City of Streamer

However, because of these words, Rong Jiashang's muscles suddenly tightened, and he couldn't take it anymore. He rushed over and hugged his lover tightly, sucking her lips hard, pushing the hard heat into her wet and soft hot. Feng Shizhen trembled under him, raised his hair and murmured intolerably. Rong Jia bit her slender neck, leaving a string of red marks on the snow-white skin.

"Is that so? Do you like it?"

"I like it." Feng Shizhen's sweaty fingertips traced the outline of Rong Jiashang Qingjun, and his lips were placed on his forehead, "Jiashang, I am yours..."

At this moment, Rong Jia was so impulsive that he almost wanted to cry. He hated that he was too young, and his self-control was far less than he thought. He felt that if Feng Shizhen said a few more words, he would not be able to bear it anymore. He didn't even know that this woman was so provocative that she could easily drive him crazy.

"Jia Shang..." Feng Shizhen kissed him confusedly, "I like..."

"Stop teasing me!" Rong Jiashang quickly kissed the lips of the person below him, sealing off the words that would make him lose control.

Feng Shizhen stared at him with mist-covered eyes and smiled, like a peony blooming leisurely.

Rong Jia finally discarded his armor and armor, and gave up his calm pace. When the last piece of clothing between the two slipped on the carpet, he leaned over to embrace the sweaty soft body, and plunged into the boundless sea of ​​desire. #####

one two six

A carnival continued into the night. The bed was messy, and the water in the bathroom was pattering.

In the bathtub, Rong Jia leaned on Feng Shizhen's arms, with a contented and lazy face, like a full leopard acting like a spoiled child in the owner's arms. Feng Shizhen was shampooing his hair with gentle movements, white foam on his hands.

"Speaking of which," Feng Shizhen said suddenly, "you just followed me to Nanjing. What about your family? Isn't your father still in the hospital?"

Rong Jiashang opened his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I've arranged it all."

"Why am I worried about the Rong family?" Feng Shizhen sneered softly, "It's just that Fang Lin and Fang Hua are okay?"

"I also want to thank you for saving Fanghua." Rong Jia took Feng Shizhen's hand and pressed it on his chest.

"I don't think I saved her." Feng Shizhen pulled his hand back. "If it could have been earlier, she wouldn't have been hurt that much."

"You have tried your best." Rong Jiashang turned around, "I am her eldest brother, and it is my duty to protect her. It is my fault that she is injured. She told me that you solved the person who insulted her, But you should know that this hatred can't just be left alone."

Feng Shizhen lowered his head and did not speak.

"Look at me, Shizhen." Rong Jiashang held up her face and kissed her forehead, "This is a grievance between the Rong family and the Meng family. You did nothing wrong."

Feng Shizhen forced a smile, "I'm making a mistake now."

Rong Jiashang said, "I am your fault, but you are the most correct thing I have ever done."

"How many years have you lived? Is it too early to use the word 'most'?" Feng Shizhen turned on the shower with a smile and flushed the foam off Rong Jiashang's head.

That night, Feng Shizhen slept soundly. The man's young, strong and hot body embraced her, bringing an indescribable comfort and reassurance. For the first time, she fell asleep in the arms of a man, but it was as natural as she had done it thousands of times. It seems that they were originally together, but they lost each other in the middle, and then after untold hardships, they found each other again.

When it was dawn, the alarm clock rang.

As soon as Feng Shizhen moved, Rong Jiashang passed over her and reached out to turn off the alarm clock.

Feng Shizhen said in a daze: "I'm about to get up... Go to Pukou to catch the train..."

"No hurry." Rong Jiashang restrained her soft and boneless body with his arms, and kissed her lips, like a person who had been hungry all night and finally got a bowl of nectar.

Feng Shizhen felt as if he was immersed in the warm spring water, his body was languid, and his body was full of numbness and comfort. She sighed contentedly, raised her arms and wrapped her arms around the strong shoulders of her body, allowing herself to be penetrated by a strong and burning force.

The early morning love is gentle and tender, full of intimate ears and temples, broken kisses whispering. Rong Jiashang did it patiently and meticulously, staring at every subtle expression on the face of the person below him under the dim light of the room. He seemed to be playing a song of morning light, and he seemed to be savoring the most delicate dish. He was pious and serious, and felt the gifts God gave him with his body.

