Chapter 56: .Republic of China Chronicle 12

Jiang Fu woke up faintly, and closed his eyes tightly by the bright light. Someone eagerly touched his face as he calmed down. ---End of this Tanmei, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw)))
Jiang Fu opened his eyes and saw Du Qi with a look of addiction.
Compared with the gentle and elegant mood of the time, Du Qi in front of him has been a lot of disappointment, even his clothes are full of frayed frays, without the usual finesse of picking and choosing, the hypocrisy in his eyebrows has been completely transformed into gloomy Of malice.
Seeing Jiang Fu wake up, he couldn't help but smile proudly.
"You still fell into my hands, second master."
Jiang Fu glanced at the room. This is no longer Mrs. Magnolia's place. The closed room reveals some shabby simplicity. Presumably this is where Du Qi is now desperate.
When he glanced over his clothes inadvertently, he was taken aback.
Du Qi, who was staring closely at his expression, seemed to have been waiting to see his reaction at this time for a long time, his excited voice overflowed with a strong maliciousness, and the infatuation on his face was wrapped in disgusting greed.
His breathing suddenly became muddy and heavy, as if he could no longer bear too much stimulation, but this imaginative scene made his heart beat almost out of his chest.
Jiang Fu hung his eyes and said nothing, his thick eyelashes dropped a shallow shadow on his greasy eyelids, and his lips were deliberately painted with a layer of dull red, without the dusty air of those dancing girls, but better than them. The beauty is more thrilling.
He pressed his lips tightly, showing some helpless weakness.
The malachite green cheongsam closely outlines his flexible waist and long figure, with fine stitches and fine texture.
A quiet person is like a beautiful siren sitting alone on a reef in the endless deep sea. With her blue eyes cast a careless glance, it can lead countless sailors to jump into the water and consume all their lives to swim towards her. In the past, just to touch that little unfinished light.
It is also like dense seaweed entangled, people only touch the ghost and ghost and give up the idea of ​​lifelong escape.
When Du Qi met Jiang Fu for the first time, he was deeply trapped.
The second master with such a high status and such a powerful power turned out to be a beautiful and beautiful young man. Du Qi had a lot of rabbit masters, but he had never met such a person who could instantly give him a strong desire to conquer.
It makes people want to cry such a beautiful person, and then smash them.
Du Qi worked hard for this for four years. His foundation in Beicheng was too weak, so he united with other ambitious upstarts to seize the power of Beicheng inch by inch until Jiang Fu had no way out.
He originally wanted to reappear to save Jiang Fu at a moment of despair and helplessness. He even secretly guessed countless times that Jiang Fu would be grateful to him at that time, or he was unwilling to commit himself to himself in order to survive.
It's just that he didn't expect that a Yuan Chen would suddenly appear and grab Jiang Fu abruptly.
And Jiang Fu seems to be willing.
The old hatred and the new hatred rushed into his heart, and the burned Du Qi put all his reason behind, he firmly grasped Jiang Fu's slender and white thighs, tore the black lace stockings a little bit, and his sullen eyes showed Unbridled gruesome.
"Second Lord, please beg me, I will be gentle with you."
The design of the exquisite cheongsam that splits from a height made Jiang Fu shrink his feet slightly. He met Du Qi's compelling gaze and suddenly asked.
"Where is Zhou's family?"
Du Qi did not expect that Jiang Fu would ask him irrelevant questions in such a restricted situation.
All the beautiful thoughts disappeared in an instant, he replied subconsciously.
"The Zhou family is not in Beicheng, they are in the sea to the south"
Suddenly realizing that he was being confused, Du Qi's expression suddenly changed, he grabbed Jiang Fu by the neckline in sullenness, and sneered.
"The second master is really worried, and he still has the heart to help Zhou Zhi."
Jiang Fu lifted his eyes and looked at him, and said sharply.
"You know about his family."
Du Qi didn't answer any more vigilantly. His strength was too rude. Two buttons on Jiang Fu's cheongsam flap collapsed, revealing a small patch of dazzling white.
It's just that the white is already dirty.
