Chapter 9 Chapter Nine Love at First Sight

It seems that 1996 was not a good year. Think back then, how prestige he was in An Ning.Complacent, bossy, mad and arrogant, the overlord is alive. Today, it was cut down like a tree, and the hozens on the tree were scattered, and the stumps and roots had to be dug out.All ulterior secrets and scandals are about to be unearthed.Once the scandal is revealed, the embarrassment caused by the revelation of the scandal will be no less than that of the key criminal whose head is chained in shackles and taken to the execution ground in the movie. Spectators on both sides of the street throw stinky (and bird) eggs on his head and face.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jiaqing was beyond regret. At this time, he also saw clearly whose hands he had fallen into, and saw clearly the essence of Fu Mei.She is a piece of rusted iron, and everything that is next to her will be stained with rust by her. Fu Mei is not a xiaojiabiyu, let alone a lady from a great family. Cheng Jiaqing knew about this a long time ago. It can be said that he knew it from the moment he came into contact with her.Her way of entertaining people, her bold and cautious style, her aggressive and even somewhat wild personality, her personality of never giving up until she achieves her goals, and her talent of not getting angry even if she is humiliated by her crotch are all related to her bitter background. It is related to the experience of living in the lower class.

She was born in a dilapidated one-story house in the combination of urban and rural areas. Her father was a water worker on the railway, and her mother did not work. However, taking care of her husband and seven children made her more tired than anyone who worked hard.Fu Mei began to shuttle back and forth on the railway since she was a child, picking up coal cinders, plastic lunch boxes thrown from trains and other usable things.Sometimes, in order to pick up a piece of undamaged watermelon thrown from the car, he fought with other wild children. In the end, the watermelon was rotten and his head was broken, and the blood on the head flowed with the watermelon juice. In 1975, as the last batch of sent-down educated youths, she was transferred to Dongfeng Farm. She told Cheng Jiaqing by her pillow. of.She trusted Cheng Jiaqing, so she dedicated her experience and body to Cheng Jiaqing.He even told Cheng Jiaqing about some ridiculous private matters.

"Once, in a quiet place, I picked up a small bottle with a white liquid in it, which smelled like cod liver oil. It was a special thing. Because I was young at that time, I had never seen such a After picking it up, I ran home as quickly as if I had picked up a treasure, and showed it to my parents, but my father slapped me. After my father finished beating me, he laughed loudly, shaking his beard, and my mother I also covered my mouth and smiled. Seeing them all laughing, I became confused and felt baffled, guess what I picked up?" "It's hard to guess." "The pill."

"Ha... no wonder." When Fu Mei told this paragraph to Cheng Jiaqing, Cheng Jiaqing also burst out laughing. When Cheng Jiaqing met Fu Mei for the first time in 1992, she felt a sense of déjà vu.The first meeting between the two dates back to when he took office as the county magistrate of Anning County. The six teams of Anning County organized a special banquet to welcome the new county magistrate.That Fu Mei toasted herself three cups in a row. In the dimness, Cheng Jiaqing remembered a cup that was handed to him and a pair of big bright eyes. She was really a woman who drank too much. Cheng Jiaqing expressed sincere emotion from the bottom of her heart.From then on, he began to pay attention to her everywhere. It didn't matter if he paid attention to him, but he could see how merciful she was to him. Her bright eyes, as long as Cheng Jiaqing was present, all the brilliance ran to Cheng Jiaqing, like the setting sun Spread the sunset layer by layer on the top of the mountain.Cheng Jiaqing couldn't hold back her heart fluttering, inspired by a kind of passion, and wanted to say something special to her.But with other people present, he had to dismiss it, he could feel his face burning and his throat thirsty.Her respectful gaze made him like a Xiaoyu who was trying his hand for the first time, timid but eager to give it a try.Sometimes Cheng Jiaqing also feels distressed and ashamed because she can't tell whether it is obscene or sincere behavior.A male county magistrate and a female secretary, if they are next to each other, don't be confused.