Feng Shizhen was panting in the rush of the tide, half asleep and half awake, feeling as if he was dreaming, until the climax hit, like a sharp blade piercing his chest, provoking a violent reaction.

Rong Jia's tight back was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the two of them hugged each other tightly, panting for a long time, reminiscing about the wonderful aftertaste.

Rong Jia was full of energy after eating the marrow, and after a while, he was entangled again, licking and arching on Feng Shizhen's body, like a puppy looking for food.

Feng Shizhen couldn't help laughing, and he was reluctant to push him away, so he coaxed softly, "I really have to catch the train. At the latest, I can get to Peiping the day after tomorrow."

"You don't need to be so troublesome." Rong Jia's fingers played with the ends of his hair, and smiled, "Peiping is freezing, so let's stay in Nanjing for two more days. I have a way to get you to Peiping on time."

Feng Shizhen was puzzled and wanted to ask further, but Rong Jiashang leaned over and blocked her lips.

In the end, Feng Shizhen was really coaxed by Rong Jia and stayed in Nanjing.

Nanjing is not as prosperous as Shanghai, but it is an ancient capital with a strong heritage. Feng Shizhen still planned a little, thinking that they could visit places of interest and historic sites during the day and taste the local specialties, so that it would be worthwhile to stay for two days. But all the plans came to naught at Rong Jiashang's place.

A young man in his twenties, full of vigor, first taste of cloud and rain, and deeply in love with each other, he is very unrestrained.

Rong Jiashang only knew that he would throw his lover on the bed after eating and drinking, and then he didn't care about anything. Feng Shizhen tried to protest twice at first, but found that his strength was useless here. And love made her extra soft-hearted towards Rong Jiashang, and couldn't help but want to meet all his needs.

I don't know when it gets dark and when it gets bright again. I only know that the eyes of my lover are so bright in the dark, and I only know that there is no light to draw the charming outline of the other party.

The body will be tired, but there is always a sense of urgency in the heart. Desperately wanting to get closer to the other party, eager to ask for something more. No one knows when the separation will come, but they all know that such a day is one day less.

So every love is like there is no future. Carefree, unrestrained, devoted, lingering, as if to the end of the world.

In this city where no one knew them, they spent a short two days without restraint.

On the morning of the third day, Feng Shizhen firmly pushed away the lover who came over to beg again, got up to change clothes, and packed his luggage.

Rong Jia was lying on the bed in the upper half, watching Feng Shizhen walk lightly in the room. She was wearing a thin and wide cheongsam, and her slender waist appeared and disappeared when she walked, which made his blood a little restless.

The company of these few days has given him a lot of understanding of Feng Shizhen that he never had before. It's like watching a beautiful painting from a distance, but now I can finally walk up to it and see the brushstrokes and details in the painting.

Feng Shizhen likes blue, and most of his dresses are this color. She likes spicy food, and she doesn't change her face even when she eats Hunan cuisine. In addition to being a good bridge player, she also plays a little piano. She doesn't like to study clothes and perfumes like other girls. She likes mathematics, solves problems when she has nothing to do, and likes foreign suspense novels. The two of them are always snuggling together in the lingering aftertaste, arguing about who the murderer in the book is. The one who is wrong will be punished willingly.

Feng Shizhen had a calm and steady temperament, which made Rong Jiashang feel very at ease. It was as if time had slowed down with her, and the things that were troubling him suddenly became less important. He stood by Feng Shizhen's side, like a tree bathed in sunlight, with its branches and leaves stretched and prosperous.

Feng Shizhen put on makeup in front of the mirror and put on a bright lipstick that Rong Jiashang bought for her in the department store yesterday. Rong Jia walked up behind her, hugged her, and pressed his warm lips to her cool neck.

"Stop making trouble." Feng Shizhen endured the restlessness and said in a hoarse voice, "If I don't go to Peiping again, my eldest brother won't receive my telegram and will worry about me."

Rong Jiashang hummed vaguely and said, "I'll accompany you to Peiping."

Feng Shizhen turned around in surprise, "You still want to follow me to Peiping? Then you really left the Shanghai thing? Although I don't care, but your father is lying in a coma in the hospital right now?"

