Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

"Hey, is there anyone in this cubicle? I've been here twice and the door is locked." A colleague suddenly asked.

Fu Liang immediately covered Song Jingyuan's mouth reflexively, the veins on the forehead were protruding, and beads of sweat condensed on it like dew on the branches and leaves.

The corners of Song Jingyuan's lips hooked lightly in his palm.

The colleague who was walking with him also wondered: "There must be someone? I just heard a voice inside, but this person has been there for too long, who is inside?"

Fu Liang's nerves tensed even more, and his breathing became more rapid and restless.

But at this moment, Song Jingyuan deliberately stretched out his tongue and licked his palm, the uncomfortable wetness made him let go immediately, and gouged out Song Jingyuan's dissatisfied look.

This person really didn't make him feel at ease.

Unexpectedly, Song Jingyuan chuckled lightly and said, "It's me, what's the matter?"

Although he was yelling at the door, his clear eyes were fixed on Fu Liang, and Fu Liang's heartbeat was so frightened that he missed a whole beat.

"Oh, the young master is inside. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's leave now, leave now."

The colleagues apologized in a panic and walked out of the bathroom quickly.

Fu Liang exhaled lightly, but he was not sure if there were still people in the surrounding compartments, so he didn't dare to speak.

Song Jingyuan kissed his cheek flirtatiously, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Fu Liang's temples twitched: I'm afraid of your sister.

Just as he was upset, Song Jingyuan raised one corner of his lips, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes...

……

Song Jingyuan begged in a low voice: "Stay with me for a while longer."

Fu Liang was a little soft-hearted at first, but at this moment the mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang artificially.

His nerves trembled, and he quickly pulled away from Song Jingyuan's body, quickly put on the underwear, and then answered the phone while pulling up his trousers: "Hello, what's the matter? Oh...it's in the bathroom, okay, come here right away."

Fu Liang hung up the phone and put it in his trouser pocket, rubbed the shirt into his trousers in a hurry...

Song Jingyuan tidied his trousers slowly and said with a soft smile, "Do you need my help?"

"To shut up."

Fu Liang deliberately lowered his voice, and left the cubicle before Song Jingyuan.

Noticing that his face was flushed in the mirror and wanted to be dissatisfied, Fu Liang hurried to the sink, took a handful of cold water, washed his face and washed his hands, until the redness on his face gradually faded, he straightened up, straightened his tie, and turned around walk out quickly.

On the other hand, Song Jingyuan was leaning against the doorframe of the cubicle with his hands on his chest, his long legs crossed intentionally, and the toe of his left leg wrapped around his right leg and tapped gently on the ground, looking at Fu Liang leisurely.

Fu Liang walked out of the bathroom and escaped his sight to pursue him. The heartbeat in his chest was beating wildly. Song Jingyuan really... made him helpless.

Before he reached the general manager's office, the phone in his pocket rang again, this time it was a WeChat notification.

……

Fu Liang was so angry that he had a toothache.

He had just put away his mobile phone and walked into the office sofa to sit down for less than 2 minutes, Song Jingyuan and him sent him another message as if they had a tacit understanding.

Song Jingyuan: "The place is not good this time, let's go to the hotel next time, I have booked a room, you must be on time for the appointment." >>

Fu Liang stared at the line of words on the phone screen, his eyes narrowed slightly, feeling as if he had been tricked.

Does he... really need this opportunity! ?

One Thursday at noon, Fu Liang went out to eat hot pot with his classmates and came home. He hurriedly took a shower and lay on the bed preparing for an afternoon nap, when Dad Song called.

Fu Liang picked up the phone in annoyance, and was even more upset when he saw that it was Dad Song's call.

Dad Song: "Hey, Xiaoliang, I'm calling you for nothing but to know what Xiaojing means? Ms. Su has asked him out several times and he doesn't care about him."

Fu Liang pinched the bridge of his nose, and after a little deliberation, he said, "Uncle Song, don't worry, Xiao Jing is just shy, I'm already doing his work, and he still has a little affection for Miss Su."

He explained against his will that in order to complete the BE mission, Fu Liang would have to make up no matter how sad he is. After all, he is not from this world. Even if he fell in love with Song Jingyuan, he would not be able to be with him. It would be easier to complete the mission and leave as soon as possible.

Father Song heaved a sigh of relief, with a relieved tone: "Really? Then I don't worry, Miss Su is free this week and weekend, and I want Xiaojing to confirm the time. She came to find a place, and the two of them will meet outside. Can you help me?" I asked Xiaojing if he wanted to set it on Saturday or Sunday, he doesn’t answer my calls at all now, he just listens to you.”

Fu Liang's heart ached even more, and he hung up the phone after a few perfunctory "hmm".

After receiving Dad Song's call, he couldn't fall asleep anymore, and the drowsiness from his afternoon nap was shattered to the point that there was no dregs left.

He stared at the ceiling in a daze, opened his eyes in a daze for more than ten minutes, took his mobile phone, and clicked into Song Jingyuan's WeChat: "I want to fulfill my third promise. Where is the hotel double room you booked?"

……

Song Jingyuan: "Wait and see..."

This wechat is so sensual that Fu Liang's earlobe turns red just looking at it.

In less than 2 minutes, Song Jingyuan sent the hotel address and room number.

Song Jingyuan: "Mengtang six-star hotel? Send the location."

……

Song Jingyuan: "It's all the same, don't you understand? I'm only playing hooligans with you."

Fu Liang rubbed his temples and sat up from the bed. He clearly felt that he was also going farther and farther on the road of "crazy". Biased.

He was wearing a black peaked cap, a black mask, loose long white short sleeves and ripped jeans, with only a mobile phone in his pocket.

After all, he was going to a place like a hotel, so he had to be very careful not to be bumped into.