Song Yuzhang

Fu Mian stared at Song Yuzhang's eyes, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and he actually smiled, "Zhuqing, you really gave me a big surprise, if there is anything else, let's talk about it together," Fu Mian rubbed From the corner of his mouth, he said affectionately, "Let me hear how promiscuous you are."

Song Yuzhang's lips were pulled into random shapes by him, and he said calmly: "Do you want to hear the ones before I met you, or after I met you?"

"Before you met me..." Fu Mian pressed him tightly together, and started slowly, "Who have you ever had?"

"Do you mean those who have slept, or those who have not?"

Fu Mian grabbed him with the palm of his hand and rubbed him slowly, then said in a low voice, "It's up to you."

Song Yuzhang began to tell about the first boy who slept with him.

That is indeed a boy, both of them are of the same age, and also a son-in-law, with an extremely docile temper, and he is obedient to Song Yuzhang, and Song Yuzhang soon—"Tired of playing."

Hearing Song Yuzhang's understatement, Fu Mian became very excited for some reason, an emotion that combined anger, jealousy, and being deceived.

"What about the second one?"

"It's about the same," Song Yuzhang smiled, and suddenly pointed his hand on his collapsed waist, "He has a birthmark here, like a butterfly, and it moves very beautifully."

"Go on."

Fu Mian panted slightly.

Song Yuzhang said five or six words one after another, but he didn't continue because Fu Mian killed him, as if he had avenged those who were abandoned by him.

That night, Fu Mian and Song Yuzhang had a new topic of communication.

Song Yuzhang's Love History.

Song Yuzhang didn't tell a single lie, Fu Mian could hear and see that the annoyance gradually dissipated in Song Yuzhang's indifferent attitude. Now that Song Yuzhang is in his hands, those things are already in the past, and the old people left grudges In the long river, he turned defeat into victory and held Song Yuzhang in his own hands, so he is different from those people.

"Later, I met you."

Fu Mian propped up his face with one hand, and lay on his side with one leg bent, looking at Song Yuzhang. He smiled with great interest and said, "This is going to disgust me again."

Song Yuzhang paused, "If you don't want to hear it, I don't have to say it."

Fu Mian was silent for a while, curled Song Yuzhang's hair with his fingers, and then said firmly: "I want to hear it."

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath and said slowly: "That day I accompanied Tang Jin to Fu's house as a guest. You were hiding in the bamboo forest. I actually saw you. You were wearing a bright blue gown. Few men would wear such bright clothes. color, and it looks so good.”

Fu Mian listened attentively, and smiled slightly when he heard the words, "And then?"

"Then," Song Yuzhang took a breath and smiled, "I just thought, such a good-looking young master, it would be a pity if I didn't get it and play with it."

Fu Mian patted Song Yuzhang's cheek lightly upon hearing this, "Bad thing."

Song Yuzhang's smile flickered, "Indeed, I'm not a good person."

Fu Mian lowered his head and sniffed Song Yuzhang's scent, "I'll let you meet that actor tomorrow."

Song Yuzhang reached out and stroked the back of Fu Mian's neck, "I'm so bad, why are you willing to be nice to me?"

Fu Mian raised his face and smiled at Song Yuzhang: "I love you."

Song Yuzhang said: "Then you are really a bitch."

Fu Mian's face twisted, but Song Yuzhang suddenly hugged him tightly.

"You can give me another shot," Song Yuzhang said softly, "but at that time I did really love you."

Fu Mian was silent for a long time, bowed his head and kissed Song Yuzhang's shoulder, he said softly: "Zhuqing, look at me when you lie next time, your persuasion will be stronger."

Song Yuzhang sighed softly, he raised one leg to put on Fu Mian's body, and pulled Fu Mian's bracelet around his waist, "Stop talking, go to sleep, you are really killing me. "

"That sounds like a truth."

Fu Mian hugged him for a while, then let go of his arms and stood up. He half-sat on the bed and smiled at Song Yuzhang, "I can't spend the night with you." He scraped Song Yuzhang's nose with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid I'll wake up in the middle of the night." , couldn't help strangling you to death."

Song Yuzhang's funeral was very grand.

The funeral was arranged by Meng Tingjing, and everything was done according to the best. His relationship with Song Yuzhang has always been a mystery to outsiders like Haizhou. He also admitted that the two are indeed close friends.

