Chapter 89

In the car.

Jane turned her head to one side and looked out of the dark window. When ye Jincheng entered the car, she still kept this action.

Ye Jincheng said to the driver that she would return to tengyunju. Her empty eyes turned, but she didn't speak.

The man looked at her like this, and felt the man's eyes. Suddenly, Jane turned her head, and the glittering and lustrous eyes hit Ye Jincheng's eyes and his heart.

He put out his hand and held the woman in his arms. Jane had no resistance. She felt the cold in the hands of the man clinging to her back.

Zheng Junan, sitting on the copilot, looks at this scene through the rear-view mirror in the car. She can't help shaking her head and sighing. She really needs to go around such a big circle. Only when she is confused can she fully see ye Jincheng's feelings.

The car drove on all the way. It didn't last long. It broke down halfway.

It may take a long time for the driver to get out of the car for inspection and repair. This is a remote suburb with dark lights. There is only one lighted Hotel on the side of the road.

Zheng Junan goes to Ye Jincheng and suddenly mysteriously shoves a small box of things into his pocket. Ye Jincheng is about to take it out and see it. Zheng Junan blinks at him and pushes them to the door of the hotel.

"Well, I'll take care of the car and the driver. It's been a hard day for both of you. It's not always midnight when the car is repaired. You two need to book a room to have a rest first. I'll call you in case it's repaired."

Zheng Jun'an finished saying, the ambiguous Zhaoye Jincheng blinked.

It was awkward for them to enter the hotel. Unfortunately, there was only one big bed room left in the whole hotel, so they had to register one room with Ye Jincheng's ID card.

Two people brush the room card and walk into the room. Although the space is not very big, it's still neat.

I spent several hours in the warehouse, not only stained with the ash layer on the floor, but also smelled of damp and rotten all year round.

Jane Xiaolu smells the smell from her clothes. Her cheeks suddenly turn red. She even hates the smell. How can ye Jincheng hold it.

After taking a comfortable bath, changing clothes becomes a problem again. Jane Xiaolu breathes deeply into the mirror, ties her bathrobe, and thinks that it's OK to stay here for a while, and then rush back to Teng Yunju.

In the room, ye Jincheng is holding Zheng Jun Ansai's small box in his pocket for a while, so speechless that he doesn't even know when Jane Xiaolu will open the bathroom door and walk out.

He glanced at the ultra-thin two words on the box. Just turning around, he saw Jane Xiaolu blushing and looking at him. He was stunned for a long time to hold two words.

"Hooligan!"

Ye Jincheng, who was going to throw the small box into the garbage can, suddenly changed his mind. He played with the small box in his hand. "Who was in my arms before and now scolds me for being a rascal? Women are really fickle."

Jane Xiaolu's face was hot. She knew that he was holding him out of control when she saw him in the warehouse.

She went around the other side of the bed and directly opened the quilt to lie in, proclaiming sovereignty. "Bed, mine," she pointed to the sofa, "sofa, yours."

"I opened the room. Why don't you say you or me?"

"You..." before Jane took back, she liked him a little. She turned around and left him a figure.

Ye Jincheng no longer teases her, "well, you sleep at ease, I sleep on the sofa, and I won't disturb you."

With that, the man turned to the bathroom.

I don't know how long it will take for the man to come out of the bathroom and see that the man on the bed has gone to sleep safely.

He smiled and put a gentle kiss on the woman's forehead. His eyes swept over the five fingerprints that could be seen on her pink cheek. He felt like a needle in his heart, which hurt faintly.

He can't imagine how Jane Xiaolu would be treated if he came a step later...

he looked at the woman sleeping on the bed and felt pity for her.

In a few seconds, the sleepy Jian Xiaolu suddenly had a nightmare. She waved her hands on her chest and repeated two words in her mouth: "no, no!"

Ye Jincheng frowns tightly, knowing that she is afraid of things in the warehouse. He opens the quilt and lies down on the other side of Jane Xiaolu.

"Darling, don't be afraid. I'm here."

Or maybe the familiar voice made the sleeping Jane feel inexplicably reassured. She gradually recovered and lay down in the heat.

Jane Xiaolu was awakened by the sudden cold on her face. As soon as the whole person was a little conscious, he saw Ye Jincheng sitting at the head of the bed, and her hair broke in front of her forehead.

He took back the face with the towel to ice her, and the trace on his face was almost light. He noticed that Jane looked at his eyes.

"Do you still have pain in your face when you wake up?"

Jane Xiaolu shook her head and sat up from the bed. Just then, ye Jincheng, who put the towel on the table, turned around, and her lips suddenly brushed the face of the person on the bed.

Subtle changes in the atmosphere, hazy lights, she did not open the red lips like a silent invitation.His head slowly approached, his body dominated his consciousness, and finally he kissed her red lips.

Her body couldn't help sliding down, he reached out to put out the lamp, hugged her and fell into the white bed.

Ye Jincheng's hands are behind her, and she is forced to bow up. Her breathing is clear in the quiet room. Jane Xiaolu's face is red and her heart beats.

Ye Jincheng transferred the land and kissed her inch by inch with ripples.

She suddenly woke up, just opened to scold Ye Jincheng's immoral behavior, but he sealed her lips.

The person under the body has already been paralyzed into water, and the man can't wait any longer. At the moment of entering slowly, he raised his hair and sighed contentedly, clasped her waist and began to move slowly.

He separated her lips, looked at her under the body blush, hook lips a smile.

"Jane Xiaolu, do you love me?"

When Jane turned her head and didn't answer, he accelerated his movements. He had to watch her make a broken voice and cover her mouth with a blushing expression.

So, all night, he repeatedly asked the question of love or not. Jane Xiaolu was tortured.

When the sky began to brighten, his endless battle continued, and Jane's answer changed from no answer at the beginning to a soft voice saying love and love, but he didn't spare her any meaning, but the Vietnam War became fiercer and fiercer.

At the end of the day, he kissed her heavily on the lips, jerked a few times, then lay behind her and went to sleep.

It was afternoon when she woke up again. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the man lying beside her, breathing steadily. Suddenly, in her mind, there were fragments of the early morning.

His hoarse voice had a strong sense of passion, and he asked her over and over whether she loved him or not.

Love?

Jane thought, maybe it's love.

When did it start? Maybe it was when he played a life like racing car for himself, or when he saw through her strong disguise, or when he was desperate to save himself before yesterday.