Song Yuzhang

Chapter 1

The street was crowded with people, and there were endless calls. Sellers of sesame seed cakes sold from morning to night, and there were still a few left, shouting at the top of their voices, "Seeded cakes——sweet and salty sesame cakes——" disturbed the evening when the first rays of the sun appeared. It never gets dark in the morning.

Fu Mian crossed the street like a thief. He has been the eldest master for 18 years. He always walks with his head held high and his chest high. There are several servants behind him, a mighty team, but now he is tiptoeing. A lone thief.

A house thief.

Fu Mian was afraid that someone would follow him, and he had ghosts in his heart, so he walked very cautiously, with a scarf on his head, and moved his back against the wall in the spacious street.

Seeing him like this, people passing by him thought in their hearts where the thief came from, and they all kept their money bags to avoid him.

Fu Mian walked for a long time with his head buried, always thinking about fearing that someone would follow him, and even made a few detours, watching the wolves all the way, carrying a small thin box in his chest, and the heart in his chest would fall into the locked box middle.

Finally arrived at the inn, Fu Mian buried his head upstairs and walked up to the innermost room on the third floor. He pushed open the door, untied the scarf and threw it aside, let out his held breath, let out a big breath, and said leisurely. : "Bamboo Green?"

No one in the house answered him.

Fu Mian's face paled slightly, he was born with the appearance of a fair and beautiful son, his face turned pale at this time, and he felt quite pale.

"Bamboo green."

As he walked in, his legs felt weak.

Did Ye Zhuqing leave?He couldn't wait, and left him alone?

The more Fu Mian thought about it, the more frightened he became. He lifted the curtain of the back room, and when he saw the person half-sitting on the bed smoking, he was surprised, happy and angry, almost crying, "Ye Zhuqing! Why are you lying here!"

He pursed his lips with coquettish annoyance, and forced a little sparkle from his long curly eyelashes, as expected, he was about to cry.

The appearance of the young master who has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child can't stand a little grievance is very endearing. Normally, the servants in the family would all come up to coax people to make amends, but the young master's lover is unmoved. , with his long legs stretched out on the edge of the bed, with a cigarette in his mouth, he was playing with two jade-white mahjong pieces with his slender fingers, smiling slightly at Fu Mian, who was about to cry.

Fu Mian was angry, but when Ye Zhuqing smiled, the anger disappeared.

Three months ago, when Fu Mian saw Ye Zhuqing for the first time, he was startled. He never expected that there would be such an outstanding talent in the world. He has always been proud, boasting that he is both talented and beautiful. Pickyly find faults from that face.

He is used to being picky, and quickly picked out many faults, such as the bridge of the nose is too high, the eye sockets are too deep, the lips are too thin, and the cheeks seem to be narrower. Just as he was picking faults, Ye Zhuqing seemed to have discovered that he was peeping Looking at him, he smiled at the direction where he was hiding from afar.

That strong smile, piercing through forests and leaves, instantly made Fu Mian's soul go out of his body. Only then did he realize that the tall nose bridge, slightly sunken eye sockets, and thin lips complement each other so well on the slightly narrow and thin cheeks , all the imperfections will only make this face more attractive.

At this moment, that charming face was smiling at him.

The young master who was covered in thorns instantly turned into soft silk and fell beside him, coquettishly said: "You shouldn't say a word, I'm dying of anxiety."

"What's the rush?" Ye Zhuqing held a piece of "Yaoji" and a piece of "Red Middle", which rattled and rattled in his palms, and he smiled, "Afraid that I will leave you and leave alone?"

"Don't say—"

Fu Mian panicked, he couldn't even hear such words, so he rushed forward and hugged Ye Zhuqing tightly, "Let's agree, life and death are together, and no one will try to separate us."

He hugged him tightly, really scared.

Elope, what a terrible word, or elope with a man, even if Fu Mian killed himself three months ago, he couldn't believe that he would do such a shameless thing.

But he fell madly and hopelessly in love with Mr. Ye, a passing businessman.

Even though Ye Zhuqing had been avoiding him, he still brazenly went to the inn to confess his love to him, even willing to lay down under Ye Zhuqing's body in exchange for Ye Zhuqing's love.

Ye Zhuqing pulled out a hand, threw the mahjong, and hugged Fu Mian's shoulder instead.