"When he wakes up, my people will notify me." Rong Jiashang turned Feng Shizhen over, put a necklace on her, held her in his arms, and looked at the inseparable two people in the mirror. "I know everything. You just have to allow me to be by your side."

Feng Shizhen raised his hand, touched his face gently, and sighed softly.

Nowadays, there is no direct train from Shanghai to Peiping. Travelers heading north, first go to Nanjing, take a ferry across the Yangtze River, take a train from Pukou to Tianjin, and then go from Tianjin to Peiping. Now Feng Shizhen has been kept by his lover for two days, and he is expected to be two days late when he arrives in Peiping. However, when Rong Jia said he could solve it, he was not boasting.

The driver of the Rong family drove the brand new car into Nanjing Xiaoying Airport.

It was a gloomy winter day, and the cold wind occasionally carried a trace of cold raindrops, giving people an inadvertent shiver. Cloud-like mist drifted over the desolate countryside, looking at it from a distance like a huge and incomparably veiled curtain that was shaken off.

Feng Shizhen got out of the car with his hat on, and looked at a snow-white private jet ahead in disbelief.

The plane was ready, the mechanic took off his gloves, shook hands with Rong Jiashang, chatted and laughed, and discussed various data of the plane.

Feng Shizhen rarely saw Rong Jiashang so happy. His smile is extraordinarily easy and wanton, as if it can illuminate the gloomy sky. He stared at the plane with a frenzy, as if the other party was his most beloved girl. He followed the mechanic under the plane, watching the lift wheels, patting the fuselage lovingly with his hands. It seems that in his eyes, this is not a metal machine, but a living creature, a human horse. He can communicate with it and love it with all his heart.

Feng Shizhen had seen Rong Jiashang follow Rong Dingkun to go to work in the company, he was cold and silent, and he followed the steps step by step. Rong Jiashang is a serious and responsible person, so no matter how much he dislikes it, he still completes the tasks assigned by his father perfectly. But this kind of enthusiasm and concentration is his soul, the driving force of his spirit, and the most charming part of him, which makes her deeply fascinated.

"Are you surprised?" Rong Jia stood on the gangway and looked down at Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen raised his head and smiled at him, "I like to see you so happy."

Rong Jiashang's eyes were full of joy and love. He stretched out his hand to Feng Shizhen, "If you want to see your man fly a plane, come with me."

This is Feng Shizhen's first time on an airplane in her life, and it is also the first time she has stepped into the cockpit of an airplane. This is a fantastic little world, from top to bottom, full of complex meters and switches.

"Hold it for me." Rong Jia took off his suit jacket and threw it into Feng Shizhen's arms. Feng Shizhen sat in the back seat crampedly and curiously, watching Rong Jia familiarly check the instrument panel and adjust those switches that he didn't know how to function. Now he's a master, gearing up to cast his magic.

"When did you learn to fly?" Feng Shizhen asked nervously.

Rong Jiashang turned around and gave her a soothing smile, "Before returning to Shanghai, I studied in Chongqing for a whole year. Don't worry, Darling, I won't drop the plane."

Feng Shizhen laughed and asked, "Where did the plane come from?"

"I borrowed it from a friend." Rong Jia said, "My father hates flying the most, he always feels unsafe."

Feng Shi really thought that Rong Dingkun should have done too much, for fear that God would chop him down from the sky.

Rong Jia whistled and put on a radio headset, then loosened his neckline and tie, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms. He smiled proudly and handsomely with the corners of his mouth pouting. He was completely a teenager who wanted to show off in front of his sweetheart.

"Are you afraid?" Rong Jiashang turned his head and asked, "I'm driving alone today."

Feng Shizhen's chest surged with warmth, leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"With you, I'm not afraid."

Rong Jiashang squeezed her hand tightly, "Shizhen, I will take good care of you."

"I know." Feng Shizhen smiled gently, "I believe you."

With the hatch closed, Rong Jia's hand deftly swiped across the dashboard and turned on the switches one by one. The engine roared, and even the seat began to vibrate slightly.

Feng Shizhen hugged Rong Jia's coat tightly and sat in the seat by the door of the cockpit. She was a little nervous on the plane for the first time, but Rong Jiashang, who was concentrating on starting the plane, immediately attracted her full attention. The young man's unhurried movements and calm and serious side all made him feel extremely at ease.

