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

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Fu Liang panted uncomfortably: "..."

It didn't end until six o'clock. Probably Song Jingyuan's conscience found out and asked the front desk to bring alcohol and cotton up to disinfect the wound on his shoulder.

He sat beside Fu Liang, and carefully sprayed alcohol spray on Fu Liang's wound: "Brother, do you hurt?"

"Fortunately."

Fu Liang's sore cheeks moved.

Song Jingyuan pursed his lips and snorted coldly, and then sprayed the alcohol spray on Fu Liang's wound violently several times.

Fu Liang gritted his teeth in pain and lightly "hissed", even his breathing became three points heavy.

Song Jingyuan asked again, his eyes still red: "Brother, does it hurt?"

Fu Liang glanced at him, and said word by word: "You, what do you mean?"

The whites of his eyes were already bloodshot from the pain.

Song Jingyuan shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows: "No matter how painful you are, it can't compare to my heartache. Brother, I think you should bear it obediently, otherwise it will hurt even more in a while."

"Uh..." Fu Liang wanted to take the alcohol spray from him, "I'll do it myself."

Song Jingyuan avoided his hand: "No, I'll do it."

His beautiful peach eyes were like blood-stained peach blossoms, staring straight at Fu Liang, with a faint smile on his lips.

Fu Liang thought for a while and wanted to withdraw his hand, because he felt ashamed, he let Song Jingyuan's temper go again.

Song Jingyuan was not polite, he even wished to pour the whole bottle of alcohol on Fu Liang's shoulder...

Because Fu Liang endured the pain, his lip was bitten by himself, bleeding beads, and the sweat rolled down the sideburns and cheekbones...

After teasing enough, Song Jingyuan slowly wiped him with alcohol, and the teeth marks were faint.

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Song Jingyuan's lips finally left reluctantly after a few minutes. His lips were stained red and moist with Fu Liang's blood, and he licked them satiatedly again: "This blood... don't waste it."

Fu Liang: "..." Were you a vampire in your previous life?

It was almost seven o'clock when the two left the hotel, and the evening wind blew across their cheeks, and Fu Liang raised his hand to touch his face and realized later: "I forgot to wear my mask."

As he spoke, he wanted to turn around and go back, but Song Jingyuan held his arm beside him: "Brother, you are not a big star, what are you afraid of?"

Fu Liang was speechless: "What did you say?"

Song Jingyuan took a step closer and looked straight at him: "Afraid that others will find out, have you ever booked a room with me in a hotel?"

Fu Liang originally wanted to block his mouth with the word "nonsense", but seeing Song Jingyuan's approaching and hot eyes, he was afraid that after the word "nonsense" was uttered, Song Jingyuan would immediately block his mouth with a kiss.

After all, Song Jingyuan has the character of "seeing the excitement is not a big deal".

Just as he was thinking, Song Jingyuan swiftly kissed his lips the moment he was fascinated by the analysis...

Fu Liang took half a step back in shock, Song Jingyuan kept tugging on his arm, and chuckled nonchalantly: "Let's go home."

Fu Liang swallowed his saliva, shook off his arms with a "hmm" and walked in front, Song Jingyuan followed behind with pursed lips.

A woman arrived at the hotel for dinner and got out of the car just in time to see the two entangled in front of the hotel. The woman was so jealous that she took out her mobile phone and recorded the video.

After Fu Liang returned home, he soaked comfortably in the bathtub, and the warm water gently stroked the scars on his body.

Song Jingyuan fell asleep on the bed in his bedroom, but he still locked the bathroom door cautiously, afraid that Song Jingyuan would break in suddenly, and he couldn't stand the trouble today.

The phone next to the bathtub vibrated suddenly, it was Dad Song again.

"Hey, Uncle Song..." Fu Liang's voice was a little dry, and he licked his lips subconsciously, "What do you want from me?"

Father Song said with relief: "Xiaoliang, I called to thank you. Thanks to your persuasion, Xiaojing has agreed to meet Miss Su. The time is on the weekend afternoon. Alas, the two of them have finally taken a step forward. This is the first step, if Xiaojing can be obedient and stay with Miss Su, then I can rest assured."

Fu Liang swallowed her saliva: "Uncle Song, don't worry, I know what to do, and I will try my best to match them."

Dad Song: "Xiaoliang, thank you so much, you are not young anymore, and I have always treated you as my own son. In fact, there is one more thing to call you. Your aunt is drinking with some ladies this afternoon. I talked about you at afternoon tea, and then I planned to..."

"Oh uncle, I'm outside now, the signal is not very good, I can't hear what you are talking about? Let's chat on WeChat if you have anything to do, and hang up first."

Fu Liang deliberately took the phone away, and immediately pressed the hang up button after speaking.

Father Song: "..."

When he heard that Father Song thanked Song Jingyuan for agreeing to meet Su Yingying, his heart ached as if he had been hit with a hammer, but no matter how painful it was, he could only continue walking along this road.

Fu Liang held his breath, and slowly slid down the bathtub until his head was buried in the warm water. This feeling of suffocation on the verge of death was like him lying in the ICU, which could make him temporarily forget his grief.

After he got up from the bathtub, he took out the water in his ears and wiped off the water vapor on the mirror with his hands. The wound on his lip had scabbed over, like a bright cinnabar mole, densely covered with white skin. The hickey left by Song Jingyuan.

Fortunately, Song Jingyuan gave him some face and didn't gnaw on his neck and arms this time, otherwise he would have to wear long sleeves and high collars in the hot weather, so how can he go out to meet people?

Fu Liang raised his hand to touch the scab on his lip, and it still hurt a little.

He put on his bathrobe and opened the bathroom door. Song Jingyuan actually leaned on the door frame with his arms on his chest. Seeing him coming out, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then turned his head to him and said, "Brother, you stayed in there for more than an hour. You passed out."

Fu Liang didn't understand what Song Jingyuan wanted to do again, and swallowed nervously: "It's okay, but I soaked for a while."

Song Jingyuan still maintained the posture of leaning against the door frame, and his eyes were still fixed on him.

"Uh..." Fu Liang raised his eyebrows and tried to be calm, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to take a shower, brother, you are blocking me."