He is slightly taller than Fu Mian, and he has been doing business all year round, and he has a chic and suave attitude, unlike Fu Mian, a rich and precious young master, who is full of makeup.

Fu Mian raised his face, his eyes full of hints.

Ye Zhuqing stared at him with a half-smile, as if she had read his mind, but deliberately ignored him.

Fu Mian was angry and in love, took the cigarette out of his mouth, raised his head and kissed Ye Zhuqing's mouth, and muttered: "You are necrotic."

"Sudden death for a while, necrosis for a while," Ye Zhuqing said with a faint smile, "How can it be so easy to die?"

"Hmph, you are just bad, you just want to make me anxious."

Ye Zhuqing restrained her smile, "Seeing that you are worried about me, I am really happy in my heart."

His face is seductive when he smiles, and charming when he is not smiling. Fu Mian is really worth dying for him, and he couldn't help pecking Ye Zhuqing's lips, "Zhuqing..."

Ye Zhuqing let him kiss and lick his mouth like a young bird begging for food. After a while, he pulled Fu Mian away indifferently and mercilessly, and shook his head lightly, "It's not the time, A Mian."

Fu Mian thought in his heart that he was really cheap, and he was rushing to send it to the door, so he didn't want it, but he said very sensible on the surface: "I know, when we get to Yecheng, we will get married first."

Ye Zhuqing rubbed his hair, sighed: "A Mian, you love me so much, I must cherish you."

Fu Mian heard these words a lot, and gradually changed from sweetness to resentment.

He really wanted to say that if I don't want you to cherish me, then I want you to abuse me?

He couldn't speak.

Ye Zhuqing is a handsome gentleman, and it is not easy to take him away. He also said that he would marry him and let him be his legitimate wife. Fu Mian was worried that his family would disagree, but Ye Zhuqing said that there was no one in his family except himself. Be his master.

That indomitable masculinity made Fu Mian fascinated by him.

Ye Zhuqing loves him and cherishes him.

As time goes by, he will have plenty of time for Ye Zhuqing to "trample" him.

Fu Mian sniggered in Ye Zhuqing's arms, he laughed for a while before thinking about the business, and carefully took out the locked box from his arms, "Zhuqing, I brought our future out."

Ye Zhuqing glanced at the wooden box, frowning slightly, "What is this?"

"You don't need to worry about it," Fu Mian arched in his arms, "Anyway, with it, we won't be afraid wherever we go."

"You stole money from home?"

"certainly not!"

Gold and silver dollars are too heavy and inconvenient, and U.S. bills are not easy to get around now. Even if you bring them, how much can you bring?Naturally, bring something that can make money.

He is the young master of the Fu family, how could he just elope with Ye Zhuqing for nothing, then wouldn't he really have to rely on Ye Zhuqing to support him from now on?

He doesn't do it.

He wanted Ye Zhuqing not only to love him, but also to respect him.

"I brought out the prescription from home," Fu Mian still couldn't hold back, and told his lover about his feat, "With this exclusive secret recipe, when I open a shop in Yecheng, I will definitely be able to Do something great."

Ye Zhuqing frowned, and said sternly: "No, Ah Mian, this prescription is priceless, not to mention this is your family's exclusive secret recipe, if you rely on this prescription to open a store, how can you be worthy of your father?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Fu Mian raised his eyebrows, and his bright and flowery face was full of arrogance, "Yecheng is thousands of miles away, so it won't affect here."

"This is not good, A Mian, I can afford you."

"I don't want you to support me."

Fu Mian pouted, "I'm not a woman."

Ye Zhuqing smiled, and said softly: "It has nothing to do with whether you are male or female."

"I don't care," Fu Mian held the box in his hands, raised his head and said firmly, "Don't treat me like a housewife, and I won't be a little boy who relies entirely on you."

Ye Zhuqing pinched his face, and kissed his lips lightly, "Don't worry, I know you are a good man with ambition."

"It's good if you know..." Fu Mian twitched, thinking that he has such ambition, but he always thinks about when Ye Zhuqing will come and "trample" him, and fantasizes every day. Such ambition is really cheap .

The two had already bought the midnight ferry ticket, so they recharged their energy in the inn first, Ye Zhuqing came forward and ordered a table of good wine and food, Fu Mian was nervous and couldn't eat, but Ye Zhuqing ate leisurely, as if he had an appetite Excellent, but was complained by Fu Mian for being "heartless".

