Didn't bring your own change of clothes but remembered to bring this?

  Until Qi Cheng said indifferently: "Don't you get off the bus?"

  Song Yu Meng snapped back to reality and turned her head to look at Qi Cheng Zhi, but he didn't look at her, only giving her a cold profile.

  Song Yu's eyes drooped, his hand slowly reached out and covered the bony hand that was placed on the gearshift, but this time, he didn't react at all and didn't clasp it back.

  She quietly sighed and could only say: "Drive carefully on the road, after you get home, give me a call or send me a text message. Sorry to trouble you."

  Qī Chéngzhī gave her a faint glance, still cold and aloof, his deep eyes making it impossible for her to discern his true emotions, but at least he was willing to look at her.

  Song Yu leaned forward and kissed his tightly closed thin lips, but didn't feel any response from him, coldly.

  She sighed and got off the bus with a load of groceries.

  He had just stood firm, closed the car door, and Qi Chengzhi drove away without waiting for her.

  Song Yu kept watching until his car disappeared from view before turning around.

  Back home, she unpacked the groceries and found another CK bag inside, where Zichen had also put his men's underwear. Song Yu opened the bag and found a small supermarket bag inside, which was the box of Durex he had grabbed casually.

  Song Yu's face was red, and soon Song Donglin and Yu Qianying were about to come up. She didn't dare let them see this thing either, so she grabbed it and stuffed it into her own bag. When she picked it up, her hand still felt a bit hot.

  Then, he took out those few CK underwear from the packaging and put them in his own drawer where he kept his intimate apparel.

  Her drawer and his were lined up together, with men's and women's being very different, hers had floral patterns and lace, thin and small, while his was a uniform black four-cornered drawer, placed side by side like two people already living together, showing an unusual intimacy.

  At the moment of parting, Qi Cheng's cold expression made her heart ache again.

  At that time, she seemed to see a little bit of hurt in his eyes.

  Before she could think too much, the doorbell rang. Song Yu quickly ran to open the door and pretended to be surprised, "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"

  "Aren't you just back to work today after the holiday? Thinking of you alone, with nothing at home, I bought some vegetables, meat and fruit for you, and came over to stock up." Yu Qianying and Song Donglin entered one after another, carrying things, just as Song Yu had thought.

  Yu Qianying took over the things in Song Donglin's hands and carried them into the kitchen together, only to find that some ingredients were already placed on the ground.

  Her surprised voice came from the kitchen, "Has grown up, now doing things thoroughly, even knowing to buy vegetables back home."

  "Mom, don't bother, I'll do it. You go rest with dad." Song Yu also entered the kitchen and saw Yu Qianying taking out the newly bought vegetables to tidy up and put them in the refrigerator one by one.

  "What's the hurry? You've been working all day, and your dad and I are retired with nothing to do. Go take a rest." Yu Qiangying shooed Song Yu out of the kitchen and continued busying herself inside.

  Song Yu then went back to the living room to accompany Song Donglin, estimating that Qi Chengzhi should have arrived home by now, but he still hadn't received any news from Qi Chengzhi.

  Until they finished dinner with their parents, the two were about to leave. Song Yu thought of his parents holding big and small bags and squeezing onto the bus, so he took out 100 yuan and gave it to Yu Qianying: "Dad, Mom, take a taxi back, don't squeeze on the bus or subway so late."

  "It's expensive to take a taxi back home from here, what a waste of money. With this money, I'd rather eat something good." Yu Qianying wanted to decline and refused to accept.

  "Mom, didn't I take on the construction of Qilin Hotel? Once the project is done, the payment will be made, and I'll even be able to buy a car. How can we not afford taxi fare? Just keep it, now it's late at night, and it's so cold outside, waiting for the bus is really uncomfortable. Besides, didn't I already pay the living expenses for home? Don't always try to save money, enjoy life when you should." Song Yu forcibly stuffed the money into Yu Qianying's hand.

  "It's not easy for you to make money, I still want to save some dowry for you." Yu Qianying muttered in a low voice, but Song Yu heard it clearly.

  Song Yu gave living expenses, and every month Yu Qianying took out half of it for savings.

  "Alright, I'll accept your kind intentions. Let's take a taxi back later." Song Donglin took the money from Yu Qianying, putting Song Yu's mind at ease.