Du Qi's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was suddenly stimulated. He suddenly got up and went to the table on the side to get a water cup that had been prepared long ago, walked over quickly, pinched Jiang Fu's chin and poured it into his mouth.
The water caught off guard was greasy and weird, Jiang Fu was alert, struggling to turn his head to avoid.
But Du Qi forced him to drink a full glass of water like he was mad. Jiang Fu was choked and leaned sideways on the bed to cough. His throat was so sweet and astringent that it was blocked by a block of honey.
Du Qi slammed the water glass to the ground, and the crisp sound of cracking overlapped with Jiang Fu's fragile cough, entangled with inexplicable strange pleasure.
Jiang Fu was choked with physiological tears, and his chin was pinched by Du Qi with blue and red marks, as if the exquisite and precious jade white porcelain was splashed with inexhaustible ink.
Du Qi tugged his hair, his fierce voice overflowed with extreme joy.
"Second Lord, you are here to enjoy yourself. Guess if I come back, will you ask me to touch you?"
Jiang Fu frowned slightly, as if he was enduring some kind of trembling pain.
He looked at Du Qi coldly, and squeezed a word from his teeth.
"roll."
Maybe it was certain that Jiang Fu had become a plaything to be slaughtered, Du Qi didn't embarrass him any more, and left the room hurriedly after a few more cruel words.
In the quiet room, the speed of the heartbeat almost broke through the thin eardrum.
Jiang Fu closed his eyes tightly, his thick eyelashes were soaked with cold sweat on his forehead, like a small butterfly with its wings wet in a storm.
He hunched up tightly, his white fingers convulsed, clutching the wrinkled cheongsam, his face was wet with sweat, and it looked like he was crying.
The faint malachite green lined his graceful posture, his flexible back gradually drenched, the rising heat silently smoked in the cramped room, even the air was panting and softening.
The time of suffering was pulled as long and hopeless as butter. Jiang Fu's whole body was horrified. He opened his mouth and bit his arm. The heat between his nose and wings was like boiling lava, making his hands and feet numb.
It took a long time before he dullly heard the familiar voice beside him.
Deep, but hurried.
"Orange orange, orange orange."
Yuan Chen's brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was gloomy and terrifying.
He put his hands through Jiang Fu's neck and knees, bent over and hugged the unconscious person.
Jiang Fu's head was weakly pressed against his chest, and his trembling hands slowly grabbed his buttons. The sound was soft and trembling.
"Don't, don't go out."
Yuan Chen lowered his head and looked into his moist eyes that would shatter with a light stump. After a few seconds of silence, he asked in a low voice.
"I will hold you back to the mansion now, is it too late?"
Jiang Fu blinked slowly, and the wet tears fell into the black temples along the corner of his eyes.
He seemed to be embarrassed and buried his head in Yuan Chen's arms, but his white knuckles were still holding the buttons on Yuan Chen's chest like a straw. The extremely small voice was wrapped in a muffled cry, as if being forced to him. Little animals on the cliff.
Helpless and pitiful.
"That's too late."
After Yuan Chen's subordinates settled the defeated group of Du Qi and the other upstarts, they stood at the gate and waited for Yuan Chen to come out without saying a word.
About two hours later, the painted door finally opened. Yuan Chen, with a cold expression, walked out holding the person wrapped in cotton blankets and walked straight to the black car parked outside.
After opening the door of the back seat, Yuan Chen cautiously protected the people in the cotton blanket and sat in.
The subordinates who followed did not dare to look more, but their eyes dropped into the back seat. The moment they got into the back seat, a corner of torn malachite green exposed from under the cotton blanket, and a shiny white greasy Feet.
Every inch of bones is carved just right, the arched back of the foot is curved into a beautiful arc, and a thin layer of skin reveals dark blue blood vessels, the toes are round and lovely, and they are curled up unconsciously, as if they were a human being. My heart scratched hard.
And the deep hickey on it, people just glanced at it and immediately suppressed the absurd distractions in their heart.
Yuan Ye's people can't move.
When he returned to the mansion, Wen Xi was making a phone call in the living room, seeing Yuan Chen walking in with a cotton blanket, and asked strangely.
"Why did you come back with a quilt?"