Feng Shizhen really felt that Rong Jia was mature. He grows rapidly, like green bamboo shoots in the spring rain. The boy who looked at her willfully in the study back then seemed to be her messy memory, and the steady and confident man in front of him was the real him.

The aircraft began to taxi down the runway, gradually accelerating.

Rong Jiashang turned around and looked at Feng Shizhen, his eyes were bright and burning with scorching light.

"Are you ready, Sejin? I'll take you to see the blue sky."

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath.

Rong Jia's steady hand pushed the throttle lever forward.

The plane roared toward the end of the runway, then pulled up, the rollers left the ground, and took off. This huge steel-cast machine escaped the gravity of the earth's center, spread its wings, rushed into the sky, and plunged into the dense clouds. #####

one two seven

The airflow caused the fuselage to vibrate irregularly. Feng Shizhen subconsciously clung to the armrest of the seat, his eyes fixed on Rong Jiashang's unwavering back.

"Don't be afraid. I won't let you have anything to do." Rong Jiashang turned around and cast a warm glance at Feng Shizhen in his busy schedule. His smile was like the sunlight piercing through the clouds, which instantly calmed Feng Shizhen's nervous nerves.

And Rong Jiashang's words had a magical effect. After a moment, the jolt stopped abruptly, as if it had never been generated. Immediately afterwards, the plane rushed out of the clouds, and the dazzling sunlight swayed down without any obstruction.

Feng Shizhen narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and heard Rong Jia's unbridled chuckle in his ears.

"Shizhen, look!"

Feng Shizhen opened his eyes wide and looked out the window, his pupils shrunk suddenly due to the magnificent scene in front of him.

They were flying over a sea of ​​clouds, bathed in brilliant sunlight. The sea of ​​​​clouds undulates and stretches endlessly, extending to the end of the world. And above the head is the blue sky, clear and clear like a huge crystal dome, covering all things, and also covering the insignificant them.

This is the sky that Rong Jiashang loves, so vast and wide that it can accommodate everything. How can a young man who yearns for the freedom of flying be bound by that family like a rusty shackle and drag him into hell?

Feng Shizhen suddenly had an unprecedented respect for the sky and fell in love with this freedom without restraint. She felt herself transformed into a gust of wind, the sun shining through her transparent chest and illuminating the earth. And Rong Jia is another wind. They are flying around, blowing clouds, blowing rain, and going wherever they want to go, they are no longer blocked by anything.

"Do you like it?" Rong Jia turned his head to look at Feng Shizhen, his clear eyes reflecting the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the window, "This is the scene I always wanted to show you, and I've been thinking about it for a long, long time."

"I like it!" Feng Shizhen looked at the scenery outside the window fascinatedly, and said, "Jia Shang, you said, if there are gods in the sky, are they watching us?"

"Yes." Rong Jiashang said with a smile, "God will bless us."

The plane landed smoothly at a small airport in Beiping.

It was not until his feet stepped on the ground again that Feng Shizhen realized that his heartbeat was still violent. She was a little light and airy, as if her body had fallen to the ground, but her soul had not yet returned to its place.

Peiping is much colder than Nanjing. In the middle of winter, except for the cleaned airport runway, everything is covered with snow. The cold birds forage in the countryside, and the bare branches divide the gray sky. There is no sunlight here either. The ten thousand zhang rays of light were left above the white clouds by them. Now they have returned to the earth, and continue to go on their way.

"Are you okay?" Rong Jia saw Feng Shizhen's face a little bad, and hugged her worriedly, "You seem a little airsick. I'll have someone bring you some tea."

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath of the clean and icy air behind the snow in Beiping, and looked up at the gray sky.

"What's wrong?" Rong Jiashang asked worriedly.

Feng Shizhen said: "I can really understand your heart that loves flying so much. The freedom to break free from all shackles is like opium. If you taste too much, you will become addicted."

"Oh?" Rong Jia smiled, "If you like it, if you have a chance in the future, I will take you to fly."

Rong Jiashang really arranged everything properly. The driver had been waiting outside the airport for a long time, and took Feng Shizhen directly to the railway station in Peiping, just in time for the expected arrival of the train. Feng Shixun's classmates received Feng Shizhen who pretended to get off the train at the exit, and he was not suspicious at all.

