night.
Fu Cheng held her hand and walked to the riverside. The wind was still cool at night, but it seemed to be filled with moisture and was very humid.
Song Shengsheng put on a coat before going out because she was afraid of the cold.
The thin coat could block the wind. She held Fu Cheng's hand tightly and walked forward slowly, following the shadows on the ground.
Suddenly, she seemed to think of something.
Song Shengsheng looked at the reflections of the two people entangled on the ground, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Is it very fast to take a bus from Guangzhou to Hong Kong City?"
Fu Cheng turned his head, and under the light, he could see a cold and serious face. His features were three-dimensional and as delicate and beautiful as a sculpture. His deep eyes stared at her quietly for a long while.
He silently held her fingers tightly and asked, "Don't you dislike Hong Kong? Why are you asking about this? Do you want to go?"
Song Shengsheng shook her head: "I don't want to go, I just suddenly remembered it when I saw the river."
Fu Cheng looked at her profile. She was delicate and petite. Her skin was as white as snow under the moonlight. It made his hands itch. He suppressed the desire in his heart and said, "It's very fast. It's only a two or three hour drive."
Song Shengsheng thought, that’s really close.
Even though the distance between them was short, it was an obstacle that she had never been able to escape from before.
Only then did she remember to ask, "Is Shen Zhishu still recuperating in Hong Kong City?"
It seems like he has been transferred to Hong Kong City for a long time.
At least a month.
Song Shengsheng had never seen the crime scene, so he didn't know that he had been stabbed deep in the vitals, and he had never seen any bloody scene. When he first heard others say that the backbone of the research institute was almost stabbed to death, he just stopped at the point of "almost".
Since it's almost there.
That shouldn't be too serious.
Fu Cheng tightened his jaw, was silent for a moment, and told her, "Well, he's still in Hong Kong."
Song Shengsheng held his arm and slowly stopped. The evening breeze blew her long hair, revealing her delicate features. She looked at the river and asked, "Do you know who stabbed him?"
She is quite curious.
Shen Zhishu is a very versatile person. If he greets everyone with a smile, it would be difficult for him to offend anyone.
But no one would take up a knife and kill him without any reason.
Killing someone means being shot.
They were willing to do such a thing even at the risk of being shot. There must be some deep hatred between the two of them.
Song Shengsheng had never heard of anyone who was forced to the brink of death by Shen Zhishu and therefore took such a desperate measure.
Fu Cheng said, "I didn't ask any further questions."
Song Shengsheng thought about the villain himself in his dream and wondered why he never thought of taking a knife and stabbing Shen Zhishu twice while he was asleep at night, so that he could end his nightmare.
But Shen Zhishu has too many handles on her.
Her family, her children.
Everyone she cares about can become a handle for threat.
Song Shengsheng couldn't stop talking after she started: "Did that person say why he did that? Intentional homicide is a serious crime."
Fu Cheng never asked.
But Lu Chenyuan was a man who could not keep his cool. When he heard about it, he went to the Public Security Bureau and asked about the whole story in detail.
The murderer appears to be young.
Very young.
There is no clear reason for hurting people.
But Shen Zhishu must die.
"No, maybe there's some private grudge between them that we don't know about."
"That should be it."
Song Shengsheng finally asked, "Where is the person who hurt others?"
Fu Cheng told her: "The verdict has been made."
No need to elaborate.
The law will not tolerate intentional homicide, especially for people who are key national talent.
Song Shengsheng was just asking.
A little curious.
She didn't feel sorry for Shen Zhishu, and not everyone was as soft as her, accepting everything that happened to them.
There are still people who are more radical than him.
But Song Shengsheng still felt a little inexplicably regretful when he thought about it. The fish died but the net didn't break. It was not a good deal no matter how you looked at it.
The wind from the river made her face hurt a little.
Song Shengsheng turned around and crawled into Fu Cheng's arms again, treating him as a shelter from the wind and rain.
Sometimes she also feels that she is lucky.
There was someone who put up with her temper, her erratic behavior, and all her imperfections.
"I feel a little cold, let's go back."
Song Shengsheng buried her head in his arms and whispered.
Fu Cheng patted her back gently and held her tightly with his other hand. His palm was warm and hot, and the temperature was deeply engraved in his blood.
He hasn't spoken yet.
Song Shengsheng suddenly raised her head and pulled her hand out of his palm. She stood on tiptoe, held his face with both hands, put her lips close to his, and kissed him.
The woman's lips are soft.
Soft and sticky touch, with a light fragrance.
She kissed him eagerly and shyly, and accidentally knocked his teeth.
Song Shengsheng was always willing to give him just a little bit of sweetness every time.
Even if I wanted to kiss him now, I would only kiss him once and would not dare to try deeper.
Fu Cheng hasn't had enough of her yet, so how could he let her go so easily?
Putting his arms around her waist, the man lowered his head and began to plunder her wantonly.
Song Shengsheng couldn't breathe.
She tried to back off, but the demands only intensified.
Fortunately, they are in a relatively remote corner.
The night was very dark and pitch black. I couldn't see anything clearly and no one could see me.
Otherwise, Song Shengsheng would not be able to live as a human being.
She could hardly breathe, as if she was lacking oxygen. Sobbing sounds came from her throat, which sounded pitiful yet touching.
She felt like she was immersed in wet sea water, with nowhere to struggle.
Before Song Shengsheng was about to faint, he was finally able to take deep breaths.
After so many years, she still didn't realize that her pitiful whimpering at such times would not win any sympathy from men, but would only arouse the more terrifying desire for control in men's nature.
Gentleness can be pretended.
Being considerate can be faked.
Only in matters between men and women, men's nature will not pretend.
Song Shengsheng suffered so much loss because she didn't understand and no one taught her.
As for what happened outside the bed, Fu Cheng really listened to her.
At this moment, Song Shengsheng was still a little angry. She kicked Fu Cheng twice and couldn't help complaining, "Why are you so careless?"
Fu Cheng looked at her watery lips, which were red and swollen, and looked so pitiful.
He stroked her hair and stared at her mouth: "That's a bit too much."
He said this, but there was no trace of guilt.
Most likely I will do the same thing next time.
Fu Cheng never changed his ways in this regard.
Only Song Shengsheng thought that he might not have done it on purpose, because he always had a good attitude when admitting his mistakes and apologizing.
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