Chapter 77 Garage
The Maybach drove into the underground passage of Genting Apartments.
In stark contrast to the public garages in ordinary residential buildings that are easily visible, the design here is extremely luxurious and private.
The passages are wide and softly lit, guiding vehicles to their respective independent areas.
Each top-level resident has an exclusive customized garage space, which is completely separated by thick walls and does not interfere with each other.
The entrance is a sturdy electric door, and the access control system is linked to the residents' information.
The Maybach finally stopped in front of Gu Chengyu's exclusive garage door.
"drop--"
"Verification passed."
The door slid silently open to the sides, revealing a private garage with bright lights and spacious interior.
There is a sense of seclusion and tranquility.
The car drove in smoothly and stopped in the middle.
Zhao Cheng just parked the car and turned off the engine.
Gu Chengyu's voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable order: "Get out."
Zhao Cheng's heart trembled, and he immediately responded: "Yes, Master Chengyu."
He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, quickly unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and retreated swiftly to the garage entrance.
Open the door.
After a few seconds, the garage door closed automatically again.
The spacious back seat of the Maybach now seems cramped.
Gu Chengyu held Su Qianqian's entire little body in his arms.
He did not move immediately, but just lowered his eyes and stared at the girl in his arms who was dizzy from the alcohol.
"Su, Qian, Qian."
His voice was low, filled with lingering anger and a hoarseness that was aroused by his wild nature.
Gu Chengyu pinched her small chin and forced her to lift her face, admiring in his heart, how beautiful she was.
If he were sober, this increasingly spoiled little boy would probably refuse to cooperate.
The lights are dim.
The girl's watery almond eyes were misty.
Suddenly, she felt dizzy.
She seemed to have fallen somewhere.
Is it a bed? Why is it so small?
…
An hour later.
The garage returned to calm, leaving only the sound of the two people's mingling breathing.
A few minutes later, the car door opened.
Gu Chengyu walked out holding Su Qianqian.
His steps were still steady and powerful, but revealed an unusual laziness.
Men's clothing is no longer as formal as before.
The expensive shirt was torn into pieces just now, but it returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.
The collar was torn wide open, leaving several red marks on the neck.
The hem of his shirt was disheveled, with one corner tucked carelessly into his equally loose belt.
The handmade leather belt was tied randomly at this moment, a little crooked, losing its usual neatness.
The black hair on Gu Chengyu's forehead had not yet dried and was casually draped above his brow bone.
His handsome face was less angry than before, but had a bit of wildness that had not yet completely faded, and an unsatisfied bravery.
Su Qianqian, who was held in his arms, was completely exhausted.
She curled up limply in his arms, her arms around his neck, her little face buried deep in the crook of his neck, revealing only her blushed and sweaty profile.
The originally loose fishbone braid had long since fallen apart, and the long black hair was messily stuck to the snow-white neck and temples.
The blue dress was also wrapped around her body carelessly, with one sleeve not put on, revealing the girl's fair shoulders. There were some glaring red marks on the snow-white skin of her shoulder sockets, spreading all the way down.
As for the calves that were half covered by the skirt, there were also ambiguous traces of kissing.
Further down was a pair of delicate and exquisite jade feet, but now they were empty, without even the socks.
There was a red finger mark on the slender ankle, branded on the snow-white skin, silently telling the story of the battle just now.
The two got on the elevator, and the rear door of the Maybach in the garage was still open.
Inside the car, one could vaguely see a ball of soft white fabric belonging to the girl, pitifully forgotten by its owner in the corner of the leather seat.
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