Difficult to heal

Chapter 62 I owe a good morning kiss

Lu Shu brought Xiu Qinjiang into the presidential suite and threw him on the big bed.

The latter was lying on his back, without any reaction.

Lu Shu sent a message to Lin Jing, asking her to bring someone to pick up the "corpse" outside. It doesn't matter whether you send it to the hospital or not, as long as you don't die in the hotel.

After Lin Jing received it, she agreed.

Throwing the mobile phone to the bedside table, Lu Shu glanced at the person in front of him who seemed to be in a deep sleep, and he slowly bent over, with his arms resting on the head of Xiu Qinjiang.

"Are you addicted to acting?"

His hind legs suddenly softened, and Xu Qinjiang bent his legs and pushed his knees, and got up quickly while grabbing his wrists.

Lu Shu lost his center of gravity in an instant, fell on the bed, and was immediately crushed under him.

The two of them faced each other, so close that they could see every inch of their pores clearly.

There was no trace of drunkenness in Xiu Qinjiang's eyes, but he was very sober.

"Knowing that you dare to come in?" he said.

Lu Shu's hands were lifted up and pressed on top of his head, and his suit was less mobile. This posture was very inconvenient.

He moved his wrist, and hooked his fingertips into Xiu Qinjiang's hand: "Why don't you let go and see if I can run away?"

"I generally don't like to try things that are too risky."

Xiu Qinjiang grabbed his wrists with one hand, unbuttoned Lu Shun's suit one by one with his right hand, and pulled his tie for him.

Xiu Qinjiang touched the back of Lu's neck, but did not feel the wound, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that it's done so quickly."

Lu Su suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "You seem to overestimate yourself."

In the next second, he pulled out his wrist, clamped his legs around Xiu Qinjiang's waist, and turned over neatly with a push.

The two turned around again.

Chu Qinjiang didn't panic at all, and said frivolously, "Didn't you let me try?"

Lu Shu pinched his cheeks, his eyes were full of impulsive undercurrents.

Without waiting for the opponent to move first, Xiu Qinjiang raised his arm to hook Lu Shu's neck, and pressed down.

The two touched lips to lips.

No one talked nonsense, the moment they touched each other, kisses fell like a storm, very intense.

Lu Shu pulled with frightening force, and the entire row of Su Qinjiang's suit buttons burst open.

He squeezed one hand between his fingers, and with the other he pushed open the hem of his shirt and slipped in.

Xiu Qinjiang felt the belt around Lu Shu's waist, and flexibly hooked his fingers.

The buckle snapped open gently.

He put his palm on top, and the tip of his tongue passed along the other's lips, and said, "Lu Shu, you're hard."

"Aren't you fucking-"

Lu suddenly sucked his Adam's apple.

......

On the luxurious soft carpet, clothes were scattered all over the place, with three plastic bags in between.

Lu Shu's body was covered with sweat, and the dense moisture from his arms to his wrists soaked the black tie tied around his wrist.

His body was intertwined, his breathing fluctuated, and his eyes drooped.

In the mist, I saw the two hideous scars on Chu Qinjiang's abdomen and inner thighs again.

There is no trace of fat on the waistline, and the scar is even more dazzling against the backdrop of white skin and abdominal muscles.

Lu slid his hand down, stroked the scar with his fingertips over and over again, and said in a low voice, "How did you do it?"

The other end of the tie was wrapped around Chu Qinjiang's palm, and he lifted Lu Shu up with a rough breath: "Concentrate."

After saying this, he picked up Lu Shu's back, hugged him and walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom is not so big. There is a double bathtub and shower in the innermost part. A long counter is placed against the wall. A large mirror is inlaid behind the counter, which can reflect every corner of the bathroom.

Lu Shu's buttocks felt cold, and he sat on the edge of the counter.

The back is covered with criss-crossing ambiguous traces, which are clearly reflected by the mirror.

Chu Qinjiang opened Lu Shu's legs and stood in front of him facing him. The mirror could only see part of his shoulders and arms.

