Chapter 108: The last question about the suspender skirt: living room or bedroom? ...
The door unlocked and Luo Shu, who was waiting at the entrance, gradually came into Fang Qingzhuo's sight. She was wearing a beige silk nightgown and a lace halter dress underneath. As for the length of the dress, she didn't dare to look at it. One side of her long hair was draped over her chest, and with her cold face without makeup, she looked quite charming.
With indescribable nervousness, Fang Qingzhuo walked into the house with his long legs, closed the door with his backhand, and just as he opened his mouth, before he could utter a complete and clear syllable, he was slapped in the face.
The unconventional way of greeting him froze him for a moment, his face twisted to one side. After a moment, he slowly turned back, his expression half stunned and half aggrieved: "You missed me so late at night just to hit me?"
Maybe it's because I haven't spoken for a long time, my voice is hoarse.
This slap took Luo Shu a lot of strength, so much so that her whole arm was numb. She was silent for about five or six seconds, then rushed forward under Fang Qingzhuo's innocent gaze, pushed him against the wall, and answered his question with her action.
The movement was too fast. Fang Qingzhuo felt his back hit the switch on the back wall hard. Then, his vision went dark and his lips were covered with a slightly cool temperature that did not belong to him. Everything developed in the opposite direction of his expectations. His two lips were toyed with and ravaged, and then the tongue took over his lips.
His flexible brain almost went on strike. This kiss was much more fierce than he had imagined. It was not just a quick taste, but lasted for a long time. His mouth was full of her sweet taste, and the root of his tongue was sore. Pressing her against the wall and kissing her forcefully was not enough. She hooked her arms around his neck and pulled it down, biting and pecking him. He was stunned at first, and then thought about the intention of giving her a sweet date, but unfortunately he couldn't concentrate on two things at the same time. He simply closed his eyes and responded in a self-deprecating and lukewarm manner. In the end, he directly strangled her waist and took the initiative.
When the love reached its peak, it evolved into a secret rivalry, and the lighting in the entrance hall became a link in the struggle between the two, bright and dark, dark and bright again.
It wasn't until the buttons on his collarbone were unbuttoned to his sternum that Fang Qingzhuo suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes, intercepted the wrist that was about to move, and clasped it against his heart. His pair of deep black eyes looked at the instigator uncertainly, and his tone was a little fierce: "Do you know what you are doing now?"
"I know." Luo Shu replied immediately, her stubborn little face looking up filled with unsatisfied irritability, her tone even worse than his.
Fang Qingzhuo felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. He sorted out his thoughts again. For a moment, he even suspected that Luo Shu still liked him, but it seemed unreal. "Then did you know that I wasn't the one who sent you to the infirmary?"
"I know." The dissatisfaction in his words was evident.
Fang Qingzhuo wasn't sure if she was joking, so he leaned over and looked deep into her brown eyes, trying to find evidence of her guilty conscience after lying. However, there was no evidence at all, which clearly revealed his panic at the moment.
"Me and Shen Qianshu, who do you want?"
There were too many questions. Luo Shu wasn't used to him at all. She pulled out her warm palm and casually lifted the robe that had fallen to her arm and put it on her shoulder. "Do you want to do it or do you want an answer? Choose one."
It's so straightforward that people are not mentally prepared at all.
Fang Qingzhuo stared straight at the serious face that didn't seem to be telling a lie. His body temperature was rising, his pores were emitting heat, and even the symbols that had been dormant for a long time were awakened and clamoring.
But then again, what happens after sleeping?
Give him a slap and then give him a candy, and finally, pat him on the butt and walk away?
Seeing that the other party was hesitant to express his opinion, Luo Shu didn't plan to waste any more time. She turned around and ordered him to leave without saying anything: "Remember to close the door when you leave."
As soon as she finished speaking, her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone with great force and a bit of dominance. As her heartbeat accelerated, her cheeks were lifted up and her lips were blocked tightly.
This was the second round of passionate kissing tonight. The rustling sound of swallowing in the air was sticky and lingering, so long that even if tonight turned into the end of the world, there would be no regrets.
The two men moved in at a hurried pace. The former was trying his best to eat the hot tofu, while the latter had lost one of his slippers.
Passing the sofa, Fang Qingzhuo stopped again, picked up Luo Shu's thighs and lifted them high around his waist.
