Chapter 89 Rogue "I only want you..."
Shen Changfeng turned around and saw, as expected, a slight red at the corners of her eyes. Her moist black eyelashes softened the stubbornness on her face. She just looked at him, tears in her almond-shaped eyes. She was so charming and pitiful.
He really wanted to hold her in his arms, hug her tightly and kiss away the tears from her eyes, then comfort her with kind words, telling her not to worry about anything, that he would take care of everything.
Shen Changfeng leaned over slightly, getting close to her face, his gaze fixed on her tearful eyes, as if coaxing and inducing her, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Lin Meizhu looked up and said, "I want you to help me find someone."
Shen Changfeng moved his hands and asked, "It's the same if someone else is looking for you, or do you only want me?"
Lin Meizhu said: "As long as you help me..."
Shen Changfeng stared at her flawless, slender neck. His Adam's apple swallowed hard, and his eyes gradually darkened. "Say it again."
Lin Meizhu replied: "As long as you help..."
Shen Changfeng greedily sniffed the delicate fragrance of her hair and interrupted her hoarsely, "Who wants it? Tell me."
As Shen Changfeng spoke, his hot breath fanned behind her ears. She tilted her head and took two steps back, but he soon approached her again.
The latticework creaked softly, and the figures of the two people rubbing their ears together fell on the gently shaking peep show.
Lin Meizhu really hated him for being so shameless. She stammered with a hot face, "I only want you..."
Before she could finish her words, she fell into a scorching, burning chest. Shen Changfeng caressed the back of her neck and pulled her into his embrace, a strength so strong that it seemed as if he were rubbing her into his flesh. Knowing that she trusted him the most and relied on him the most, Shen Changfeng's heart blossomed with joy and ecstasy. He felt an incomparable satisfaction. The impact and satisfaction brought by gaining her recognition and dependence far surpassed any form of sexual pleasure, more lasting, more exciting, and more difficult to describe. His chest was hot and swollen, almost swollen and bursting.
Lin Meiju was held down by him and pushed into his arms. Listening to his powerful heartbeat rumbling in her ears, her whole body was stiff. She really didn't dare to move, for fear that breathing more heavily would stimulate him to do something else.
She waited for a long time, and finally felt his heartbeat gradually slow down, and waited for the words she wanted to hear most.
Shen Changfeng stroked the back of her neck with his fingertips and whispered, "I can help you."
Lin Meizhu had a premonition, and instead of relaxing, she widened her eyes like a cat that was suddenly pulled up by the scruff of its neck. Sure enough, the next moment, a warm palm moved from the back of her head to her face. Shen Changfeng caressed the soft flesh of her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her red lips, and said, "But I also have a condition..."
Qingsong had been hearing the creaking of the dilapidated building next door for a long time, and he was suspicious that the surrounding area was filled with dust. He walked out of the kitchen and took a look. The dilapidated building didn't seem to be about to collapse. With the current status of Fubo Village, they could live anywhere in the city. But for some reason, Shen Changfeng insisted that living here was the safest place and refused to move.
Hearing the continuous coughing sounds in the room, Qingsong went back to the kitchen and tinkered with it for a while. He was so hot that he was sweating profusely as he brought a bowl of soup into the room. When he walked out of Changyuan's yard, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the broken building. He was thinking about whether to say hello, but he found that Lin Meiju didn't know what she was thinking and didn't notice him at all. Maybe it was because of the heat or something, but there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks were flushed. She trotted away quickly as if she was afraid of being caught by something.
Qingsong returned to the building and found a much larger crowd. The men on the first floor were replenishing food, fodder, and water, while others were distributing ropes, short sticks, and other supplies. Everything was proceeding in a busy but orderly manner, likely due to a new, important, and urgent mission. He glanced at the portrait on the petition and felt it looked familiar, but he couldn't place the round-faced, grinning girl.
The atmosphere on the second floor was more solemn. Several brothers were interrogating several minions of the Black Wind Village with bloody whips, repeatedly confirming their routes of attack and retreat. On one side, there were several frightened men. Judging from their appearance, they should be local vendors and others who had been robbed. They were brought here to verify and supplement the situation that day.
The third floor was completely different. Qingsong was nearly blinded by the bright sunlight as he walked in. As if by magic, a set of tables and chairs appeared in the hall, and the screen was removed. The brother who was supposed to hand over the shift to Qingsong had also gone, leaving Shen Changfeng alone.
He stood with his hands behind his back, carefully examining a rural map hanging on the wall. There were several red lines drawn on it, as well as several key markings.
Qingsong followed his gaze towards the map, and suddenly heard Shen Changfeng say, "You don't have to prepare my meals anymore."
Qingsong had been running around outside for half a day and nearly fainted in the kitchen while boiling medicine for Chang Yuan. His head was like paste, and he didn't understand the hidden meaning and just casually said "yes". The brothers in the mountain stronghold all ate from the same big pot. One more portion was not much, and one less portion was not much. If he didn't want to eat, then he didn't have to eat. There were plenty of people to eat.
He looked up and saw Shen Changfeng leaning on the corner of the table, his eyes shining as he stared at him, clearly waiting for what he was going to say. Qingsong suddenly realized: Shen Changfeng must have said that he didn't need to prepare his meals during the few days he was in the city. After figuring it out, he nodded and quickly walked downstairs.
Shen Changfeng stopped him and asked, "Where are you going?"
Qingsong said, "I'll go talk to the brother in charge of food and ask him to send less food."
Shen Changfeng's mouth corners flattened, he stood up straight, and said in a tone of regret: "What I mean is that I don't have to eat with you guys anymore."