When they first met, Cheng Jiaqing was most afraid of Fu Mei's seductive eyes that could stir up trouble.But, gradually, the hearts of each other became clear, and the eyes of the two of them were like football players of the national team playing football. In the spring of 1994, on a night when the sound of worms could see through the green window screens, Cheng Jiaqing boldly held Fu Mei's hand for the first time, taking the opportunity of discussing work without the presence of outsiders.Her hands are not like the boudoir hands that depict dragons and phoenixes, but like a man's hands, heavy and heavy with thick joints.Her palms are wide, with deep palm lines, full of sorrow and vicissitudes.Lying on their backs and writing together, repeatedly, Cheng Jiaqing caressed these hands affectionately, as fanatical as those who worshiped lotus in ancient times.His passionate blood rushed to his fingertips, and passed to her hand through his own fingertips.The two are joined together, there is no barrier between them, could it be that his dreamy psychology is at work.Cheng Jiaqing was dizzy and drunk.If he can hold those hands forever, then even in the thorny sky and thorny land, he can open up a peach blossom garden. He has this kind of confidence. When Fu Mei smiled and pulled his hand away from him, he even scolded himself "Damn, damn".

However, within two months, Cheng Jiaqing seized an opportunity. The county party committee and the county government decided to lead a team with two leaders and organize a delegation to investigate the small commodity market in Jinhua, Zhejiang. Chang Cheng Jiaqing volunteered to lead the team and recommended Fu Mei with ulterior motives. .After the organization agreed, Cheng Jiaqing made the arrangement on his own initiative.He arranged for himself and Fu Mei to take a small car each, while the rest arrived by train, and then the two roads met.No one can criticize or criticize such an arrangement.

Starting early in the morning, the two small cars raced on the national road, one in front and the other behind.Excited, Cheng Jiaqing swapped places with the driver in a playful manner, and began to control the steering wheel himself.Cheng Jiaqing can drive, but he does not have a driver's license and drives by himself. He thinks that it will be after retirement. After all, someone is driving for him now, but as soon as he gets in the car, the driver is very worried. The appearance of fear of accidents.At lunch, Cheng Jiaqing drank a little wine, and after the meal, Cheng Jiaqing's car addiction came up again.Unable to resist him, the driver had no choice but to give up the steering wheel. His eyes and hands were always vigilant, and he didn't dare to take it lightly. His nerves were highly nervous, and he thought he might as well let himself drive. Seeing Cheng Jiaqing driving happily, the driver was so happy, the driver dared not say anything.At dusk, Cheng Jiaqing's car suddenly made a left turn unexpectedly, and the car dodged towards the side of the road.Fortunately, the driver was quick and quick, and only broke a young tree. Half of the car was stuck in the field and half was hanging on the road. The driver's face turned yellow with fright.Taking a cold look, the magistrate Cheng was not injured. When a small hole was poked out of the windshield, the crack around the small hole formed a spider. number.Fu Mei's face turned pale, her expression was flustered, and she hurriedly ran towards this small car that was out of the ordinary, as if everything else was fine after the collision, except that her heart flew out of her chest. 1. The road is not much higher than the rice field, about one meter high. There are green seedlings growing in the rice field, but the tree beside the road died for no reason. The car body got stuck in the soft mud in the rice fields beside the road.The more the wheels spun, the deeper the car sank.In the end, the front wheel was almost half-sinked, and the splitter box was almost touching the surface of the soft mud. Cheng Jiaqing's driver manipulated it with difficulty like killing a cow, and he was hot and sweaty in an instant.

Seeing that Cheng Jiaqing was fine, Fu Mei's heart returned to her chest. Cheng Jiaqing's driver was fine, as long as he was fine, the car could be towed up somehow.The small car is not heavy, but the problem is that the reflection of the setting sun has sprinkled on people's noses, indicating a kind of time occupation, and I don't know if the car is broken or not.If the car is not broken, you can drag it up and go;Cheng Jiaqing immediately decided that he and Fu Mei would go first, and the two drivers would stay and deal with it. Instead of the four of them tied together and waiting, it is better to separate the two of them.Of course, there is no reason to let the county magistrate and secretary sleep in the open.The two drivers readily agreed.Fu Mei's driver was worried, and cautiously suggested: "Just let me stay alone."

Cheng Jiaqing waved her hand and said, "No, no, it's okay. I drank some wine just now, and now I'm sober. It's okay." The two drivers didn't dare to stop them, so they persuaded: "Then, you'd better be careful." Cheng Jiaqing asked Fu Mei to get into the car like a gentleman, but Fu Mei did not refuse.This surprised Cheng Jiaqing. In the car, the two hit it off immediately, but they didn't speak. The bond at first sight was based on the connection between their souls, and they didn't speak because it seemed that both parties already knew what they wanted to say.All I could hear was the rustling sound of the car blowing across the ground like a gust of wind. Finally, Cheng Jiaqing spoke.