Feng Shixun's middle school classmate's surname is Zhang, and Feng Shizhen calls him Brother Zhang. Brother Zhang is short and stout, and he is very warm-hearted. Rickshaws are called rubber in Peiping. Brother Zhang called for two rubber cars, and asked Feng Shizhen to take the luggage in one, and he took the car and followed behind. Rong Jia drove the car, followed them unhurriedly, rolled down the car window and winked at Feng Shizhen with a smile.

Brother Zhang lived in a small courtyard with his newlywed wife and widowed mother, and set aside a west-facing room for Feng Shizhen to stay temporarily. Feng Shizhen took out the gifts he brought from Shanghai. He gave Brother Zhang a fountain pen brought back from Germany by Feng Shixun, and the two female relatives gave the clothes bought in the spring of Paris, which made the Zhang family especially happy.

The next day, Feng Shizhen visited Mr. and Mrs. Pei with gifts. This famous scholar lived in a small courtyard house deep in a hutong. The courtyard was neat and the house bright. Mr. Pei still likes to be lively. Feng Shizhen sat at Pei's house for more than an hour, and three students came to the door. As in Shanghai, Mr. Pei likes to see students come to his house for gatherings, discuss academics while having tea, focus on the clock, and give impassioned speeches. Feng Shizhen liked his disciples very much. He heard that she came to Peiping to find a job, and Mr. Pei asked the students to help.

A senior sister said that a teacher at the girls' school where she works has temporarily married and resigned. Now that the final exam is just around the corner, the school wants to find a teacher who can substitute for the class temporarily and help with invigilation and revision of the exam, and can provide dormitory. Feng Shizhen didn't want to disturb Senior Brother Zhang all the time, so he invited Senior Sister to have lunch, went down to the school for an interview, and was successfully accepted.

In the evening, Feng Shizhen told the Zhang family the news and bought another roast duck with vegetables. The Zhang family, young and old, liked her to be sensible and polite, and the guests of honor were very happy. The next day, Feng Shizhen said goodbye to the Zhang family and moved into the school's staff dormitory.

After sending Brother Zhang away, Feng Shizhen went to the post office and sent a telegram to Feng Shixun, then walked back slowly on the white snow.

Unfamiliar city, unfamiliar courtyard, here is completely different from the environment where she grew up, making her feel out of place. The air in the north was so cold and dry, filled with the scorch of burning coals, that irritated her still unhealed lungs. And there are not many people she knows in this city. When she was about to start her new life here, she suddenly realized that she was not ready.

Feng Shizhen felt very uneasy, as if walking on a single-plank bridge, with thick fog in front of him and a rushing river under his feet. She was afraid that she would step on the air, and that the future would not be what she expected.

Will she really like the life she had planned?

To have a stable teaching position, find an honest husband, and spend a smooth but boring life?

She used to find this kind of life very stable and easy. But now, after she has experienced the storm, will she be willing to spend the rest of her life on a mediocre life? After she knows that there are higher mountains ahead, more magnificent oceans, and even more boundless sky, she will put away her heart and ambitions with peace of mind, and live her life like a worker bee according to the trajectory of ordinary people ?

As an orphan adopted by a pharmacy family, Feng Shizhen feels that she has always been a person who knows how to be content and grateful. But at this moment, she looked at the white snow in the courtyard and the decaying withered grass in the corner, and then looked at the thick clouds in the sky, and suddenly felt unwilling.

It turned out that the sky was so high and the scenery on the clouds was so magnificent. She always encouraged Rong Jia to flap her wings and fly, but why didn't she think that she could do it too?

Feng Shizhen raised his head and stopped abruptly. Rong Jiashang, who was thinking about it, was wearing a neat and handsome suit coat, hat and gloves, standing handsomely against a black car, obviously waiting for her.

Feng Shizhen looked at his handsome lover, and a burst of strong love surged in his heart. And now she no longer needs to suppress her feelings. When Rong Jiashang walked up to her and bent down, she also raised her head and responded to his kiss.

"Is it cold?" Rong Jia took off his leather gloves and covered Feng Shizhen's hand.

Feng Shizhen shook his head and asked, "Wait for me for a long time?"

"It didn't take long." Rong Jia said grievously, "but I was afraid that your new colleague would gossip, so I didn't dare to listen to the car at the school gate."

Feng Shizhen couldn't help but laugh.