Qingsong really didn't understand why he kept emphasizing that he had a special meal. Forget it, just listen to whatever he said, so as to avoid drinking and smashing wine bottles on the terrace again. The wall of the opposite building was almost beaten bare, and it was not a good thing to always blame the kids nearby.
They stared at each other for a while, then Shen Changfeng waved his hand as if he had a headache, "Get lost!"
Qingsong went downstairs in a daze.
When counting the men and horses and preparing to set off, everyone collected dry food and water bags according to the custom. Shen Changfeng raised his palm and said, "I don't need this. I will have something else to eat when I come back."
The subordinates felt that the boss was worthy of being the boss. He was so resistant to hunger that he didn't need to eat for a long time.
After several hours of searching for clues around the market, when they returned to the dangerous building to hand over their shift, someone suggested going to a restaurant for a drink and a meal. Shen Changfeng shook his head: "No, someone prepared a midnight snack for me."
This group of rough guys looked at each other and finally reacted. They cried out, "Hey, who prepared food for you?" Someone asked, "Chief, who prepared food for you?"
Shen Changfeng felt relaxed physically and mentally, but he pretended to be mysterious and smiled without saying a word.
Lin Meizhu, from her home, saw the lights on in the attic and hurried over. She had obviously not expected so many people inside, and she stopped at the threshold. The men in tight-fitting suits all turned at the noise, their eyes widening with surprise, wonder, and a tacit understanding. Then, laughing, they retreated to the left and right. Shen Changfeng, standing at the end of the crowd, slowly turned around as if hearing someone approach, a smile hard to hide.
Qingsong finally spoke up and quietly called out from behind the crowd, "Sister-in-law is here!"
Every time Lin Meizhu took a step, someone on either side would cup their fists and shout towards her, "Hello, sister-in-law!"
Lin Meizhu was holding a food box and waving her hands repeatedly, saying, "No, I'm not the eldest sister-in-law..."
She looked towards Shen Changfeng, hoping that he could explain it out loud, but the increasingly upward curve of his lips was undoubtedly a sign of acquiescence and indulgence. The shouts of those men were as loud as a bell and so majestic that even the dust on the beams was shaken down.
Lin Meizhu felt that the nightmare had come half true, the only difference was that Shen Changfeng was not wearing wedding clothes, and she could still walk freely.
Shen Changfeng came over calmly, took the food box from her hand, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."
Lin Meiju suddenly had an urge to splash the bowl of soup in the lunch box onto the fox face in front of her, but she suppressed the thought when she thought about finding out Xiaoman's news from him.
The men behind him laughed and handed over their shifts and dispersed. Lin Meizhu followed Shen Changfeng up to the attic. After more than half an hour, she was sweating all over and tiptoed downstairs.
The corridor was a little dark. She tiptoed downstairs when a voice suddenly floated over her head: "They are not here. You don't have to worry about being discovered."
Shen Changfeng held a gauze lantern, the pale yellow candlelight fading, illuminating the attic stairs at Lin Meizhu's feet. Lin Meizhu stopped and asked, "What are you doing down here?"
Shen Changfeng said: "I'll take you back."
Lin Meizhu didn't even think about it and said, "No."
He was obviously in a good mood, his brows relaxed, a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked at Lin Meizhu's lips with a hazy look in his eyes and said slowly, "Or, don't leave tonight."
Lin Meiju gave him a cold look and went downstairs with a thud. Halfway down, she suddenly remembered something, and walked softly. She held the door with one hand, stuck her head out, and looked around with bated breath.
Shen Changfeng couldn't help laughing when he saw her looking around. "Apart from Chang Yuan, there are not many people living on this street."
Having said that, Lin Meizhu was still very cautious. Shen Changfeng always followed her to light the way. Every time Lin Meizhu chased him back, he would agree, and after saying okay, he would still follow her. Lin Meizhu was very angry but helpless. Thinking that there was nothing he could do in just a few steps, she could only quicken her pace and walk with her head down.
When they reached the bend, Shen Changfeng suddenly stopped and pointed to the road ahead and said, "Isn't it faster to go this way?" Going straight would lead to the side door.
Lin Meiju immediately said, "I'm used to walking that way." Then she started to walk to the other end.
Shen Changfeng did not move, but tilted his head slightly, as if trying to identify something, and said, "I seem to hear the neighing of a horse."
Lin Meizhu was sweating and said, "There's no horse at all. You heard it wrong. It was a dog barking."
Shen Changfeng frowned slowly and said, "No, I heard it." He looked at Lin Meizhu again, his eyes questioning, "The Jade Lion of Zhaoye was taken away by the government. Have you seen it?"
Lin Meizhu shook her head and said in a very certain tone: "No, I haven't seen it."
Shen Changfeng was a little suspicious and asked, "Why weren't you surprised at all when you heard it was gone?"
Lin Meizhu said: "Why should I be surprised..."
Shen Changfeng placed the handle of the gauze lantern in Lin Meizhu's palm and said, "I'll go take a look."
Seeing Shen Changfeng about to run over the wall, Lin Meizhu became anxious, threw away the lantern and ran forward to grab him, "No, you can't go! I don't have any horses!"
When I got closer, I found that he couldn't hold back the smile on his face. It was obvious that he was teasing me!
Lin Meizhu still had something to wonder about. It wasn't a coincidence that Zhao Ye Yu Shi came looking for her! She flung his hand away, her face darkening as she cursed, "Chen Changfeng, you're a complete liar! A damned scoundrel who's been a disaster for thousands of years!"
Shen Changfeng was shameless and admitted it openly, "You are right, I am a scoundrel, I will rely on you for the rest of my life."
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