There are also many red marks from scratching and biting on the perfect and powerful triceps.

The used condom was ripped off and thrown at his feet.

Chu Qinjiang took the lotion bottle on the sink and squeezed some on his fingertips.

He sent the lotion into Lu Shu's body, expanding one finger at a time.

His eyes fell on Lu Shu's slightly frowning brows, and he jokingly said, "Do you know what you are like now?"

There were two more people in the bathroom, the hot lamp was warm, the breath intertwined, and a layer of mist gradually emerged from the mirror.

The figure inside became blurred.

Chu Qinjiang came out with a few fingers, replaced it with himself, and punched hard, Lu Shu's breathing stopped suddenly.

Chu Qinjiang raised his hand to wipe off the mist on the mirror.

On the edge where clarity and blur meet, there is a mixture of body fluids and emulsions left behind.

Lu Shu's face was turned away, and he saw himself in the mirror.

The skin, muscles and bones, wherever the eyes see, are all imprints of another person.

The bright warm light is spread on it, adding a dangerous lingering for no reason.

Chu Qinjiang stepped up his strength and made a fierce impact sound, and Lu Shu's arm that was supporting the cold stone platform tensed suddenly.

A long leg hung down, and was knocked unconsciously backwards, and kicked against the cabinet door, making an abrupt movement.

"Lu Shu," Chu Qinjiang clasped the back of his head with his palm, and whispered in his ear, "I will kill you."

The uncontrollable emotions are only one step away, and they will overflow.

Lu Shu turned his head, wrapped his fingers around the tie, and wrapped it around Chu Qinjiang's waist, leading him a step further.

He hummed unbearably, resting his chin on the collarbone of the other party, panting for a moment.

Then she tilted her head and kissed Chu Qinjiang's ears.

"You can try."

The small piece of mirror that had been wiped off with fog beads became hazy again under the blessing of rapid breathing.

In the middle of the night, I drift away in indulgence, and the moon loses its color.

Xi Guang is ignorant and is about to pass through the clouds.

—

When Lu Shu woke up, there was no one around him.

The room was quiet with the curtains drawn, but the lights were turned on all night.

He moved, and a burst of sourness quickly dissipated, the waist and hips were the first to bear the brunt.

It is clear that he has not lost his fitness in the past few years. Unexpectedly, his physical strength is still a bit weak, but it is not too uncomfortable. After all, he did not make Xiu Qinjiang feel better.

Lu Shu took out his phone and checked the time, it was almost twelve noon.

There were a few phone calls from Lin Jing, but because someone silenced them, one of them was not answered.

Lifting off the thin quilt, he picked up the clothes on the floor and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom was also in a mess, Lu Shu tried not to squint, and took a quick shower with cold water.

There were too many suspicious marks on his body. He tied his tie, dressed tightly, and put a few band-aids on his neck.

When I walked to the living room, I found that there was a delivered breakfast on the coffee table.

The temperature of the bowl wall is not high, it must have been a while since Xiu Qinjiang left.

A note was pressed on the edge of the dinner plate, with familiar writing on it, Lu Shu picked it up.

——Mr. Lu, you owe a good morning kiss, remember to pay it back next time.

He put the note in his pocket without changing his face, left the hotel suite without breakfast.

......

Xiu Qinjiang hooked the key ring with his index finger, turned it around, and pushed open the office door.

Someone else was unexpectedly in the office.

Hearing the movement, the man standing in front of the French window slowly turned around.

Xiu Qinjiang raised his eyebrows, and threw the key on the table: "Your Majesty, are you so free?"

He casually took off his jacket with a few buttons missing, habitually trying to untie the collar of his shirt.

Immediately, he thought of something and stopped.

The man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. Although his face was young, he had an aura that would not be underestimated.

An outstanding elite demeanor, his expression is not revealed on the surface, and he looks unpredictable.

"You didn't come to the company all morning, and you are the one who is free." Zhong Wenzhu said.