Meng Tingjing's heart was calm, and he didn't think it was bad luck, so he took it as a blow to Song Yuzhang.

He wants to show it to everyone in Haizhou, and let everyone know that he has accepted the fact that Song Yuzhang is dead.

The unknown body was buried near the Song family's ancestral tomb. The Song family's ancestral tomb is a treasured geomantic place, and who should be buried where is determined in advance.Anyway, Song Yuzhang is not the real Song family, if they occupy the land, they will occupy the land, Meng Tingjing doesn't care, just turn around and go down the mountain.

"Boss Meng," Shen Chengduo came up to greet him, "My condolences."

Meng Tingjing ignored him with a cold face.

Shen Chengduo's business made him look down on him, even if Song Yuzhang was willing to perfunctorily win over Shen Chengduo, he should or still didn't like it.

Shen Chengduo didn't mind Meng Tingjing's attitude, he just sighed, "Hey, it's such a pity that Chairman Song died young."

Meng Tingjing walked down the stone steps, "Life and death are fate."

Shen Chengduo went down the mountain together with him, but he didn't say a few words, and smacked his lips in a dull manner. Shen Chengduo got into the car and poohed out the window, "What is it?"

At the foot of the mountain, Liu Chuanzong was waiting for someone in front of the car. After Meng Tingjing was busy these days, Liu Chuanzong never had a chance to talk to Meng Tingjing.

Meng Tingjing greeted him to get in the car and talk.

"Where's Liu Chu?" Liu Chuanzong went straight to the point.

Meng Tingjing said, "It's gone."

Liu Chuanzong paused, "It's gone, what do you mean?"

"If it's gone, it's gone. There's no body at the scene."

After a long time, Liu Chuanzong said slowly: "So it is possible that he is still alive, isn't it?"

Meng Ting looked at the towering mountains outside the window, and said, "I don't know."

Liu Chuanzong got out of the car.

Meng Tingjing watched Liu Chuanzong's back in the car. Now he doubts everyone, and the closer he is to Song Yuzhang, the more suspicious he is.

Yeyang's side fell into a bitter battle again, and Meng Tingjing really wanted to pass the news to Nie Yinbing. Nie Yinbing already had a teacher in his hand, and he could always help, but Meng Tingjing thought about it, after all, it wasn't As a private soldier, Nie Yinbing may not be able to mobilize these people to find Song Yuzhang.

Now, the enemy is in the dark, and he is in the light. It is not good to mobilize the army like this.

The news of Song Yuzhang's death has been published, and now he can be regarded as half hidden in the dark, able to compete with the opponent.

Fu Mian did not break his promise, and he really took Song Yuzhang to meet Xiao Fengxian.

Xiao Fengxian was also healed, and she looked a little less terribly thinner than before.

Fu Mian put his hands behind his back and said: "I thought about it, he was actually deceived by you just like me, in fact, he didn't know that you were similar to him, he thought you were Song Wuye, Song Wuye Lord, this name is really interesting." Fu Mian smiled to himself for a while, and then said: "He is also a poor man."

Song Yuzhang stood quietly in front of Xiao Fengxian's bed, thinking that it was fortunate that Xiao Fengxian was asleep now, otherwise after hearing Fu Mian's words, she would probably faint from hatred.

Song Yuzhang took Xiao Fengxian's hand, although Xiao Fengxian was still asleep, he still shook it firmly, and said in his heart: "Fengxian, hold on, I will take you away."

Fu Mian condescendingly looked down at Song Yuzhang who was half squatting in front of the bed, the corners of his mouth curled up, and there was a bit of murderous intent in his eyes, Song Yuzhang lowered his head and didn't see it.

The relationship between Fu Mian and Song Yuzhang seemed to be easing up gradually, and they had a close physical relationship every day, and it seemed that it was not suitable for tension.

After coming to Qingxi for more than a month, Fu Mian went on a long-distance business trip for the first time.

Song Yuzhang didn't know where he went or what he was doing now, it didn't seem like it was a medicine business.

Song Yuzhang didn't know about this trip to a faraway place at first.

It's just that Fu Mian didn't come to him for a few days, and everything was done by a few old servants. Song Yuzhang became suspicious, thinking that Fu Mian should have left Qingxi.