  But Song Yu was still worried and decided to send them off, hailed a taxi for them, and only felt at ease after watching the two old men get in the car and drive away.

  She wrapped her coat tightly around her, feeling a bit chilly from the wind, and took out her phone to call Qi Chengzhi while walking home.

  It rang for a few seconds before being cut off.

  He had been pinched by phone before, at that time he was in a bad mood, I guess he is playing up again now.

  Song Yu sent him another message: "Have you eaten?"

  He thought he went back alone, originally was going to come and eat her cooked rice, all the ingredients she bought were his favorite.

  At this time, she has finished her meal and doesn't know if he had a good meal or not.

  Song Yu was going upstairs while staring at her phone, afraid that he wouldn't even return a text message. Did she have to go to his place to look for him?

  When she opened the door, a call came in. It turned out to be that man who didn't answer her calls or respond to her texts.

  Song Yu had just picked up the phone and hadn't spoken yet when he heard him sneering on the other end: "You haven't eaten, have you come to cook for me?"

  His mature low-alcohol voice is more effective at ridiculing people than others.

  Zi Cheng's words moved Song Yu slightly, and a surge of impulse rose up in his heart.

  Not having thought carefully, I went to pick up my bag and then took out the dishes from the kitchen.

  Yu Qianying didn't touch the vegetables she bought with Qi Chengzhi earlier.

  While changing shoes, he asked: "Are you at home?"

  After a long time, the phone came with his faint "uh", reluctantly.

  "I know." Song Yu hung up the phone after saying "Let's not talk about it for now" and walked out the door.

  By the time she calmed down, people were already sitting in the taxi, and regret was too late.

  ……

  ……

  Yang Shu held a rag and swayed into the dining room, wiping and stealing glances at Qi Chengzhi eating dumplings. She picked up a dumpling and scrunched up her face, not liking it but reluctantly stuffing it in.

  I don't know what's wrong, originally said not to come back for dinner at night, but still came back alone with a gloomy face, didn't eat, and didn't let her cook, just took out the frozen dumplings from the refrigerator and boiled them, obviously didn't like eating but had to eat.

  Upon hearing the doorbell ring, Yang Shu ran to open the door. Qi Chengzhi heard Yang Shu's surprised voice coming from the entrance: "Miss Song!"

  Zi Cheng's movements paused, he threw down his chopsticks and stood up, his excited movements were a bit big, almost knocking over the chair, the chair legs rubbed against the ground with an ear-piercing sound.

  Zi Chengzhi patted the chair, straightened his clothes, and was about to leave when he stopped, turned around, and entered the kitchen connected to the dining room. He pulled out a vegetable knife from the knife rack, gazed at his reflection in the shiny blade, adjusted his expression, and put on a solemn face before putting the knife back. With his hands in his pockets, he walked out.

  When they arrived at the living room, Song Yu had already entered from the front door, carrying big and small bags. Qi Chengzhi took a glance, it was the vegetables they bought together at the supermarket earlier.

  Yang Shu hastily took over the dishes from Song Yu's hands and carried them to the kitchen. Qi Chengzhi just looked at her without saying a word, making Song Yu feel somewhat embarrassed.

  They didn't even say hello and just came straight to the door. It wasn't until they had already come in that they thought maybe they were being a bit too forward?

  "That... if you haven't eaten yet, I'll make something for you." Song Yu said stiffly under Qi Chengzhi's almost piercing gaze.

  She was wearing a large coat that Song Donglin and Yu Qianying had casually thrown on when they left, not formal clothes for going out, but rather something to wear temporarily when running errands in the neighborhood, which was somewhat old.

  Her neck was also bare, the large collar of her sweater exposed both her neck and clavicle, her face was frozen bright red, her hair disheveled. She didn't look good at all, but yet she had a pitiful appearance that evoked sympathy.

  Qī Chéngzhī looked at her holding a pair of sparkling autumn water pupils, so innocent and seductive, his throat moved slightly, took her bag and put it on the sofa, before saying: "Haven't eaten."

  Song Yu let out a sigh of relief, feeling that at least he hadn't come in vain, but it was so late and he still hadn't eaten dinner, and she couldn't help but feel guilty again.

  She took off her coat and walked into the kitchen. As she passed by the dining room, she saw that half of the dumplings on the table had already been eaten.

  Didn't you say you hadn't eaten yet?

  Song Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Qi Chengzhi.