"Do you want to put the air conditioner?" Fu Mei spoke up and said: "No, it's not hot today." "According to the legend, Concubine Yang is afraid of heat." "Am I fatter than Concubine Yang?" "No, no, you are not fat, you are plump." "A man's mouth can really skate." "How do you say that?" "This means that when a man speaks, his speech is very oily and slippery for a while, and it is unpredictable." "Brilliant!" After finishing speaking, Cheng Jiaqing slammed the horn with his palm to show his applause. He was very excited, as if the kind of forgetfulness brought about by alcohol was about to explode on him again. "Did you know that driving, foreign languages, and computers will be the 'triathlons' that modern people must have?" "I don't know anything. It seems that I have to go back to primitive society." "When will I teach you?" Fu Mei didn't agree or disagree.She just reminded Cheng Jiaqing to be careful. "Hey, please pay attention to me. The car fell like that just now, and it scared me." Fu Mei's tone of concern made Cheng Jiaqing very excited. "You're here, I can't concentrate." "Look at you, a county magistrate, you are so rude." "Let me tell you, those who appear to be serious on the surface are doing crooked ways behind their backs. It's the same with those who engage in politics. On the surface, they call you brothers and sisters, but secretly want to make you fall into the mud pit and be unable to get up for half a lifetime. It is not honest on the surface. It’s okay, if you tie him with a rope behind your back, it’s fine.” "There is no third kind of people—those who are dishonest on the surface, but crooked behind the scenes." "I'm afraid County Magistrate Fu has learned about species of people, but I haven't." "Major Cheng, if you continue to mislead me like this, I will ignore you." Cheng Jiaqing smiled. "Where do we live tonight?" Fu Mei asked. Cheng Jiaqing laughed out loud, Fu Mei angrily said: "What are you laughing at, what's so funny?" "Let me tell you a story. During the Western Jin Dynasty, there was a man named Liu Ling. He was one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove. He often drank heavily, indulged in unrestrained and unrestrained manners. Once, after drinking heavily, he Just in the house—heh, take it off (prohibition), everyone will ridicule him when he sees it. Liu Ling said: "I regard the world as a house, and the house as trousers and clothes." If someone enters another person's room, And it is a man, he is not satisfied, he will shout loudly, 'Hey, where is the male louse? It got into my crotch.'" "Go. Why not a female louse?" Fu Mei Puchi laughed, "You made up the second half, right?" The laugh was not enough, and he clenched his fists as if to hit him, but when he thought about safety, he gave up. Cheng Jiaqing was looking forward to Fu Mei's gentle punch, but there was no movement for a long time, thinking, the joke she told was too worthless, like a fragrant bait on the water, there was no fish to eat for a long time, let alone bite the hook , I originally caught Fu Mei as a big fish. "Today, I'm going to learn from Liu Ling." As soon as the words came out, Cheng Jiaqing was secretly surprised. They were too blunt, too blunt, and forceful, making people feel uncomfortable after listening to them.She's out of style and unrefined, I'm afraid she'll humiliate herself, Fu Mei is not an ordinary character, besides, which woman is not a prisoner of sweet talk.Humans are superior to animals because they do not feel bitter at all in the process of brewing bitter wine with honeyed words, but it is like drinking sweetness, but I am afraid that for Pan Kong's harsh words... Will Fu Mei underestimate herself because of this? Unexpectedly, Fu Mei didn't mind, she lifted her weight and sighed lightly: "It's a pity, you don't have the capacity to drink as much as Liu Ling, and you don't have the courage as much as Liu Ling. With your kind of virtue, mosquitoes don't even like it, not to mention lice. Your dirty and stinky mouth is only suitable for flies." Fu Mei's words were not so much contempt as incitement. Obviously, not only did she not have the slightest dislike for Cheng Jiaqing's teasing, but she also hoped that the teasing would rise to another form. It is worth noting that her tone also changed. , it seems that what she is facing is not an official higher than herself, but a relative who can do whatever she wants, an old friend who is not polite, whether it is joking, ridiculing, or teasing, it doesn't count. excessive.Stimulated by Fu Mei's words, Cheng Jiaqing became restless, and the coming of twilight just matched this mood.But Fu Mei's arrogant attitude fueled Cheng Jiaqing's desire. The silent twilight is not only a protective color for some unstable factors, but also an inducement for the rise of some complex emotions. Just in this twilight, the black Audi car drove past countless trance figures - the silhouettes of