Rong Jiashang put Feng Shizhen's hand in his arms, "Are you going back to the dormitory tonight?"

Feng Shizhen picked Mei and asked, "What if not?"

"Oh." Rong Jiashang squeezed into the back seat of the car with Feng Shizhen, clasped the back of her head, and gave her a domineering and fanatical kiss.

After a while, their lips parted, and their breaths condensed into a faint white mist. Feng Shizhen pursed his lips and smiled, burying his hot face in the man's warm chest.

The female teacher who lives in a dormitory with Feng Shizhen is a native of Peiping and usually lives at home. So Feng Shizhen also lied to the dormitory that he was going to visit relatives, and followed Rong Jia to the hotel.

The two first went to the famous Donglaishun Restaurant for dinner, and then went to the theater to watch "Modern Girl" starring Shang Xiaoyun, who has been very prosperous recently. After the show, there were children selling flowers in the snow at the entrance of the theater. Rong Jia went up to see that the child was wearing ripped cotton shoes with open toes, bought all the roses with money, and gave the child an extra dollar to buy a new pair of shoes.

The child thanked him with great gratitude and said, "Mr. and Mrs. must be rich and noble, and their love is white-headed!"

Rong Jiashang's face froze, but Feng Shizhen seemed to have not heard the child's words, smiled and watched the child run away happily.

"Go back?" Feng Shizhen held the bouquet in one hand and stretched out towards Rong Jia with the other. #####

one twenty eight

Rong Jia regained his senses last time and hurriedly took her arm. The two snuggled up and walked along the snow-swept street to a hotel not far away, and they didn't talk for a while. The night in Peiping is not as prosperous as in Shanghai, and because of the snow, there are few pedestrians on the road. The silence of the two was infinitely enlarged, as if the whole city fell silent with them.

After a long time, Rong Jia said in a hoarse voice: "I want to make a promise to you, Shizhen. But I'm not yet confident that I can fulfill this promise. I'm not looking for any excuses. But I'm too young and far away. Not strong enough to hold everything for you. I..."

"Jia Shang..." Feng Shizhen said.

"I've been thinking about this for the past few days." Rong Jiashang continued, looking anxious, "I don't want to disappoint you. You gave me so much, but I found that I had nothing to give back to you... …”

"Jia Shang."

"I want to give you a lot of things, I want to give you everything I can, and I want you to be happy. I'm not my father, I'm serious about you..."

"Jia Shang!" Feng Shizhen grabbed Rong Jia Shang, blocking his way.

Rong Jiashang took a deep breath and stared at her under the dim street lamp.

Feng Shizhen looked at him and said softly, "After so many things happened, I understand a little bit. Actually, I don't want to ask you for any promise. I can be responsible for myself, and I don't need to rely on men's promises for my future life. And I've got what I want."

"What?" Rong Jia asked.

Feng Shizhen smiled, raised his hand to touch his lover's handsome face, and said, "You."

Rong Jia closed his eyes, lowered his head and rubbed her cold palm, like a loyal wolf lowering its noble head, completely surrendering to the one who conquered him.

"Did you know?" Feng Shizhen recalled happily, his beautiful face was particularly moving under the dim streetlights, "When I first saw you on the dance floor from a distance, a thought popped into my mind: How wonderful it would be to be able to fall in love with such a handsome young man. You were like a ray of light shining on a snowy mountain back then, and now, I am bathed in the light. What else can I not be satisfied with? ?"

Rong Jiashang stared at Feng Shizhen with warm waves in his eyes.

"What good do I have? A look? A dirty family business? Shizhen, I don't think I'm worthy of you."

Feng Shizhen smiled and shook his head, "I think you are smart, honest, thoughtful, affectionate and righteous. I see infinite possibilities in you. You will definitely make a difference in the future, Jiashang. I don't mean inheriting the family business. You will Otherwise, you will create your own world."

"Shizhen..." Rong Jiashang's heart beat a little out of control.

"Of course." Feng Shizhen smiled playfully, "I do love your handsome face. If you didn't have such a beautiful face, I probably wouldn't risk saving you from the Meng family's gun."

Rong Jia laughed and hugged Feng Shizhen in his arms.

"So, in the future, when I'm old and degenerate, you will empathize with me?"