  Qī Chéngzhī's eyes slowly moved back from the dumplings and said: "Just now when you came, Yang Shu was eating, I'm not particular about dumplings, didn't want to waste them so gave them to Yang Shu."

  Song Yu didn't mind either, he didn't like eating it and couldn't be forced to eat it, giving it to Aunt Yang was just right.

  Yang Shu had just put the dishes in the kitchen and was about to come out to leave some space for the two of them when she happened to hear Qi Chengzhi's words. Looking up at Qi Chengzhi's face, he didn't feel a bit guilty, his eyes were clear and upright.

  "Sorry, Aunt Yang, I'm disturbing you while you're eating." Song Yu said apologetically.

  "Hehe, it's nothing, I'm the one who should be sorry. The dumplings for the master, I ate them." Yang Shu said with a smile.

  "It doesn't matter, anyone can eat it," said Song Yu.

  "Alright then, I won't disturb you all," said Yang Shu, getting up to take some dumplings. "I'll go back to my room to eat."

  As she walked out of the restaurant, Yang aunt touched her swollen belly, she had already eaten a lot and now looking at this plate of dumplings, suddenly felt a bit worried.

  ……

  ……

  Song Yu tied up her apron, opened the cupboard and found all the seasonings she needed. When she opened the refrigerator, she discovered that several ingredients she had brought were also in the fridge, making her feel that what she had brought was somewhat redundant.

  Right in the middle of washing vegetables, I felt that the air in the kitchen was a bit different. Even with my back turned, I knew it was Qi Cheng who had come in. The motion of washing vegetables paused for a moment and also slowed down.

  She felt the breath on her back growing more and more distinct, her heart beating faster and faster.

  She wiped her hands dry and turned around just in time to see Qi Cheng already standing before her.

  As he got closer and closer, Song Yu leaned against the edge of the pool, trapped by him.

  He stood tall in front of her, his face looking even more handsome without glasses, quietly gazing at her with a pair of deep eyes that were calm and unwavering, yet firm and unshakeable.

  Looking at her gentle determination, her heart suddenly ached.

  Thinking back to his reaction when they parted ways before, such a majestic man is now being humiliated and hidden away by her, unable to be seen by others.

  The calmer and gentler he is, the more unbearable she feels.

  In his seemingly eternal calm gaze, Song Yu's throat felt a little sore, and the sound of his voice was also slightly hoarse.

  "Tonight, I'm sorry." she said in a low voice.

  "Am I that unworthy of being seen?" he asked in a low voice, the soft tone exploding gently in her heart.

  "My dad is fine, but my mom has always had a grudge against your family. Before we were together, Jian Yi had already had a falling out with my mom, and at the time she immediately came to ask me about it, telling me not to be with you." Song Yu looked at his calm face and suddenly felt like throwing herself into his arms, as if that way she wouldn't have to think or worry about anything.

  "But I also know that hiding it like this isn't a solution, but I'm just afraid that if they find out, my mom won't agree." Song Yu looked up at him with concern, "What if they don't agree?"

  Chi Cheng quietly looked at her, his warm and large hands grasped hers, tightening his grip, she felt the distinct bones on top, and her heart suddenly calmed down.

  "When you decide it's okay to talk, I'll go with you." He leaned in close to her, speaking softly, his low voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness.

  "It's okay." With him by her side, she felt more confident and thought that even if her parents didn't agree, she wouldn't be too afraid. He had a calming presence about him.

  As she looked down, her cheeks flushed with red, Qi Cheng lowered his head and lightly kissed her lips, and the stiff face finally softened.

  He pinched her hand and let go of her, walked out of the kitchen without saying a word, sat in the dining room, and read the newspaper.

  Song Yu could also see him in the kitchen from the dining room, after a while he suddenly lifted his head up from the newspaper, met her eyes and gazed calmly at each other.

  Song Yu's heart skipped a beat, and she turned back to continue cooking.

  Because she had already eaten dinner, Qi Chengzhi just kept her company while eating.

  Not many dishes, one dish and one meat, plus a cold dish.

  Zi Cheng ate slowly and elegantly.

  There was some leftover food, which was put in the refrigerator. Song Yu walked to the living room to wear her coat and take her bag back. Just as she picked up the coat that was hanging on the back of the sofa, her wrist was lightly grasped by Qi Chengzhi.