cyclists, the silhouettes of pedestrians, the shadows of trees, the shadows of orange lights, the ghosts floating in the streets of peaceful and uneven towns. The shadows of dust and mayfly stopped shortly after turning from the national road to a low-grade road. Cheng Jiaqing got out of the car, kicked the front wheel first, then lifted the hood, and fiddled here and there with his hands.After a while, he had diagnosed the problem with the car and clapped his hands confidently. At this time, Fu Mei also poked her head out, her eyes were full of inquiries. Cheng Jiaqing shrugged, made a face at Fu Mei, and said, "The car is broken down, so we can't drive it. We can only eat and sleep in the open." The watery moonlight flooded the land, and the sound of frogs came in bursts. The peaceful field was contemplating, as if this moment was the only sharp moment.The frogs appear impetuous and immature, like some chirping children who have just finished school.Fu Mei got out of the car, feeling that there seemed to be a hint of ridicule in the sound of the frogs. Cheng Jiaqing said: "Such a beautiful moonlight, but I usually let it down." Fu Mei commented: "It seems that you belong to the type of people who take pleasure in other's misfortunes." Cheng Jiaqing said unabashedly: "Of course, of course I take pleasure in other people's misfortunes. People who take pleasure in others' misfortunes have sentimentality. It is better to have beauties and beauties by your side than thousands of troops behind you. As long as you are by my side, there will be sentimentality everywhere." Not knowing what effect this sentence had, the two suddenly fell silent.The two find that they are very strange to each other, yet they are very familiar with each other. Perhaps the relationship between the two will soon take a leap forward. This leap is waiting for an opportunity in an instant. People who dare not face the future can only enjoy themselves in time.In Cheng Jiaqing's view, Fu Mei is real and knowable, and everything else seems to have ceased to exist and has become unknowable. The unknown unknown is more mysterious and vague.It does not exist, and people can only use a familiar object to gallop across the territory of this object to achieve the goal of fighting the unknown. When they are alone, people grab the wine glass or the woman, from the wine glass, from the In a woman, the entrance of heaven and the exit of sorrow are found.The man and the woman faced each other. First of all, Cheng Jiaqing felt the temptation at his fingertips. He almost said: It's me, I need it, right now, I can't wait any longer, and I can't bear it any longer. He walked up to her. "No, don't come here." She seemed to sense danger, but did nothing about it. He didn't speak, he walked towards her resolutely, and there seemed to be singing in his throat. He picked her up and opened the rear door.Her eyes dodged like a small fish avoiding the attack of a big fish.He hooked her neck, and she obediently fell towards him, holding his cheeks with both hands, pressing her red lips on his forehead, like a crescent-shaped stamp, and his desolate forehead seemed to suddenly full of life.He hugged her tightly, the tighter he hugged her, the more he felt powerless, like a wounded person, all the bones turned into worms, crisp and itchy worms, making him want to Laugh, but can't laugh again.After kissing his forehead, her dexterous and warm tongue began to swim.The tip of the tongue is like a flame, no, it's not a flame, but a torch that stays in the cave, illuminating Cheng Jiaqing's entire soul.Cheng Jiaqing is like a Japanese sumo wrestler putting his whole body on Fu Mei's body. He doesn't know who will melt first, he or Fu Mei, and he doesn't know whether they will melt together. He doesn't know the result.Holding her in his arms, he realized that she was warm, whole, priceless, different from other people, completely independent of her past. Although she looks tough, like an iron woman, she is still very feminine.Her introverted lips show her decisiveness. Her eyes are a round building with rich connotations. Her eyeballs seem to be red, like hydrangea dropped from the building, rising and falling slowly. Hydrangea, her round shoulders trembling.Compared to her—damn it, why do distracting thoughts pop up at this moment—Zhang Ruyue is nothing but Xiaojiabiyu—damn it, why did he think of his wife at this moment—compared to her, all the ladies in the world are nothing but Xiaojiabiyu is not a lady of every family, but she has a special charm. Rather than saying that she is a fawn with soft body and soft bones, it is better to say that she is a tigress with soft yellow fur and majestic bones. "I, is it enough?" She raised her face and stared at him. "You're fine, really, you're fine," Cheng Jiaqing said. "I saw that you were different from the first sight. Why couldn't I meet you earlier? Why couldn't we get to know each other