He didn't have the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to escape, this kind of idea is a fantasy, it will kill him and Xiaofengxian.

Song Yuzhang found himself a small toy in the house.

A rouge box for a woman.

He didn't know why there was this thing on the dressing table, but it was round and flat, like a colorful silver dollar, and it was a handy gadget that could be turned upside down in his hand.

Moreover, it is very fragrant.

Song Yuzhang sat on the bed, shaking the rouge box with his fingers.

There are some contradictions in Fu Mian's attitude. It's hard to say whether these contradictions are caused by Fu Mian deliberately.

He always felt that Fu Mian was setting a trap for him to jump into.

Maybe at that time Fu Mian would be ruthless and really kill him.

Song Yuzhang thought of that newspaper again. With Meng Tingjing's expression on the newspaper, did Meng Tingjing really believe that he was dead?Song Yuzhang didn't think so.

The rouge box fluttered in his fingers, and the top cover suddenly fell off. Song Yuzhang's body was sprinkled with fragrance powder. He got out of bed, patted his chest, and left it alone when he found it was useless.

There will be a servant to deliver water at night, let's talk about it then.

Song Yuzhang closed the box of rouge face powder, and put the box back on the dressing table.

There was a bronze mirror on the dressing table. Song Yuzhang looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and he thought: With Meng Tingjing's personality, he would never let those reporters take pictures of him. Anyone who appreciates their own grief.

Therefore, this photo is not only a cover-up, but also a message to Song Yuzhang himself.

—I know you're still alive.

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, his nostrils were full of sweet and greasy fragrance, he didn't expect anyone to save him, but he vaguely wanted to believe that Meng Tingjing would come to him.

Fu Mian came back, before the servants who brought the water, he came in and saw Song Yuzhang's body covered with rouge, he smiled lightly and said, "You know I'm coming back, so you're still dressing up?"

Song Yuzhang put his hands behind his back, and his robe was spread out to reveal a large piece in the middle, "I want pants."

"Want pants?" Fu Mian walked in front of him and said with a faint smile, "Isn't that in the way?"

Fu Mian picked up Song Yuzhang and threw him directly on the bed.

He walked for ten days this time, and during these ten days, he thought about Song Yuzhang almost every day.

In fact, this year, he was the same, thinking of Song Yuzhang every day.

I thought with hatred.

He thought that he would definitely torture Song Yuzhang until he regretted treating him like that.

Fu Mian has always been extremely fierce in bed, but fortunately Song Yuzhang is not a weak young man, if it were someone else, Fu Mian would have made trouble in bed.

Fu Mian fucked Song Yuzhang twice without saying a word, and started to take it easy the third time.

"Last time, you only mentioned those who were done by you, what about those who did you?" Fu Mian said slowly, "Besides the vice chairman, who else?"

Song Yuzhang was sweating, and the rouge melted, leaving a bright red patch on his chest. He sucked in his breath and said, "Nie's family..."

Fu Mian wiped the rouge on his chest, and said with a low smile, "Nie's? Brother or younger?" He exerted all his strength, and when Song Yuzhang took a breath, he said, "Or both?"

Song Yuzhang reluctantly said: "Only brother."

"It's a pity to hear your tone."

"No..." Song Yuzhang turned his face and kissed his lips, "Ah Mian, stop talking, I want you right now..."

Fu Mian's complexion changed slightly, and he put Song Yuzhang into a kneeling position, "Stop saying such disgusting words!"

The two of them worked until the servants came to bring the water, and when they were done, they also took a mandarin duck bath.

Song Yuzhang was sitting in the tub and kissed Fu Mian. He turned his face and smelled a very familiar smell in Fu Mian's hair, but somehow he couldn't remember it. It seemed to have some fruity scent. .

It wasn't obvious on the bed before, but after the heat evaporated, it became more intense.

Song Yuzhang didn't look like he was sniffing, Fu Mian pinched his waist and let him sit in his arms.

Song Yuzhang took the opportunity to bury his face in Fu Mian's hair.

He took a deep breath, and another.

In addition to the faint smell of sweat, there is also a smell of... what?

Song Yuzhang kept thinking deeply in his mind.

A very ordinary clip suddenly appeared in his mind, the two were talking and laughing happily, handed it over, he took it, and slid it past the tip of his nose.

Song Yuzhang remembered.

It was a homemade cigar.