Luo Shu had almost no ability to resist, and she turned into a puddle of mud and hung on the man. Her nightgown was mostly removed, revealing her shoulders. She looked down at Fang Qingzhuo, who was dressed neatly with half a button unbuttoned. She gasped and felt disappointed. This bastard really deserved to be punished. He got the advantage and still acted ungratefully. He really deserved a beating.
Fang Qingzhuo naturally understood the addictive emotions lingering in her eyes and said with a smile, "One last question, the living room or the bedroom?"
It was the living room, not the sofa. Luo Shu immediately understood his inner thoughts. She glanced at the glass door that separated the lightning and thunder scene and decisively chose the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, her voice, half embarrassed and half annoyed, could be heard from the bedroom.
"Fang Qingzhuo, haven't you gotten over your habit of biting straws yet?
In the undisturbed room, the sound of thunder and rain covered up some ambiguous sounds. A corner of the curtain was raised, and they clung to each other in the dimly lit space.
No one noticed that a luxury sports car was parked alone at the bottom of the building for a long time. As the lights upstairs went out and the wipers restarted, it drove out of the community.
When the sky was bright, Luo Shu felt something hauntingly sticking to her before she even woke up completely.
She opened her mouth to order such behavior, but found that her voice was hoarse after uttering the first syllable.
She couldn't afford to provoke him, nor could she hide. She grabbed the quilt and pretended to hide in the corner, but when she turned over, the aches all over her body reminded her of what happened last night.
The lamp that had been on all night, the clothes scattered all over the floor, the sheets that had only been changed once, the endless courtship, the numbing scalp that reached its climax, each response in exchange for a deeper treatment, these torn memories filled her brain one by one. Thinking of the culprit, Luo Shu was furious and kicked him: "If you don't sleep, I will."
"I didn't stop you from sleeping." The satiated man next to him was kicked off the bed and sat down on the wooden floor with his arms behind his back. There were obvious scratches on his smooth chest and neck.
Luo Shu threw a pillow over to cover up a certain spot: "How can I sleep when you stare at me like a criminal?"
Fang Qingzhuo said innocently, "I just don't feel safe."
Feeling that communication was impossible, Luo Shu simply got out of bed.
"Where are you going?" This time, Fang Qingzhuo was really panicked. He quickly grabbed the slender ankle of the person passing by, and his tone was tense and sensitive that he himself had not even noticed.
Luo Shu heard the emotional shift in her words and picked up the suspender skirt on the ground and put it on as if nothing had happened: "Where else can I go? To work."
Fang Qingzhuo finally let go of his worries: "Then I'll take you there."
The thunderstorms that lasted all night washed away the traces of dirt on the road, and looking at the zebra crossing again, it was no longer possible to tell what tragedy had occurred.
Fang Qingzhuo deliberately avoided that route to send Luo Shu to work. In the rearview mirror, a van was following closely behind him. When he accelerated, the van also accelerated. After confirming that it was intentional, it calmly got rid of the red light at the last second.
Luo Shu, who was pretending to sleep in the passenger seat to avoid being with them, was completely unaware of this.
Her mind was full of scenes of Fang Qingzhuo tossing her around until midnight and then falling exhausted in her arms. His sleep was still very light, and he would still wake up suddenly in the middle of his sleep. It didn't seem like a nightmare, but more like an act of self-rescue before his breathing stopped.
So how did he torture himself into this state over the years?
Human emotions are very complex. Whether it is love or hate, only when both sides are hurt can the truest side of us be awakened.
When they arrived at the destination, Luo Shu refused to let Fang Qingzhuo send her to the door, not even to the underground garage.
Fang Qingzhuo complained softly, "Am I that incompetent?"
Luo Shu immediately replied: "Don't you have anything to do?"
Fang Qingzhuo was choked by this and became withdrawn. After a while, he retreated in a tentative tone and said, "Can I come pick you up after get off work?"
Luo Shu neither agreed nor refused. She unbuckled her seat belt and handed him her car keys: "If you're okay, go to the 4S store and drive the car home."
Looking at the car keys and house keys lying in his palms, Fang Qingzhuo was slightly stunned. The sweet taste of the past gradually filled his heart. Before Luo Shu got out of the car, he asked: "Does this count as forgiving me?"
