Meng Fu, who had always been flirting with netizens, suddenly exploded and became blank in an instant.

Her other hand, which was not holding a cell phone, was squeezed into the gap between Su Cheng's fingertips. Meng Fu's palm was delicate and soft because she hadn't done anything in the past two years. However, Su Cheng had a calloused in his palm, and there were also a slight gun cocoon between his fingertips.

His left hand was tightly pressed against her waist, his right hand was inserted into the gap of her fingers, pressing her fingers on the back of the chair, and his whole body was covered with a domineering smell.

The narrow and cramped space in the car looks hot and ambiguous because of turning on the air conditioner.

Meng Fu moved his hand, but he was pressed tighter by him. Su Cheng's head was slightly tilted, his nose pressed against her face, and he gently kissed her lips. His usual cold eyes seemed to be filled with fire at this time, and he felt it was burning in the dark car and could not be ignored.

Both of them had no experience, but Su Cheng instinctively and slightly bit her lips, and could feel his hand trembling slightly on the back of the chair.

The overwhelming hot breath swept over.

In the dim parking lot and the dim driver's seat, Meng Fu's mobile phone was placed in the tiny slit between the two, illuminating it one after another.

It was the WeChat message sent to her by Yang Lai.

Ask her if her agent has arrived.

Su Cheng stopped a little and kissed the corner of her mouth again. His lips slowly moved up. He looked at the other party's eyes that were always careless and frivolous, and his eyes were slightly dim, but he held back and kissed her eyes.

But the tip of her nose was still pressed against her face, and her voice became slightly hoarse: "It's my uncle."

This is the voice that Meng Fu has always been unable to resist.

He pressed against Meng Fu's face and slowly calmed down, but his fingers still squeezed into her fingers firmly, without moving at all.

The other hand that clasped her waist touched her hand holding the phone, took her to pick it up, put her lips on her ear, smiled slightly, lowered and slow: "He seemed to be very anxious and sent a lot of messages."

Meng Fu's hand was clenched by him, lowered his head, and the phone automatically unlocked to the WeChat page. Yang Lai sent more than a dozen WeChat messages in a row. She had just come to her senses, "Ah, he asked me where I was."

She clicked on the emoticon package and found a suitable emoticon package to reply to the past.

Yang Lai thought about it and asked someone for a "received" emoticon package and came back to Meng Fu.

She looked up and touched Su Cheng's still looking fierce, "No, you..."

"Since you don't sell yourself," Su Cheng lowered his eyebrows and looked at her with his eyes, his voice low and hoarse, and a chuckle, the man whispered in her ear: "Then I'll sell it to you, do you want it?"

Meng Fu was still held by him, and his brain, which was a little unconscious, even thought about it seriously, "Maybe... can't afford it."

Su Cheng found her lips again in the dim car, and a hoarse and vague voice: "Add to buy it, pay it more."

Meng Fu was almost deeply rooted in his gentle and elegant appearance, but now he was a little shaken.

**

at the same time.

Yang Family.

Yang Lai finally received Meng Fu's reply and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Yang Hua who was talking to Mrs. Yang and couldn't help but pause.

If you can't contact Meng Fu for so long, Yang Hua is not worried?

Last time in the hospital, Meng Fu was in a coma. Mrs. Yang remembered Yang Lai’s miserable appearance. Why did she change now?

Yang Lai withdrew his gaze and looked at Butler Yang: "Director Li and the others have left?"

When he came back, the car and people at the door had disappeared.

Butler Yang seemed to have come to his senses. He looked at Yang Lai and paused. Jiang Xinchen's incident almost reached his throat and stopped. "Well, Dean Li did not stay for dinner. He left after talking to the young master."

Yang Lai nodded, and he was not surprised by these things.

According to those people's protection, Dean Li would not be able to have dinner outside at will.

After talking to Yang Lai, Butler Yang returned to his room. It was getting late at this time. Yang Lai and others just thought that Butler Yang went back to rest and didn't say anything.

Butler Yang’s room.

He sat at his desk, holding a book, but he didn't read it. He looked at the car window, and didn't know what he was thinking.

At about eleven o'clock.

Someone knocked outside Butler Yang's door.

It was the driver of the Yang family. He was holding a black and white paper box. Butler Yang quickly opened the door and asked someone to come in.

The driver opened the box and there was an exquisite fighter model inside. He handed it to Butler Yang and wiped the sweat off his head, "This is released in a global limited edition, and I also got it from the collector."

Butler Yang looked at it and found that the model looked more realistic than Jiang Xinchen's yesterday.

He also had some vision. Just this model alone would be expensive. It would be enough to pay Jiang Xinchen a six-digit price.

"Okay." Butler Yang put away the model and asked the driver to leave.