Ye Zhuqing said with a smile: "We are going to start a new life soon, I am happy in my heart, naturally I have an appetite."

Fu Mian still couldn't feel happy, his heart was pounding, he always felt like something bad was about to happen, he just kept drinking, his alcohol capacity was average, and today's wine seemed to be particularly strong, he drank a few glasses and wanted to stand up, but felt that he With his heels feeling weak, he stretched out his hand and said, "Zhuqing, I'm dizzy..."

The arm was pulled, and Fu Mian fell on his strong and elastic chest. He smelled the fresh and elegant smell of Ye Zhuqing, and was a little fascinated for a while, but he said the truth that he would not dare to say normally, "Zhuqing, I beg you to practice and practice me..."

Ye Zhuqing seemed to be smiling.

Fu Mian listened to him answering in his ear, as if answering him, and then he was picked up in the air, feeling like he was falling into the clouds.

Ye Zhuqing put him on the bed, and gently watched Fu Mian, who was flushed and passed away from drunk.

The pampered and pampered young master is drunk and delicate, which is very lovable.

What a cute little bitch.

Ye Zhuqing regretfully kissed Fu Mian on the lips, the young master responded like a dream but not a dream, apparently even in a dream he couldn't forget his lover.

Fu Mian kissed Ye Zhuqing in his dream and was so happy. When he was about to take a step forward, the back of his head sank, as if he was about to fall into the river. He quickly opened his eyes and woke up from the nightmare. When he woke up, he found that the sky was shining brightly inside the house , It's already daytime, it's too bad!He hurriedly said in surprise: "Zhuqing!"

Lifting the quilt to find someone, Fu Mian realized that he was not wearing any clothes for some reason, and he didn't care if he didn't find any clothes after scanning around. It was a long time for the boat to sail!

"Zhuqing," Fu Mian was about to cry, he ran out of bed and walked to the outer room, shouting, "Why didn't you call me, what time is it, the boat is gone, what should we do, you are really, you are dying I'm..."

No one in the room answered him.

Fu Mian was really crying, Ye Zhuqing wanted to play with him at this time!

As he walked out, he thought angrily that this time he had to let Ye Zhuqing work hard to coax him, so that he would forgive him!

He went to the outer room, but still couldn't find Ye Zhuqing.

A table of wine and food in the outer room has not been removed, and the leftovers exude the smell of food from the previous night. Two wine glasses are facing each other, and two unclaimed boat tickets are pressed under one of the wine glasses.

Thirty miles away at the pier, a man in a well-crafted suit wore a hat on his head, revealing only the lower half of his face. There was a smooth line from the tip of his nose to the bead of his lips. There is a touch of skin color between the black leather gloves and the luster.

"The box is real, the prescription inside..."

"Boss Tang, we agreed at the beginning, I just took the box for you."

"Don't worry, I, Tang Jin, am not someone who doesn't count my words."

The unremarkable box was full of banknotes, and the man was carrying the box to board the boat, but Tang Jin stopped him.

Tang Jin looked a little hesitant. He stared at the thin lips exposed under the brim of his hat, and said softly, "You just left?"

"I don't think Ah Mian will want to see me again."

"Could it be that you really treat him..."

"Boss Tang, take your leave."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Tang Jin couldn't help but move forward. He asked, "Can you tell me your real name?"

The man paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Dongcheng Ma."

That's enough, that's enough, the future is long, Tang Jin knows that he is going to Dongcheng, and when he brings down the Fu family, he will go to him, Fu Mian, it's nothing.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ma."

After Mr. Ma disappeared in the sight of the boss of the Tang family—his employer, he took off his hat and coat, took out a pair of brown sunglasses from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, walked around the crowd in Dongcheng, and waited for him at Haizhou. Before the boat, Jiehu bought a boarder's ticket, and after boarding the boat, he paid for a first-class ticket.

The waiter on the boat said courteously: "Sir, you are really lucky. There is only one room left on the boat. I will help you carry the suitcase."

The man with his head down flicked his hand holding the box, "No need."

He gave the waiter a bill to order a good bottle of wine and tip him the rest.

"Okay, what's your name, sir?"

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, he opened the door and entered the room, looking back with a faint smile, the waiter was stunned by the smile, and suddenly felt dizzy from being hit on the head.

"My surname is Song."

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