earlier?" "This is fate." Fate, after talking about fate, Cheng Jiaqing's restless hands disappeared deep into Fu Mei's dress.In the dark night, only those hands know the direction of fate. The sound of frogs outside the car is like a brilliant chorus. Yes, compared with the vastness and vastness of nature, a single person is nothing more than a pinch of dust, a pinch of ashes, but in this pinch of soil, a pinch of ashes, how many people try to refine gold, is it in vain?Maybe not, there are always miracles. In the darkness, Cheng Jiaqing and Fu Mei were each a shell of a clam.Fu Mei's voice is bright and novel, like a pearl in a clam shell.Her panting was the same, she lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth naked skin, the heat was jumping and rushing on her lower abdomen, she twitched as if she was burned.His hands are like two travelers, relentlessly walking on her (forbidden), abdomen, thighs, calves and soft triangle.As the strength of his hands increased, she became more hot and unbearable, distraught.The left and right feet rub against each other, and the two legs are also intertwined.The plump, firm, smooth, white, curvy body twists wantonly, and the plump, white and tender thighs rise and fall like waves, wave after wave, as if to form a wave crest. give up.wave!wave!wave!There is only this common idea in her mind: under his hands, a wave crest is formed.His hands also felt this point, and they put it on one point tacitly, appearing focused and affectionate.He is like a child picking up shells by the sea. When he finds a pearl suddenly, he can't put it down.He played with it half soothing, half obscene, half admiring, half sadistic.Gradually, a beating heart also calmed down, and she moved her lips close to her red lips, seductively aloof.The man's breath covered her entire face in an instant, and her lips began to open and close, like a dying puffer fish.She was already disheveled and sweaty, but he didn't appear impatient at all, instead he acted more calmly.Because he knows that the longer the fishing rod is stretched, the easier it is to catch big fish, and the longer it takes to lay the bedding, the easier it is to enter a good situation. This requires the general demeanor of sitting firmly on the fishing platform. Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore, and let out a short and shrill howl.Her hand grabbed his hand, begging him to stop, he smiled slightly, first took off her clothes one by one, and then liberated himself. She is naked and round (prohibited), and her blood is excited there, looking forward to an oppression.Like a man, she hooked his head with her powerful hands.Her movements were so brutal, so determined, so unreasonable.Her wild and powerful nature was finally revealed, his lips were blocked by hers, and quickly pried open by her tongue.At the same time, the floodgates of reason and emotion are opened together.Her tongue is as lively as an elf, but also like a greedy hand, desperately trying to get something out of his mouth, with a predatory madness. contest.He had the upper hand and felt strenuous, but he didn't want to admit defeat, so he made a bad move. He flicked his fingers on her sensitive waist and eyes. She couldn't hold back and giggled. Before she finished laughing, he His hand slid into the crack between her thighs again, catching her off guard by surprise, driving straight in with the momentum of directly attacking Huanglong Mansion, and launched a general attack on her body.She screamed as if she had been completely torn apart, her whole body was numb, her body was red hot, her blood was almost boiling, and that piece of paradise with lush water and grass was also moistened by the blazing emotion.She was so excited that she writhed her body fiercely like a great white shark.He was also deeply infected, and could no longer control his lust. The center of his body suddenly stood up like a long-necked dinosaur, shaking his head proudly, and majesticly broke into the unknown area that belonged to her, which ordinary people could not reach. Dinosaurs come to life in the most hidden parts of her body.She became agitated eagerly, her lumbar spine moved nimbly, (ban) danced like two bans, and hummed shamelessly in her mouth, her hands still kept beating time on his sweaty back.He pressed against her, feeling her (forbidden) heat and throbbing, like lying on a massage table.He will ascend to heaven with his arms, and her (forbidden) is like the two warheads of a rocket, which will launch him into the sky. The heat in her body was rising, and the two of them seemed to be in a steam bath.They caressed, intertwined, agitated, intersected, collided, ravaged each other, like glue, with high spirits, forgetting the embarrassment of the space inside the car, and the deep night outside the car, the two of them opened their hungry mouths, He closed his eyes tightly, his expression couldn't tell whether it was pain