Luo Shu's movement in pushing the car door paused, and a few seconds later, her answer and the car door were both thrown towards him.
"Fang Qingzhuo, I will never forgive you in this life."
After Fang Qingzhuo returned from the police station to learn about the situation, he was told that someone had been waiting in the office for a long time. The moment he opened the door, Zhuang He rushed over and inspected him thoroughly: "Your arms and legs are not missing. You were not hit?"
"From the tone of your voice," Fang Qingzhuo's face fell, "you seem quite regretful."
Zhuang He sighed, "One dead and twenty injured, and you didn't get hurt?"
"Don't worry." Fang Qingzhuo's mouth twitched. He walked around him and went straight to the leather sofa in the lounge area to lie down. "The probability of me getting into an accident is lower than the probability of you getting hit when you go out."
Seeing this look, Zhuang He immediately showed an expression of unnecessary concern.
On the office TV, the anchor was reporting yesterday's accident. Zhuang Heluo sat on the sofa next to him and asked seriously, "Are those rights-defending homeowners on the list of casualties?"
Fang Qingzhuo crossed her chest and crossed her legs on the armrest of the sofa: "No."
But the only person who died was a competitor who was mixed in the rights protection team. He met with an accident while escaping. This shows that oaths should not be made casually.
Zhuang He also breathed a sigh of relief for him: "Thank goodness."
Fang Qingzhuo opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the ceiling: "I just received news that the new building has resumed construction."
"It seems like this is quite a big deal," Zhuang He commented meaningfully. "After all, there's a reason for this."
Fang Qingzhuo hummed softly, "Out of humanitarianism, Yike will cover 70% of their medical expenses."
Zhuang He nodded. Just as he was about to ask about the whereabouts of the murderer, he accidentally glanced at the red scratch on his collarbone and asked, "What's wrong with your neck?"
I lowered my head and took a closer look, and saw slap marks not only on my neck, but also on my face.
Fang Qingzhuo calmly pulled up his collar to cover himself, then said two words calmly: "Leave it to yourself."
Zhuang He was very surprised: "Oh, you said you were fine, who hit you?"
The more I laughed, the more I realized something was wrong. It was clearly not an ordinary scratch. No normal person would scratch that area.
"Is this why you didn't reply last night?" The noise in my ear grew louder and louder. "No, you're not keeping your virginity anymore? What about Luo Shu? I've endured you for five years, and now I'm giving up on you. You're really stupid. Why are you so quiet? Say something, please."
Fang Qingzhuo was annoyed by his howling and sat up straight. "Shut up! Can't you let me rest? She was the one who caught me last night. Are you satisfied?"
He spoke a little fast, as if he was still feeling wronged and had given up.
Last night when the enemy was at the gates, Luo Shu started crying again, hitting and biting him.
Foreplay could be understood as flirting, but the beatings and scoldings at the critical moment were completely different in nature. He didn't want to force it, and he didn't want to make any mistakes in the relationship that had finally eased, so he stopped and observed in the dim night.
As a result, the person under him slapped him twice.
"Who told you to stop?"
"Pa" another slap.
Hearing this, Zhuang He chuckled dryly: "Why didn't you just say you two had reconciled earlier? I misunderstood."
Fang Qingzhuo pulled at her hair in frustration: "We didn't reconcile."
Zhuang He was surprised: "What?"
Fang Qingzhuo: "She seems to think I'm SpongeBob."
Zhuang He: "Why SpongeBob?"
Fang Qingzhuo: "It's the SpongeBob that she must have before sleeping."
Zhuang He: "Uh, is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
Fang Qingzhuo: "I don't know."
Zhuang He: "This..."
Fang Qingzhuo: "Before we parted, she gave me the key to her house."
Zhuang He: “…”
Fang Qingzhuo: "Do you think this is a hint?"
Zhuang He: “…”
Fang Qingzhuo: "This morning she took the initiative to invite me to have breakfast, and it was my favorite."
Zhuang He: “…”
Fang Qingzhuo: "Don't disbelieve me, she was the one who helped me take apart the disposable chopsticks."
The question-and-answer dialogue format gradually evolved into a one-man show by Fang Qingzhuo.
It was not until he heard the news about Guo Tianlin's bounty that he stopped talking to himself, raised his head, and stared into the TV with eyes that were already filled with strong fear.
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