【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

a year and a half later

You know Zhao Ruoxi, right?Fang Mengwei asked.The third lady in Shanghai?

I saw her today.She came to the newspaper to advertise the marriage.Sun Chaozhong didn't answer, Fang Mengwei continued.Do you know who to marry?

Who?

Liu Mingqiang.who?

Her previous driver.Can't think of it.

Didn't Ms. Zhao not honor her when she danced with Mr. Kong in Shanghai?Even Sun Chaozhong had heard of such things, but he didn't expect that Fang Mengwei knew her.

Or the person that the eldest lady is chasing after.You are well informed.

When she fled, she was separated from her family, and in the end she and the driver came all the way to Hong Kong.The driver didn't dare to move his mind like this, he honestly found a job.As a result, Ms. Zhao rented a car one day and asked Mr. Liu to drive her around Hong Kong Island for half the night.Isn't this waste gasoline?

As a result, it was dawn, and when she drove to the middle of the mountain, she asked if she would still be willing to drive the car for her for the rest of her life if she had no wages.You young masters and ladies are full of these flashy tricks.

How can I be flashy?Doesn't this cut vegetables for you?

Well I was wrong.Sun Chaozhong admitted his mistake, and Fang Mengwei stopped thinking about it and continued talking.Later she asked me when I was getting married.

Then when will you get married?

I told her that I did not advertise.Already have a lover.Sun Chaozhong looked back at him.You talk nonsense with others.

How is this nonsense?You don't sleep in the same bed as me?

All right, all right, you go to the side and rest, I'll fry.I have to go to the theater after dinner, don't be late.

The two theater tickets that Ms. Zhao sent are in the West District.

Fang Mengwei didn't understand a single word of Cantonese opera in several programs, so he yawned when he heard it, and Sun Chaozhong propped his cheek while watching it with fascination.When they came out, they met Ms. Zhao, who gave them tickets, holding the hand of a gentleman, who must be the driver surnamed Liu.

The man was a little cautious, saying that he worked in a bank, but he just looked at Zhao Ruoxi anxiously, as if he was afraid of neglecting him.Ruoxi was generous and introduced to Fang Mengwei and Sun Chaozhong that this is my husband.

When it was Fang Mengwei's turn to introduce, he said it was Sun Chaozhong.There is only one Sun Chaozhong in the world.

When he walked out of the theater, it was pouring rain. Sun Chaozhong brought a green and black long-handled umbrella and held it in his hand.Meng Wei pushed him, and he tactfully gave the umbrella to the bewildered Mr. Liu.

Don't shower the lady.

The two of them watched Liu Mingqiang holding an umbrella and walking towards the car parked across the street with Zhao Ruoxi.If I had known earlier that there would be no umbrellas, the car was across the street.

Do you think he will send the umbrella back?

Sun Chaozhong swallowed, and pulled Fang Mengwei under the eaves again.

Ten minutes later, the rain became lighter, and we called for a car on the side of the road for a long time, but there was no gain.It's better to take the tram.

Fang Mengwei took off his windbreaker and held it on his head.

Sun Chaozhong, who was calling for a taxi, stomped on his leather shoes and ran to Fang Mengwei's side.He stretched out his right hand and embraced the other person's waist.

In fact, Sun Chaozhong seldom makes any intimate moves in public, and he usually looks more ordinary than ordinary friends when he walks outside with Fang Mengwei.Just like this person's face, he was indifferent.

This time, they also ran to the station together wearing windbreakers, and grabbed Fang Mengwei's waist to unify the pace.I clearly remember that the tram has a stop here.

Seeing that he ran farther and farther away from the main street, and the area became less crowded and desolate, he couldn't find the station along the tram tracks.Did it go in the opposite direction?

The two ran to a roof and stood still.

At this moment, Fang Mengwei's leather shoes were full of water. Looking back, he looked at Sun Chaozhong's hair drooping and sticking to his forehead, and his shoulders were already soaked.Meng Wei was still holding on to his half-wet windbreaker, and with a thought, he pulled the windbreaker over to block the light, and turned sideways towards Sun Chaozhong's face.

The dim street lights have limited brightness, barely extending to the falling raindrops, pulling out a cone-shaped light fog, which seems to be in harmony with a secret concerto.

Sun Chaozhong's face was not very good-looking.Open the door and go to wash yourself.

What's the matter, didn't no one see it?

Fang Mengwei was a little dumbfounded at his fuss.Sun Chaozhong didn't speak, and poured water into the basin.

That voice was a feral cat, and I saw it.

Waiting for Sun Chaozhong to answer, but 10 minutes later, he told Fang Mengwei who was brushing his teeth that it was not appropriate for anyone to see the question.Okay, okay, Fang Mengwei spit out a mouthful of foam, next time there will be no more, okay.

Sun Chaozhong had already changed into cotton pajamas and sat by the bed. This man grew up in northern Zhejiang, where silk is abundant. Although he was not very particular about basic necessities of life, he was obsessed with any silk fabric. Picky, even Fang Mengwei's silk pajamas were locked in the cabinet by him, making it uncomfortable to hold.

His cotton pajamas, which had been washed to fade, had been with him for an unknown number of years.The sleeves were rolled up twice, some threads came out of the trouser legs, and the dark brown fabric was now light brown.

But even wearing such a pajamas, Fang Mengwei's throat can be seen to be tight.Is it appropriate now?

Asking this sentence, Fang Mengwei felt like a hooligan.The water is hot, help me get some cold.

Sun Chaozhong looked at the basin of water in front of him and answered irrelevant questions.Is this better?

Fang Mengwei poured a crock of cold water into the footbath, knelt down and stretched out his hands to stir the water evenly, and then put his hands on the man's instep.I'll do it myself, said Sun Chaozhong, whose face was flushed.

I don't know if the hot water speeds up the blood circulation, and even the complexion changes so quickly.

Fang Mengwei supported Sun Chaozhong's calf, slowly pushed up the trouser leg of his right leg, leaned over and kissed his knee.There seemed to be water splashing out of the basin.

Chao Zhong.

Um.The man leaned back, put his hands on the edge of the bed and made a nasal sound.where are the towels

The person who asked the question was impatient, and before he could wait for an answer, he had already stood up and pushed the person who was about to answer on the bed.

Between lips and tongue, Fang Mengwei reached out to caress the back of his neck and shoulder blades.

He likes Sun Chaozhong's shoulders, and he can't help but want to harm him every now and then.There is still a pale mark on Sun Chaozhong's right shoulder, but it has been seen earlier

There are no complete scars left by the gunshot wound that year.The left shoulder blade is sculpturally perfect compared to this side.He leaned over to lick the scar, he didn't know whether it was the scar that fatally attracted him so that he couldn't move his eyes, or the perfect left shoulder blade aroused his desire to protect more.

This is not an easy choice, but fortunately this body is at his disposal at this moment.