After he left, Butler Yang couldn't sleep either. Jiang Xinchen didn't come down to have dinner at night. He knew that it was affected by Pei Xi.

After a while, Butler Yang got up from the bed and walked outside to see the lights upstairs.

The lights in Jiang Xinchen's room were on. Butler Yang was silent for a while, then took his own model and went upstairs to find Jiang Xinchen.

As expected, he didn't sleep. He opened the door calmly, his eyebrows were a little light: "Butler Yang."

"This is a new model I found," Butler Yang handed him the box in his hand, and his lips moved. "Limited edition, the boss said you boys like it, do you see if you like it?"

Jiang Xinchen only looked at Butler Yang without saying anything, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool.

Butler Yang was silent for a moment, then took apart the gift box and showed Jiang Xinchen the model of the plane inside, "Look at it."

"I don't want it." Jiang Xinchen shook his head.

Butler Yang was silent for a moment. He looked at Jiang Xinchen and his eyes became deeper: "You know Miss Pei's identity. You may not have heard of the Duan family and Ren family, but you must know that one word of her can make you drop out of No. 1 Middle School. You also know that our husbands all have to listen to Mrs. Duan. Ms. Pei is now a celebrity in front of the old lady. You don't want your sister to struggle in the entertainment industry, right?"

Jiang Xinchen looked up suddenly.

Butler Yang looked at him quietly.

"Butler Yang, what are you two doing?" Yang Zhaolin's room door opened, and he was diagonally opposite Jiang Xinchen, looking at the two suspiciously.

Butler Yang's expression changed.

Jiang Xinchen took the model from Butler Yang's hand and looked at Yang Zhaolin. He held his hands hanging on both sides, his expression was ordinary, "Butler Yang saw that I was resting late at night, so I would give me milk."

Butler Yang's tense back immediately eased. He turned his head and looked at Yang Zhaolin, "Yes, young master, you should rest early, good night."

He didn't dare to look at Yang Zhaolin, so he turned around and walked downstairs.

Jiang Xinchen's door was half open, and his hand holding the box was blocked by the door. He looked at Yang Zhaolin and said good night to him.

Then the door was closed.

Diagonally opposite, Yang Zhaolin frowned slightly.

He stood there for a while, then frowned and knocked on Jiang Xinchen's door.

Inside the room, Jiang Xinchen looked at the gift box on the table and took a deep breath. When he heard the knock on the door, he calmed down for a long time, and then walked over and opened the door.

It's Yang Zhaolin.

Yang Zhaolin glanced at him, said nothing, and walked around him and walked inside.

Jiang Xinchen was stunned for a moment, followed, and hurriedly said, "Brother..."

"What is this?" Yang Zhaolin saw the cardboard box, reached out and opened it, and saw it was an airplane model.

Jiang Xinchen took a pen to do his homework, and shrugged, "It's okay, but Butler Yang saw that I like the plane model, and this was given to me by him."

"For you?" Butler Yang and the servants at home liked Jiang Xinchen very much, and Yang Zhaolin knew about these things.

Yang Zhaolin was not surprised to hear that Butler Yang gave Jiang Xinchen a model of the plane. He looked at a glass of milk on Jiang Xinchen's table and found nothing wrong.

He frowned slightly, looked at Jiang Xinchen, and then rubbed his head, "I understand, stop doing homework, take a break early and sleep late affects IQ."

"Okay." Jiang Xinchen lowered his eyelashes.

Fortunately, Meng Fu was not here today, otherwise his poor acting skills would not have deceived her.

Yang Zhaolin went out and closed the door for Jiang Xinchen. Then he looked at the direction of Jiang Xinchen's door, then looked at the direction downstairs, and frowned slightly.

Jiang Xinchen doesn't want him to know if he has something to do.

He frowned and returned to the room thoughtfully.

There was a circle of bookshelf in his room, and there was a small blackboard with a bunch of formulas written on it. He didn't look at it, but just looked at the cell phone on the table and dialed out.

"Aren't you looking for me so late?" There was a desire to be disturbed on the other end of the phone.

Yang Zhaolin ignored him, "Collection of several out-of-print aircraft models for me."

"Master, why do you want this?"

"Just send it to me, hurry up." Yang Zhaolin sorted out the books on the table.

"Okay," the other side didn't ask, and the sound became clearer, "Which address is yours? Are your family or Yang's?"

Yang Zhaolin has a place to live outside, but recently he has been living in the Yang family due to academic problems. He thought about it, "Let's go to the Yang family."

**

Pei family.

Yang Baoyi looked at Pei Xi, "You should also keep a distance from the Duan family, be reserved for yourself, and be cautious about your family, which is different from us."
To be continued...