Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Get You First

When the plane landed at Guangzhou Airport, it was raining heavily outside the window.

Shen Yanfeng rushed off the plane without waiting for the jet bridge to be connected.

The message from Special Assistant Liu was only received at this time: [Mr. Shen, all traffic to Hainan has been interrupted].

He closed the video before finishing it, found the black SUV that had been prepared in advance in the airport parking lot, and drove into the violent rain without any hesitation.

The highways to Zhanjiang were almost completely closed, forcing Shen Yanfeng to take the national highway instead. The car was swaying in the strong wind, and visibility was very low. He could only grip the steering wheel tightly, relying on the headlights to move forward with difficulty.

I just didn't expect that I almost lost my life after driving less than a hundred kilometers.

Just as he was reaching for his phone to call Guan Mi, there was a loud bang and the entire car jolted violently. A large tree, uprooted from the roadside, had crashed down, crushing the hood and leaving countless cracks on the windshield.

He cursed under his breath, ignored the sudden pain in his body, stepped on the accelerator, and tried to free the car from the branches.

The tires spun and skidded in the mud and water, repeating over and over again until the car finally stumbled out. The front of the car was severely damaged, and it could still be driven, but only slowly.

Afterwards, Shen Yanfeng thought that if he had not slowed down the car for a few seconds because he wanted to call Guan Mi, it might not have been the hood that was hit.

His current life was saved by Guan Mi.

It was not until the afternoon of the next day that the car arrived at Xuwen Port. The dock was crowded with stranded vehicles. A notice board read: Due to the influence of the outer edge of the typhoon, the sea gusts were 8-9 levels. All routes continued to be suspended and the resumption time is to be determined.

Shen Yanfeng abandoned the nearly scrapped car. He walked through the crowd, spent money to inquire around, and then went straight to an experienced ship captain.

The other party looked at him like he was crazy: "Young man, going out to sea now is risking your life! The wind may be a little weak, but the waves are still huge!"

"Brother, I have to go there today." Shen Yanfeng directly offered a price that the other party could not refuse.

The sea was rough and the boat was shaking violently. He sat in the cabin with his eyes closed, his mind filled with the image of Guan Mi's face, isolated and helpless in the typhoon.

When he landed in Haikou, he was exhausted and his right arm was aching from the previous collision.

Hainan Island was also devastated. He paid a high price to hire a car from a local driver and asked him to drive to Sanya as quickly as possible.

"Boss, the road is difficult to walk on, many places are flooded!"

"Go around it, break through it, whatever you want." He leaned back in his chair, his voice hoarse, "I just want to be fast."

It was almost dawn when we arrived in the town.

Chen Yanfeng had intended to go directly to Guan Mi's residential complex, but as he passed the library, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint light inside. Without a second thought, he got out of the car and strode across the muddy road, soaking his trouser legs with accumulated water.

Just as he stepped onto the flat ground at the door of the study, the door was opened from the inside.

Guan Mi felt a chill on his back from the cold wind blowing in from outside the door. He was about to close and lock the door, but was suddenly bumped into a strong embrace.

She froze for a moment.

That embrace carried the scent of wind and rain, and even through the thin fabric, the body temperature was frighteningly high.

His arms were so tight that it hurt her a little. His chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing was heavy and rapid, puffing on her neck.

She could feel his whole body straining, as if to confirm that she was really there.

"Are you okay?" he asked hoarsely.

She shook her head gently, slowly raised her hanging hands and wrapped them around his waist.

After hugging for a while, Guan Mi took a step back and looked at him in the light from the room.

This was probably the second time in Shen Yanfeng's life that he was in such a mess. It was even worse than the last time he went to the mountainous area to find her on the set. There was even blood on his arm.

She frowned and lifted the sleeve of his right arm: "Are you hurt?"

"Yeah." He buried his face deeper, his dry lips brushing against the skin of her shoulder, intentionally or unintentionally, and said deliberately in a serious tone: "My hand is going to break."

Guan Mi's heart tightened, and he pretended to push him away: "Take it off and let me see it."