"It's very possible." Feng Shizhen touched his face and smiled, "So please keep it up, Young Master Rong. Women's hearts are really fickle."

Under the illumination of the street lights, the broken snow is like a stream of fireflies that occasionally streak across the night sky. Rong Jiashang wrapped Feng Shizhen in his coat and kissed her lingeringly on the deserted street. It was freezing cold and everything was quiet, and they could clearly hear each other's intense heartbeats.

"I love you, Shizhen." Rong Jia said, "I want to be with you."

"I know." Feng Shizhen responded gently, "Nothing is permanent. All we can do is to go on seriously, do it well, and then see how fate will arrange it."

They ran back to the hotel in the snow. Rong Jiashang was afraid that Feng Shizhen would catch a cold, so he half coaxed her to drink two sips of whiskey, and then dragged her into the bathroom.

The slightly drunk Feng Shizhen looked so supple, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were covered with a layer of water, and he didn't speak, just looked at people and smiled.

With such a delicious lover in front of his eyes, how could the vigorous Young Master Rong hold back. Feng Shizhen woke up in Rong Jia's arms the next day, his body was soft and sore, and at a glance, he saw clothes and bath towels scattered all over the floor. Before she could blush, she was dragged back by her enthusiastic lover who had just woken up.

When Rong Jiashang finally had enough to eat and drink enough to let Feng Shizhen go, and came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, room service had already delivered breakfast.

Feng Shizhen huddled on the sofa and made a phone call.

"Yes, there's a phone in the dorm's office... don't worry, it's warm in the house..."

Feng Shizhen was wearing a newly made crepe cheongsam, which was just right in this warm room. The cheongsam is the latest style, with the skirt covering the knees. Her straight, slender legs were folded on the sofa cushions, her white skin glowing pearly under the soft indoor lighting.

Rong Jiashang walked over and half-kneeled by the sofa, and couldn't help leaning over to kiss the soft skin.

Feng Shizhen shrank his legs, glared at Rong Jia, and said into the microphone: "My colleagues are all very good. Anyway, it is a short-term substitute class. If you are not happy, you can just renew it next time."

Rong Jiashang lay down against Feng Shizhen, resting his head on her soft belly, like a big dog coquettish next to its owner. Feng Shizhen smiled lightly, poking his wet hair with his fingers.

"You tell mom not to worry, I can take care of myself... um, okay, goodbye eldest brother."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Shizhen leaned over and kissed Rong Jiashang's face. The two got up to have breakfast.

Midwinter and heavy snow gave people plenty of reasons not to go out, but the school did not have much work for Feng Shizhen. She was busy working for half a day during the day, so she logically moved into the suite that Rong Jia had rented and stayed with him all day.

Rong Jiashang did not come to Peiping for vacation. He also spends a lot of time dealing with company business every day, and he has to fly back to Shanghai every two or three days to hold meetings or attend business negotiations.

The borrowed private jet came in great use, which greatly facilitated Rong Jia's rushing back and forth. Early in the morning, when Feng Shizhen was still in his dreams, he set off, had breakfast on the plane, and then worked in Shanghai all day, and hurried back in the evening. Feng Shizhen always waited for him to come back, fell asleep after waiting, and was awakened by his lover's kiss.

"Go to sleep." Rong Jia said with pity.

"Don't go." Feng Shizhen raised his arm, wrapped his arms around his neck, and pulled him back to the bed.

The faint tiredness was thrown into the clouds, and the two embraced each other until there was no more fabric between them.

This is when the benefits of youthful health emerge. Rong Jia has been running around for a whole day in the daytime, and when she returns to her lover, she still has the energy to accompany her to the fullest, tirelessly.

Rong Jia had two trusted secretaries, one surnamed Huang, who stayed in Shanghai to sit for him, and the other surnamed Chen, who followed him to Peiping. They use the living room of the hotel suite as a temporary office, making phone calls and sending and receiving telegrams every day, always busy for half a day.

Feng Shizhen never asked about Rong Jiashang's work or disturbed them. She brews a pot of coffee or Darjeeling tea every day and goes out to work. After returning from get off work, she sat on the window sill in the bedroom with various novels she had picked up from the bookstore, reading quietly. #####

one two nine

Since the accident at home, Feng Shizhen has not enjoyed such a peaceful alone time for a long time. She can finally immerse herself in the world of novels as intently as she did when she was a student, or solve a few math problems in foreign science magazines. Sometimes she was so addicted that she didn't even notice when Rong Jiashang walked into the room. Rong Jiashang had to kiss her soul back, then drag her up from the sofa, urge her to comb her hair and change clothes, and take her out for dinner.