  Unconsciously, Song Yu's hand relaxed and let go of her coat, letting it fall down.

  His other hand was pressed against her waist, pulling her into his arms, tightly attached to himself. His dry, hot lips brushed against her earlobe, and his low, husky voice whispered into her ear, "Since you're already here, don't leave."

  "I... I didn't bring any spare clothes either..." Song Yu couldn't continue speaking because his lips were already sealed by him.

  He picked her up and took her to the sofa, pressing down on her.

  "Yang Shu... Yang Shu will come out..." Song Yu didn't think he wouldn't even go back to the bedroom, and just pushed him in the living room.

  "She won't come out if she knows you're here, or else do you think she would have gone back to the room to eat dumplings?" Qi Chengzhi kissed from her lips to her neck.

  Song Yu buried his face in his neck, not knowing how to face Yang Shu tomorrow, it turned out that she came here, people thought she wouldn't leave.

  Her clothes were disappearing one by one, and his kisses followed the shedding of her clothes, from her neck to her navel, circling around her belly button, and continuing downwards.

  She was already moved for him, her emotions overflowing, both hands grasping his shoulders with force, her fingertips involuntarily digging into his muscles, calling out "Qi Chengzhi" with a hint of urgency.

  He crawled back, kissed her lips hard, she already felt him against her, but he stopped abruptly, refusing to continue, a bead of sweat dripping onto her shoulder.

  Song Yu looked at him with a puzzled expression, holding his hidden face in both hands, "What's wrong?"

  "There's no set on hand." His voice was hoarse and tense, with a hint of discontent.

  She heard that taking medicine is bad for you, so she didn't want to have an accident now. He never planned on letting her take the medicine from the start and would rather feel a little less himself.

  But now something has happened and Qi Chengzhi's face has turned black.

  "There's something in my bag..." Song Yu's voice was weak, recalling the thing she had stuffed into her bag earlier for fear of being discovered by her parents.

  Zi Chengzhi heard the words and went to find her bag, soon found that box of Durex, at a glance knew it was the one she bought at the supermarket before.

  He came back, looking at her with a teasing gaze, his low voice filled with playful sarcasm, "You didn't bring your own change of clothes, but you remembered to bring this?"

  Song Yu: "......"

  Her face turned red, it was clearly a misunderstanding, but she felt that if she told the truth, he would still be unhappy, so she just kept quiet and let him misunderstand.

  She hooked her neck around his, her face buried in the nape of his neck, rubbing gently like a small pet.

  Chi Cheng's heart was racing as she leaned in, a wave of heat surging down, her head slightly tilted to find the face buried in her neck, her warm lips landing on her eye corner, then tracing along her hairline to her ear, from the base to the lobe, and then to the sensitive area behind her ear.

  Song Yu trembled and finally turned his head to reveal his face, proactively seeking his lips and kissed him.

  Chi's arms suddenly tightened, gently holding her close, protecting her, and as he entered her, his originally tense and restrained expression also relaxed, revealing a look of soul-satisfying satisfaction on his face in that instant.

  Song Yu clutched at the muscles on his shoulder blades, humming a sound, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, and her toes curled up as well.

  ……

  ……

  Qī Chéng's thumb gently wiped away the thin sweat on her forehead and near her hairline, and he couldn't help but peck at her lip corners and eyelids with some unfulfilled intentions.

  Song Yu's neck was tired and hooked, his eyes were slightly closed in a kiss, like a cat enjoying itself, with an expression of joy rubbing against his palm.

  He kissed her forehead again, got up and carried her horizontally, Song Yu was sleepy, her eyelids drooping, occasionally colliding with her eyes, her head lazily leaning against his solid chest.

  He carried her back to the bedroom, put her on the bed, earlier on the sofa was because he couldn't wait to go upstairs, but in the end it was still more comfortable and casual to mess around on the bed.

  Qī Chéngzhī also had to lie down, and Sòng Yǔ pushed him, "You go get all the clothes from downstairs."

  With her in his arms, everything he touched was smooth and soft skin. Qi Cheng didn't want to go any further, but he ended up crawling onto the bed and lying down, turning over and pressing against her as if he wanted to do it all again.

  He had already kissed her lips, but his calf was lightly kicked by her. Then he heard Song Yu say: "Hurry up and get it, or else Yang Shu will see it tomorrow and it won't be good."

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