After Yuan Chen came closer, he saw the soft black head protruding from the cotton blanket, and after smelling the strong smell from the quilt, his face suddenly changed.
Yuan Chen stared at him expressionlessly, his deep eyes were full of chills.
"Du Qi first hand it over to you, he has news that Zhou Zhi wants to know, and he will return it to me after asking."
Wen Xi was stunned by his horrifying expression, and nodded subconsciously after listening to his instructions.
After Yuan Chen disappeared in the corner of the second floor, he reacted with hindsight, his face suddenly became ugly, and he couldn't hold his face.
He threw the microphone aside with a bang, letting his men over there still tremblingly report the affairs of the South. After striding up the stairs impatiently, he paused hesitantly, frowned for a moment, and walked towards his bedroom.
Zhou Zhi was lying on the bed in his bedroom and flipping through the newspaper. He turned his head when he heard him back, showing a sweet smile.
"Aren't you going out? Why are you back again?"
Wen Xi is not a tactful and roundabout temper. He stared at Zhou Zhi's innocent look and asked suspiciously.
"Who is Du Qi?"
Zhou Zhi's face turned pale.
After cleaning the people from the inside out, Yuan Chen hugged Jiang Fu and lay on the soft bed.
He pulled Jiang Fu's wet hair and asked gently.
"Is there anything uncomfortable?"
Jiang Fu's blush was flushing, and his spirit was a little more awake than before, but he showed a little sleepy fatigue.
"Just so tired."
He murmured, blinking slowly, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.
"Don't sleep, wait until I dry your hair."
Yuan Chen put his head on his arm, and gently wiped the dripping ends of his hair with a dry towel with the other hand.
Jiang Fu was resting on his arm, his sleepy voice was listless, but he still waited for him.
He tried hard to open his eyes, ignorant and cute, Yuan Chen's expression softened a lot, and he took the initiative to start a conversation.
"Autumn is about to begin. The autumn and winter in North City are very cold. Do you want to go to the south to take a look?"
Jiang Fu's attention shifted with him. After thinking about it, he nodded and asked curiously.
"Is it warm in the south?"
"Well, the South is very different from the North City. After a while, let's go with Wen Xi, so that we can join him and Zhou Zhi's wedding."
Jiang Fu's eyes brightened, like a child who looked forward to being taken out to play by his parents, eagerly hooked Yuan Chen's finger and scratched softly.
"But what about Beicheng?"
Yuan Chen smiled and replied gently.
"Don't worry, I will take care of everything before I leave. My confidant is very capable, so it's no problem to leave it to them."
Jiang Fu has lived in Beicheng since he was a child, and because of the responsibility of protecting Beicheng, he has never been to other places.
Now that he finally had a chance to play with Sa Huan, he was extremely happy, and he kept asking Yuan Chen joyfully what the South was like.
Jiang Fu had just taken a bath, his whole body was clean and charming, and the quilt wrapped in it would slide down slightly, revealing his mottled and white skin, with unconscious temptation.
Yuan Chen was dizzy and distressed, he added gravity and pressed Jiang Fu's shoulders, threatening in a deep voice.
"Don't move, do you want to sleep tonight?"
Jiang Fu had been by him for too long before, and he immediately dared not move when he heard the words. He showed a pair of dark eyes, looked at Yuan Chen who was dedicated to wiping his hair, and suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Do you like cheongsam very much?"
Yuan Chen's movements stopped.
"Why did you ask so?"
Jiang Fu still stared at him, his face a little red, but his laughter was full of sly pride.
"When you got me just now, it was a lot more intense than before, I can feel it."
Yuan Chen also smiled, he put the slightly moist towel to one side, stretched out his hand to brush Fu Jiangfu's hair, and then lay down.
The eyes that looked at him were deep and black, and they were full of tender affection to overflow.
"Because it's you, it's so beautiful."
Jiang Fu leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then said quietly.
"Then I will secretly wear it to you in the future. I will wear whatever color you like."
Yuan Chen pressed him tighter, and the vigorous heartbeat seemed to merge through the thin skin.
He kissed Jiang Fu's smooth forehead and said gently.