Rong Jiashang, like all men, expresses his love for a woman by spending money for her. He made new clothes for Feng Shizhen, bought jewelry, bought everything she liked, and even just looked at her twice, and worshipped her like a goddess.

Feng Shizhen accepted all the orders without pretense, and was happy to dress himself up beautifully to make Rong Jia happy. She didn't care about other people's eyes, and she went out with Rong Jia generously, not to mention how others would guess her identity. That's the advantage of being in a strange city, no one knows, no one knows you.

And although Feng Shizhen didn't agree with Meng Xian very much, he was still grateful to him for cultivating him back then. Feng Shizhen can confidently and proficiently order western food in English or French, knows how to appreciate various wines, and knows which kind of caviar from Tsarist Russia tastes the best. She is familiar with the etiquette of the upper class, with good manners and elegant speech. As long as Feng Shizhen is willing, she can dress up as a rich lady who can't pick out any flaws. After changing out of the costumes and jewelry, Feng Shizhen became himself again. That quiet and low-key, with a bit of a nerd air ~www.readwn.com~ almost needs glasses.

"What else do you want?" Rong Jia asked Feng Shizhen's fingers in the hotel with the crystal chandelier hanging.

"Let's think about it." Feng Shizhen counted the items, "I have learned spears, short knives, bows and arrows, and equestrian. You know I have been practicing Taijiquan, and later I followed a female master to some simple self-defense techniques— —Meng Xu'an just wanted to train me to be a spy, not a female killer. I also learned lock-picking and some intelligence-stealing skills. But the ability to crack passwords was something I learned when I was in college. The daily life of our math club The activity is to delve into all kinds of codes.”

"He taught you so much?" Rong Jia was a little sour.

"He asked people to teach me a lot." Feng Shizhen corrected, "He only taught me to shoot, but I am a little short-sighted, and it is not very useful to learn. He also instilled a lot of his views on me. But you know this about me. People have their own views on things, and don’t take his words seriously.”

Rong Jia said with a smile: "You are definitely a subordinate that gives Meng Xian a headache."

"I don't count as his subordinate," Feng Shizhen said, "but I do always give him a headache. He likes unconditional obedience and loyalty from others, but I like to be obedient to him and make up my own mind. When we fell out that day, I scolded him bloody. He endured and didn't strangle me, which is really good."

"He won't hurt you." Rong Jia said, "Meng Xian just likes to conquer. All he wants to destroy is the Rong family. I think he likes you."

Feng Shizhen burst out laughing.

"Meng Xu'an likes me? This man hates the whole world, it's like a grenade thrown into the stove. I don't think he likes himself, let alone anyone else. He said that I look like a boy when I was young. He, it's just empathy that makes him show mercy to me."

"Then we won't discuss him." Rong Jiashang kissed the back of Feng Shizhen's hand, "Come on, let's dance."

Feng Shizhen drank the last sip of red wine in the glass, got up and was pulled away by Rong Jia.

The time in love passes very fast, so the days of running around on both sides have passed ten days in a blink of an eye.

"Is there any news in Shanghai?" Feng Shizhen put flowers in a crystal vase and asked Rong Jia, who had just returned to his room.

"It's still the same." Rong Jiashang took off his coat, came over and kissed her forehead, "My father hasn't woken up yet. Everything is fine at your house. There is one thing I want you to know, Fanghua promised Yun Chi proposed marriage."

"What?" Feng Shizhen was surprised, "Did I miss something?"

Rong Jiashang explained: "Yunchi felt that Fanghua's accident was because he did not protect her well, and Fanghua has always liked him, so he felt that he should be responsible for Fanghua. The next day after the accident, he brought Uncle Wu to the door. He asked me about marriage. Fanghua was a little shaken at the time, and he didn't agree on the spot. Yunchi has been visiting Fanghua every day for more than half a month, giving flowers and gifts. Fanghua was obviously moved by him. "

Feng Shizhen said: "I don't know Wu Yunchi very well, do you think he is suitable for you?