Chu Qinjiang curled his lips, looking cynical: "It's okay."

Zhong Wenzhu saw that he couldn't hide his joy, his eyes flicked across the looming red marks on the collar, and said in a calm tone, "The reason why Gu Yuan was sent back to England is to make it easier for fooling around?"

Sitting across from him, Xiu Qinjiang said indifferently, "Whether she's here or not doesn't affect my fooling around."

"It's you," Chu Qinjiang said again, "you made a special trip just for Gu Yuan, you're really free, don't those old bums in the headquarters find fault?"

Zhong Wenzhu neither admitted nor denied, but only said: "If you plan to abandon the line of the Gu family, you can handle the follow-up by yourself and cause trouble, and I will not help you deal with the aftermath."

Xiu Qinjiang smiled insincerely: "You don't even want the line of the Gu family, so what trouble can you have?"

"Gu Yuan is different from Gu Qi," Zhong Wenzhu looked directly at him, "and don't forget, you have President Du."

Xiu Qinjiang put down his teacup, his expression lightened a bit: "Don't worry, she can't make any waves."

"You just need to understand." Zhong Wenzhu stood up, walked over to press his shoulder, "No matter what, the Gu family is a very good partner, I hope you can give Gu Yuan a face."

Back then, Zhong Wenzhu married Gu Yuan's sister Gu Qi through a commercial marriage with the Gu family.

It's just that both parties were well aware of the nature of the marriage, and there was no relationship between them, and they divorced peacefully after each got what they needed.

The in-laws can't do it, and they are still inseparable partners in business.

The Gu family helped Zhong Wenzhu a lot, and Zhong Wenzhu also respected them, so naturally he had to favor Gu Yuan a bit.

Xiu Qinjiang said lazily, "I know."

After Zhong Wen chased him away, Xu Qinjiang wanted to make a phone call to ask if the hotel front desk had checked out, but the phone rang.

The number is hidden on the screen, only from abroad.

Casually raising his eyebrows, Xiu Qinjiang clicked to connect.

"Have you eaten yet?" The other side greeted first.

Xiu Qinjiang laughed and mocked, "You're so polite, President Du."

Du Wei on the phone was obviously choked, and it took a while to suppress her temper and said, "I didn't come to quarrel with you."

"Huh?" Xuan Qinjiang said freshly, "Could it be that you really came to ask me if I ate?"

Du Wei didn't go around in circles with him, and said straight to the point: "Why did you let Gu Yuan come back?"

Qin Qinjiang sighed, pretending to regret: "Chairman Du is good at everything, but his acting skills are not good, so why don't you put on a few more words?"

Du Wei said sternly: "Xu Qinjiang, I hope you understand that you are talking to your mother, put away your foolishness!"

Xuan Qinjiang was puzzled: "Could it be that Lu Wang didn't bring the words to you?"

Du Wei didn't hear it at all: "Gu Yuan, she—"

"Du Wei," Xuan Qinjiang's voice sank sharply, "I said, don't stretch your hands too far. Are you tired of trying to squeeze people around me for so many years?"

"I used to turn a blind eye to it because of Zhong Wanya," he said, "If you still want to stay in the position of president, you'd better keep yourself safe. I'm not that patient."

Du Wei said bitterly: "You dare to threaten me?"

"I'm warning you." Hearing her show her true face, Xiu Qinjiang felt better again, "I think you don't have the capital to let me threaten you now."

Du Wei yelled and cursed on the phone, swearing one after another.

Over the years, she has grown older and her temper has become more and more serious, and she beats things frequently. If Xiu Qinjiang was in front of her, she would definitely slap her.

Xiu Qinjiang leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, listening happily.

He is not affected in any way, and even has a tendency to be in a better mood.

When the other party has scolded enough, the scolding is exhausted.

Only then did Xiu Qinjiang speak out again, and said with great interest: "When you are tired of cursing, go to eat. I have eaten Western food for more than ten years. Today it is time for a change."

"I'll ask them to make a good mushroom soup for you."