"Well, just wear it for me."
Tired sleepiness flooded up like a gentle tide, Jiang Fu rubbed his eyes, and his mutter became soft.
"Okay, just wear it for you and no one can see it"
Seeing his face gradually fall into a peaceful deep sleep, Yuan Chen clasped his hands and clasped his fingers, earnestly emphasized in a low voice.
"No one else can watch. Orange is mine."
After speaking, he couldn't help showing a contented smile, and closed his eyes against Jiang Fu's forehead.
After Wen Xi asked about the Zhou family from Du Qi, he returned the dying Du Qi to Yuanchen.
Many wealthy children in Beicheng like to raise a Rabbit Master for fun. Yuan Chen sent someone to give Du Qi to a partner of him. The man didn’t like the obedient Rabbit Master, but preferred to use abnormal means to plunder. Hard bones coming over.
He gladly accepted Yuanchen's gift and promised not to let Du Qi have a very happy life.
As for the other upstarts who tried to unite with Du Qi to bring down Jiang Fu, Yuan Chen didn't have any mercy this time and used some means to clean up.
As for Mrs. Yulan and Yue Lu, who were lucky enough to have their lives, they were silently and permanently expelled from Beicheng.
Jiang Fu didn't know what was going on between Wen Xi and Zhou Zhi, but when he saw Zhou Zhi again a few days later, the dark worries between his brows had disappeared a lot, and there was no haze in his innocence when he laughed.
When he talked to Wen Xi, he cared a little bit more that he didn't even notice.
I occasionally caught a glimpse of Wen Xi talking on the phone. Although Zhou Zhi was sitting at the gate of the courtyard teasing flowers and plants, his ears were tight, and he seriously overheard Wen Xi's speech.
Wen Xi naturally didn't notice it, but Jiang Fu, who came down from the second floor, could see clearly.
After Wen Xi made the phone call, he walked towards Zhou Zhi to talk to him. Zhou Zhi's tone was absent, but his eyes were bright like a shy puppy.
Jiang Fu, who walked down half of the stairs, thought for a while and quietly went upstairs again, leaving space for the two to be alone.
After everything was resolved, the weather gradually turned cooler and the four of them returned to the south together.
The climate in the south is warm like spring, the landscape is beautiful, and the mountains and rivers are quiet, completely different from that of the North City.
Yuan Chen had no place to live in the south, so he and Jiang Fu lived in Wenxi's villa.
On weekdays, the two of them went out to wander around and played all the fun places in the south. When winter came, Wenxi and Zhou Zhi returned to Beicheng because Zhou Zhi hadn’t seen snow since he was a child and wanted to take a look at Beicheng. Snow.
So Wen Xi's affairs in the south were temporarily handed over to Yuan Chen, and Jiang Fu stayed with him.
When the spring came, Yuan Chen and Jiang Fu returned to Beicheng. Wen Gongguan had been renamed Yuan Gongguan. Jiang Fu knew that his boring and careful thinking was making trouble, and he smiled and said nothing.
Every winter, they visit each other with Wen Xi, and eat together for reunion dinner in the Spring Festival every year.
After Wen Xi saw the brand-new plaque, he grunted irritably and walked in with Zhou Zhi's hand.
This is the home of Yuan Chen and Jiang Fu, and his home is in the south.
Soon, Yuan Chen held a huge wedding in Beicheng and invited all Beicheng people.
On the same day, many big figures came to join in, and the person who had accepted Du Qi brought him over. Du Qi's expression was docile, and he followed him silently, without daring to look at Jiang Fu from beginning to end.
And in the evening when he left the field, when Jiang Fu got into the black car to prepare to go back to the Yuan Mansion with Yuan Chen, he caught a glimpse of a small rouge box beside the flowerbed at the door, with only a few shallow brocades left on the lid. The woman's back was rubbed into a glowing white, and she was left there alone.
Yuan Chen, who was at the door of the car, asked him suspiciously.
Jiang Fu retracted his gaze, kissed his face openly, and said with a smile.
"Nothing, let's go home."
The black car drove smoothly in the direction of Yuan Gongguan, and soon disappeared into the bustling street.