaked from head to toe, his hair was beaded into threads, and he stood in front of him like this. Chen Yanqing wiped the rain from his face, "What are you doing, it's been a few hours, it's time for Deng Tian to come down!"

Fucheng glanced at the scene of the accident over there, "I wanted to wait for the rain to lighten before leaving, but an accident happened on the mountainside, and the upper and lower levels were controlled."

"Don't answer the phone, don't reply to the text message, will your brain be pumped when it rains!"

"The phone is flooded, can you believe it..." The rain was so loud that Fucheng's voice also increased, and then he took out a bag from his arms and carried it to Chen Yanqing's eyes, "Sweet soup, the boss said it's called Little daughter-in-law sweet soup, the name is very good, no matter what, I have to let you eat it."

Snapped!

Furious, Chen Yanqing threw the soup out with a wave of his hand. The soup dripped to the ground and was washed away by the rain within a few seconds.

For some reason, Chen Yanqing could hear his own heartbeat and breathing even though all the commotion was around him. He felt angry, absurd, and wanted to yell and even beat up the person in front of him, but what did he say? Didn't do either, just stepped out of his umbrella and walked all the way back.

Fucheng called him from behind, but he didn't hear it. After that, he only felt a sharp pain in his arm, and his body was thrown against a car door, and then he was pushed into the car again. When the door closed, he heard Fucheng Cheng reported the address to the driver in a very sullen voice.

The car drove back to the hotel, and after getting off the car, the driver stopped Fu Cheng, "This is that gentleman's umbrella."

Passing by Duan Xiaoming and Zhuang Yan, passing by Yuan Ye, Chen Yanqing didn't say a word, and the same thing happened after Fucheng followed, the umbrella was thrown at the door, and the door was closed vigorously in front of the three of them.

When Duan Xiaoming went to pick up the umbrella, there was the sound of something being thrown in the room.

In this atmosphere, Yuan Ye heard the commotion and walked to the door in fear, "No, no one will die, right?"

Duan Xiaoming pushed the person away, "I can't die, you go back to your room and stay, we're going back to the hotel."

In the room, Chen Yanqing huddled in the corner like a wild cat with furred fur, and Fu Cheng stood a few steps away from him, "I didn't lose my temper with you, it's just that you didn't listen to me just now, that's why I did that,"

"What about you, you threw me into the car like a terrorist, didn't you!"

"Chen Yanqing, what matters now is not how I got you into the car, okay?"

"What's the important thing! You can't pretend to be so pleasing to the eye, can you?"

"No, I just don't want you to get wet again, you,"

"Don't come here!" Chen Yanqing shouted, "You beat me, throw me, you thug, get away!"

Fu Cheng didn't move at all, it was probably because of his heart, ignoring his vigilance, he rushed over and pinned him against the wall, "I can't listen to you, you lose your temper, right? I can't cure you, right?" !"

While talking, he stripped off his wet clothes. Chen Yanqing wanted to hide, but he caught him again, and was finally thrown onto the bed without any power to fight back.

Chen Yanqing's anger didn't go down at all, he tried punching and kicking, but it didn't work anymore, Fucheng stripped him clean, and when he fled, he grabbed the man's ankle and dragged him back under him.

"Do you want to catch a cold, as you wish."

Being pressed on the bed to kiss him, Chen Yanqing couldn't move, so he opened his mouth and bit his tongue, and was let go by Fu Cheng in pain. Before he could speak, Fu Cheng kissed him again, but he didn't give in at all. He meant, but bit his lips even harder.

Such pain brought out Chen Yanqing's tears, it was so painful, until the end, he whimpered and cried, scolding him for being sick, for being violent, for being filled with mercury in his head.

Fucheng accepted all the orders, and licked away the blood on his mouth with the tip of his tongue, "I lose my temper once, and I will fuck you once."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes, to scare you," Fu Cheng brushed away the wet hair on his forehead, "I'm not Duan Xiaoming, why should I spoil you?"

Chen Yanqing lost her anger all of a sudden, and now she was wronged, and the wrongedness couldn't be further increased, "Why don't you spoil me..."

Fucheng's "Why do you say" was buried in the kiss, a long overdue kiss without blood and rain.

……

After the impact, Fucheng stopped slowly, met the confused Chen Yanqing, and asked pantingly, "Do you want more?"

Chen Yanqing nodded, shook his head again, and was carried back to the bed because he couldn't stand firmly.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Fu Cheng came out of the room, left for a while, and came back with a small bag.

He just stopped at the door, and Yuan Ye crossed his arms in front of him like a gatekeeper.

"What's wrong?" Fu Cheng asked.

Yuan Ye pouted, "Snack, I'll go buy it."

"Well, buy him a bowl of porridge." After finishing speaking, she passed by him and went inside.

Yuan Ye forgot what he was going to say, watched him open the door and went in, and shouted, "AA, I don't have any money."