After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Downstairs, Zhang Ma and the others went to bed, and Tudou stayed on the cat bed in her room.

Little Acacia, the light bulb, did not come back from Nancheng.

At this moment, they put aside all identities and belonged only to each other.

After Bo Hanshi had dinner, he took a shower early, and just waiting for this moment, his refreshing masculine scent completely surrounded Qiao Yu.

The moment the bathrobe fell to her feet, there was almost no hesitation, and the four lips touched and intertwined.

The touch under his palm made Bao Hanshi open his eyes slightly and look down inquiringly.

It's okay if I don't look at it, but when I look at it... my temples are pounding.

Qiao Yu's face was very hot, so she asked bravely: "Okay, does it look good?"

"..."

There was a long silence.

Bo Hanshi looked at her inch by inch, almost holding his breath, but made no move.

Qiao Yu thought he was not interested in this kind of thing, so he explained: "I bought it casually a long time ago. I wanted to give you a surprise. If you don't like it..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Bo Hanshi's eyes darkened, and his eyes fell on the pink tattoo on her chest, and his black eyes suddenly shrank slightly.

His fingers were already touching it.

There was obvious surprise in his eyes, "When did you get the tattoo?"

"After you went to country M, I was afraid that people from the Dulong Society would pretend to be me and take advantage of you, so I happened to pass by a tattoo shop and got the tattoo."

Pink tattoo, a rain of fireworks, an "S" letter.

Stimulating his eyeballs fiercely.

He lifted her upright, and Qiao Yu was unprepared. She hugged his neck with both hands to maintain her balance, and her exclamation was suddenly drowned in the deep kiss.

In this way of holding her, she was half a head taller than him. After kissing him for an unknown amount of time, she gradually sank down and was held in his arms.

Viewed from behind, the man's broad and thin back almost covered her figure, leaving only the bare hands wrapped around his neck...and two slender and shapely calves resting on his arms.

Qiao Yu rested her head on his chest, her back ached against the wall, and her fingertips dug into his muscles.

As soon as they raised their heads and their eyes met, each other's chests heaved violently, their hearts beating at the same rate, and their lips intertwined again.

Heart pounding.

……

Once desire opens its mouth, it is like a savage beast rushing out of the gate, and it cannot be stopped no matter what.

From under the bed, to the bed, from standing to lying down.

This wedding night was neither gentle nor beautiful, and even a little overtly arrogant.

It's like eight years of love and affection are all vented in this moment.

In the second half of the night, Qiao Yu's weak back was leaning on his arms, being held by him.

Bao Hanshi reached out his arm in front of her and rubbed the tattoo carefully with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Yu closed his eyes, his mind was empty, and he didn't respond: "Huh?"

"Does it hurt when you get the tattoo?"

This is what I was asking.

Qiao Yu shook his head and said in a lazy voice: "I've applied anesthesia, and there's only a little numbness when I get the tattoo."

Bo Hanshi caressed the tattoo for a long time, lowered his head to kiss her slightly sweaty forehead, and laughed hoarsely: "Silly, I won't recognize you without the tattoo."

"...I just want to get a tattoo."

"Do you like that pink fireworks shower?"

Qiao Yu was silent for a few seconds and said "Yeah".

She will always remember the way he proposed to her on the top of the mountain.

Even decades later, that scene will still bloom vividly in my mind.

Life doesn't need too many moments, just one moment is enough.

Bao Hanshi held her with one hand and pushed the soaked hair behind her ear with the other hand. He lowered his eyes and said, "Then when we wait for the wedding, I will set off a grander fireworks rain for you."

"When it's cold."

"Ok?"

"Can you be gentler next time?"

When you are cold, you need to understand: "What aspect are you referring to?"

Qiao Yu: "..."

Bo Hanshi looked at her with dark eyes, her reflection reflected in his pupils, looking affectionate and sincere: "I thought you would like it."

Extremely dark.

Qiao Yu: "…………"

Okay, I have to admit, I kind of like it.

Gentleness has a gentle taste, but when it is robbed forcefully... it seems to be another stimulus.

……

The next afternoon.

Nan Chu and Meng Jingyi were leaving the imperial capital. Qiao Yu originally planned to go alone to see them off, but he was hit so hard last night that his legs were shaking while driving.

Bo Hanshi had already guessed the cause and effect of what happened between Nan Chu and Lu Zhilu, so there was no point in avoiding it, so he sent Qiao Yu to the long-distance bus station.

Nanchu and Meng Jingyi did not choose to take a flight because the long-distance bus tickets at the passenger terminal could be purchased without real names. Even if Lu Zhilu wanted to "revenge" her, it would be difficult to find her whereabouts for a while.

They planned to take a long-distance bus to the dock in another city and then take a ship to Zhoushi.

When they were leaving, Qiao Yu couldn't help hugging her, "If you run into trouble or miss me, I can go find you. You are pregnant, so you should take good care of your body."

Nan Chu's eye circles were slightly red, and he sniffed and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa Lu has taken care of it for me. When I get to Zhoushi, someone will take care of me. Yuyu, you said someone like me, who graduated from the Journalism Department of Imperial University, , If I go to a local station like Zhoushi for an interview, I will definitely get it right!"

Qiao Yu had no doubt about him: "Of course, as long as you really want to do it, you can definitely go back to your old profession. Nan Chu, I don't wish you smooth sailing, because no one's life can be smooth sailing to the end. I wish you that in the future In those days, ride the wind and waves.”

Nan Chu looked at his long-time friend and raised his head, but tears still fell.

She and Meng Jingyi took a few steps forward.

After all, it’s nostalgia.

He turned around and ran over, hugging Qiao Yu tightly again.

Qiao Yu hugged her, comforted her, and encouraged her: "Chuchu, I'm waiting for you to come back. I'm waiting for you to be the chief news reporter of Imperial TV."

Nan Chu cried and laughed and joked: "Then you have to report on the same stage as me, we have agreed."

Qiao Yu stretched out her little finger and smiled: "Hang yourself with a hook."

Just like before, the hook is used for hanging, and it will not change for a hundred years.

Nan Chu hooked her finger, looked at Bo Han who was standing not far away, and said with a smile: "Then you have to practice your speech well, don't wait for me to come back, you will be useless."

"Okay, by the time you come back, my new restaurant should be open for business. Then you have to help me report and promote it."

Nan Chu: "Okay, I'm leaving."

Wait for her and Meng Jingyi to go away.

Qiao Yu looked at her back and called her: "Have a safe journey, Chuchu!"

This time, Nan Chu didn't look back.

He just raised his hand and waved at her without saying a word.

Over there, Bo Hanshi finished smoking a cigarette and stubbed out the cigarette butt.

After the smell of cigarette smoke dissipated with the wind, he walked to Qiao Yu and said, "It's a bit windy here, let's go."

Qiao Yu settled in place for a long time, "Waiting for their car to leave."

Bo Hanshi gathered her windbreaker for her and comforted her: "We will meet eventually, and it won't be long."