"Don't take it off here," he tightened his arms, his hot breath brushing her ears, "go to where you live and take it off."

Guan Mi felt that this sounded very suggestive.

After returning to the residence, Guan Mi lit a few candles, and Shen Yanfeng took off his shirt very neatly. She carefully examined his arm, which was slightly swollen but had no wounds. Instead, there was a blood mark on his neck, as if it was scratched by glass.

She looked at him with a complicated expression, then turned around to get disinfectant to help him clean up.

Chen Yanfeng sat down, his firm muscles rising and falling slightly with his breathing. He leaned against the back of the sofa, his eyes following the slender figure. Wherever she went, he kept his eyes on her.

Guan Mi walked back with something in his hand and met his fiery gaze. His heart felt like it was being gently scratched by something.

She sat down on the sofa, took out a cotton swab, dipped it in disinfectant, and naturally bent one leg to place it under her body.

"Keep your head up," she whispered.

Shen Yanfeng obeyed obediently, but just tilted his head sideways, his eyes still looking at her.

Guan Mi leaned closer, her shallow breath mingling with his hot breath.

She wiped the wound carefully and gently: "Why did you have to come here and make yourself like this."

"I miss you." His voice was low and gentle.

"It's not too late to come back after the typhoon passes."

"I can't wait."

Her hands trembled, and she looked up to meet his affectionate gaze. She turned away and said seriously, "Don't move."

Shen Yanfeng's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly leaned forward, moving towards her slightly open lips with a clear goal.

Guan Mi leaned back swiftly and held him down with one hand: "Don't make trouble, take care of the wound first."

"I'm thirsty," he said. "I want something to drink."

She nodded, stood up and was about to leave when he pulled her down and she fell on him.

"I don't want to drink..."

He interrupted her and pointed at the front of her clothes: "Drink here."

Hearing this, Guan Mi paused, and the man in front of her had already lowered his head and bit her snow-white left side through two layers of barriers.

Her breathing became disordered and the hand holding the cotton swab trembled slightly.

"Keep going," he urged vaguely, his warm breath burning her through the fabric.

How could this continue? He was buried in front of her, and she could only arch her body backwards. But as soon as she tried to retreat, he immediately caught up and took that soft spot into his mouth again.

"Wait..." She said in a broken voice, "There's still blood on your neck. I'll deal with you first..."

He just repeated the end of her words in a low voice: "I'll do you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed her top up and then pulled it off. He cupped her round breasts with both hands, then buried his face between them, taking a deep breath. Then, with his fingers, he opened one bra and lowered his head to take the ripe grape into his mouth, closing his eyes and stirring it with his tongue.

Guan Mi was completely defenseless, but he always managed to make her give up resistance.

The rain started falling again outside, and the raindrops fell madly, covering up all the sounds in the room which was getting hotter and hotter.

The sun finally came out the next day.

The morning light filtered through the balcony, casting a blurry spot on Guan Mi's face. She opened her eyes and heard birds singing outside the window.

It seems that the typhoon has finally passed.

She turned her head to look at the sofa, where the fan that had been idle for a day was now humming.

The phone call came.

The blanket slipped from her shoulders, and she looked towards the kitchen. Chen Yanfeng was standing at the kitchen counter with his back to her, busy at work. Since there was no suitable clothing here, he could only continue wearing his mud-stained trousers.

She put on her slippers and went into the bathroom.

While brushing her teeth, she gently pulled down her collar. As expected, it was covered with marks of various depths and shallows.

Everything went smoothly last night, but when I got to the last step, I realized there were no family planning supplies.

At that time, the two people were inseparable. They both wanted to do it, but they couldn't take the risk. In the end, they had to do it in other ways.

After washing up, Guan Mi went to rummage through the closet again and took out a loose skirt.

Shen Yanfeng cooked two bowls of vegetable noodles, and when he brought them out, he saw Guan Mi coming over with a skirt.

"Take off your clothes, wash them in the washing machine, and hang them up to dry for an hour before you can wear them."