or joy, whether it was a play on the spot or a wholehearted devotion, when Fu Mei's panting turned into a moan, Cheng Jiaqing felt his temples throbbing, and something like ambition swelled in his chest Then, soon, this expansion was due to being impotent under the constraints of a more powerful force... They completed their first (forbidden) union, and also opened the prelude to their political cooperation. Cheng Jiaqing and Fu Mei, they are born to be in a mess. At that time, God would have been amazed if he had looked down on the sky because the patrol happened to pass here. How strange, there is an animal on the road, jumping in place, like a frog, but not, it is bigger than the frog king, and it is black. I am afraid that God can hardly imagine that this battle is more intense than the confrontation between the two armies fierce battle! For some unknown reason, when the ugly Cheng Jiaqing exhausted herself in an instant, Fu Mei bit his neck like a wolf biting a lamb.He leaned over, his body tensed like a rock sculpture.He was afraid that she would be dissatisfied, and he didn't know how to make it up.After a long time, when the dripping sweat cooled down, she left her apologetically. She also sat up and began to tidy her messy hair while saying compassionately: "You are tired, take a rest." Cheng Jiaqing felt a little bit guilty, but he couldn't let her enjoy himself while loving a woman, and a man couldn't help but feel guilty.He looked at himself like a mule that wanted to lie down and sleep after being loaded with a heavy load. Fu Mei's hand was on her thigh. "How about it?" Cheng Jiaqing put his hand on her hand that was on his thigh. "It's like I died once and came back to life. The feeling of being alive is depression, and I feel that it is not as good as being dead." "I've heard a quip that says that when a man goes to bed, it's like the Asian tigers soaring, and when he's done, it's like Eastern Europe disintegrates." "Yin prospers and yang declines. I have also heard a witty saying that a woman is like Wu Song fighting a tiger when she goes to bed, she is full of energy, and after she goes to bed, she is like grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. The meaning is still there." When Cheng Jiaqing said this, It occurred to me that my own weakness seemed to be related to age.Of course Cheng Jiaqing would not ignore age, he just didn't want to mention it. At his age, no matter whether it was in the officialdom or in love, he would not make much progress. After dressing and tying, she took a short rest. In the dark, Fu Mei also sat in the front row, and the car started again.Although she was closer to Cheng Jiaqing than an hour ago, she was not as close as the time before the break. Cheng Jiaqing turned on the tape recorder, filled in the tape, and happily hummed along with the affectionate songs spread in it. . Fu Mei suddenly remembered something, and a pair of bayberry-like eyes were fixed in their sockets. "Hey, that's not right, you guy, didn't you just say that the car broke down?" Cheng Jiaqing left the steering wheel with his right hand, loosened his suit and tie, and explained frankly, "Just now was just now, and now is now." Fu Mei acted as if she had suffered a great loss, and refused to let her go: "No, you have to explain it to me." "Probably when the two of us embraced, the force of love brought the car back to life." Knowing that Cheng Jiaqing was talking nonsense, Fu Mei was not angry at all. No one wanted to fall into a trap, except the trap of love.Isn't what a dry and cracked field is waiting for a rush of spring water? Fu Mei took out a round mirror from the bag she was carrying with her, and kept arranging expressions on her face, playing tricks on the round mirror. Suddenly, she slammed the round mirror on the floor of the carriage.Cheng Jiaqing didn't know what kind of anger she was making, so she quickly asked, "What's wrong?" Cheng Jiaqing understood what she was referring to. Crashing the car into the field was part of his plot, or a plot before this plot.Thinking about it, he recommended Fu Mei to join this investigation team, which was also part of his plot to hunt Fu Mei.This shows the good intentions.Now, she has figured it out, it's okay to see it through, although the conspiracy was seen through, but it was only discovered after the conspiracy was successful, so Cheng Jiaqing was very proud. Hehe, Cheng Jiaqing smiled as if drinking honey. When they arrived in Yiwu, Jinhua, it was already late at night, and none of the hotels were closed.Cheng Jiaqing didn't feel depressed at all, and emotionally, Fu Mei didn't let him be turned away.This is his greatest enjoyment and satisfaction.For this reason, he comfortably lit a cigarette and sprayed the smoke on Fu Mei's face. Fu Mei let out a strange cry, and buried her head under his armpit, like a person hiding from the rain hiding his head under an acquaintance's umbrella.