"Okay." He took off his pants and walked into the bathroom naked.

Guan Mi called out to him, "Put this on."

Shen Yanfeng stopped and looked down at the skirt in her hand, his brows slightly raised.

"You want me to wear this?"

"It's better than being naked." Guan Mi held the skirt forward, "Just make do with it for now."

He took the skirt, his fingers carelessly brushing against her palm. He unfolded it and took a look, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Whatever you want." She turned away, "but don't hang around in front of me."

The parts of him that were not naked were now full of vigor, swaying slightly as he turned around.

Shen Yanfeng put on the skirt, the fabric tightly wrapped around his sturdy waist and hips. The skirt only reached the middle of his thighs, which looked a bit out of place and formed a strong contrast with his sturdy upper body.

Guan Mi couldn't help laughing out loud, but quickly pursed his lips.

"What are you laughing at?" He stepped closer. "Didn't you ask me to wear it?"

She took a half step back, but he put his arm around her waist.

"It suits you very well," she said, suppressing a smile.

Shen Yanfeng snorted lightly, with indulgence in his eyes.

"If you really don't like it, just wrap yourself in a blanket."

"With pleasure." He lowered his head and leaned closer. "I'll wear whatever my baby tells me to wear."

Guan Mi felt that he was deliberately nudging her and quickly pushed him away: "What are you going to do today? I'm going to clean up the library."

He pretended to think for a moment, then curved his eyebrows and said lazily, "Right now, I just want to be around you."

The whole morning was spent tidying up the library.

Although Shen Yanfeng was a pampered young master, he was no slouch when it came to rough work. He rolled up his sleeves and straightened the bookshelves that had been overturned by the typhoon one by one, then cleaned up the mess on the floor, and then carried bucket after bucket of water to wash the floor.

It was almost noon and the sun was getting scorching. The entire back of his shirt was already soaked with sweat.

Guan Mi finished tidying up the coffee table and came over to take the bucket from his hand. "Rest for a while, and then go to the hospital after your clothes are dry."

"Sit down and lift your feet." Chen Yanfeng moved sideways to avoid her hand and splashed clean water on the ground. "Just rinse it twice and it will be clean."

"Doesn't your arm hurt?"

He straightened up. "It's not to the point of whining yet."

Guan Mi wondered, who said last night that it was about to break?

She contacted the technician who installed the explosion-proof glass and prepared to go out to buy lunch.

Shen Yanfeng blocked the way with an empty bucket, "It's too unsafe here, let's go back to Beijing together."

Guan Mi looked up at him and answered frankly: "I don't want to go back yet."

This answer was not surprising. Moreover, he was only a "bed partner" at the moment and had no right to demand her obedience.

He knew clearly that he could no longer force Guan Mi like before, as that would only provoke stronger resistance from her. If he wanted to truly win her heart, he had to start by respecting her choice.

"I want to stay." He put down the bucket. "Fengbo has Mai Fangze taking care of it, so it won't stop running without me."

Guan Mi was silent for a moment, thinking a lot, and finally said: "If you want to stay, then stay. It just so happens that my shop is short of one..."

"I do," he said.

She couldn't help but curl her lips: "I haven't even finished talking yet, and you're willing to do it?"

Shen Yanfeng looked at her and smiled, and couldn't help but smile too.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

Why was Xu Yao here? What made him feel even more depressed was the familiar and relaxed look he showed when he walked in.

"Yan Feng?" Xu Yao looked at the man standing in front of the bookshelf in surprise.

Guan Mi was found? And judging by the situation, they even reconciled?

Guan Mi pushed the door open with lunch in hand and saw Xu Yao standing alone in front of the glass wall.

She put down the plastic bag in her hand, looked around the bookstore, and finally found Shen Yanfeng next to the bookshelf in the back.

He seemed to notice her gaze, turned his head, and gave her a calm look, not warm, but not cold either.

Well, there is progress.

At least it's no longer like before, when she would want to transform on the spot when she saw the opposite sex around her.