Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 1

Yu Zhile grabbed a driver's ticket and went to the Intercontinental Hotel to Zhongshan Square.

At that time, she was flipping through magazines in a convenience store.

The convenience store was not too close to the hotel, but she was still ahead of many of her peers who waited anxiously for orders at night.

Yu Zhile threw the magazine back on the shelf, said goodbye to the cashier she knew, stepped on the balance bike and slid towards the hotel.

The midwinter is approaching, and the whole of Ningcheng is soaked in the icy night air, contrasted with those brightly lit tall buildings.

A warm glow shines from behind hundreds of windows, spreading material desires and extravagance everywhere.

Really cold.

Stopping at the entrance of the hotel, Yu Zhile pulled up the zipper of the jacket.

Her face was small and her chin was pointed. With this pull, the collar could almost cover half of her face.

But there are very few women in this industry, and Yu Zhile's figure is relatively outstanding, so several colleagues who gathered together to chat, recognized her immediately.

One of the short-cut men with one foot on the scooter stopped her and asked with a smile, "Did you take the order at Zhongshan Square?"

Yu Zhile hummed, her nose buried behind her collar, so muffled it was almost inaudible.

"You little bitch, how can your hands be faster than ours?" said the inch-cut man.

Another person answered: "Yu Yu doesn't have a boyfriend yet—"

The "vulgar cross talk" they sang together made everyone in the circle laugh out loud.

Looking back, Yu Zhile didn't bother to talk to them, and walked towards the hotel without squinting.

By the door and in the lobby, there are basically groups of people pulling together——

There were those who were slightly drunk and chattering, and those who couldn't straighten their heads and wanted a stretcher. Most of the sober ones were laughing, and there were also many blushing women who were caught in their arms.

All the sensual places have this ghostly look at night, Yu Zhile has long been used to it.

Yu Zhile took off a glove and took out her phone.

The other party hasn't called her yet, so she can only dial.

After a while, it was connected.

As expected, there was an indistinct male voice, very young: "Who is it..."

"Drive." Yu Zhile replied.

"Ah—?" His bewildered voice seemed to be able to breathe the unpleasant smell of wine through the receiver and hit people in the face.

Yu Zhile frowned: "You called a substitute driver, don't you remember?"

"I called a valet driver?" He seemed to have turned away his phone to ask his friends, because the voice of the next sentence immediately became distant: "I called a valet driver."

"I called for you," the person next to him replied, "Didi, substitute driver, don't tell me your assistant is busy today."

"What's ticking tick tick tick tick tick tick tick, what is the price," the owner of the machine replied very puzzled: "What did I do that require me to pay the price?"

Yu Zhile: "..."

mentally handicapped.

Men who drink too much are mentally handicapped.

When this brother sorts out the cause and effect, it will probably be dawn.

Yu Zhile simply looked for it by herself, she didn't hang up the phone, and asked, "Where are you?"

The cell phone of the person over there was taken over by his friend, and another voice was replaced, which was also more sober: "We are on the elevator side, the innermost one."

"Yeah." Yu Zhile walked to the direction he said with ease, and soon found the two of them.

Just two men.

The one who was already drunk and talking nonsense was probably the owner of the car, and he looked only in his early 20s.

He leaned against the wall, his cheeks were flushed, and he kept moaning.

This is generally the case for people with poor drunkenness, they are dying, sleepy and irritable.

The man next to him who answered the phone for him, wearing rimless glasses, seemed a little older.Those who looked around should be looking for her.

Yu Zhile pressed the call and stopped in front of them.

"You?" The man in glasses put the phone back into the coat pocket.

Yu Zhile nodded, it was obvious.

The man with glasses looked at her again, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pushed the one on the wall: "Here comes the person, let's go."

Yu Zhile followed to glance, and she noticed that a large area of ​​skin from the man's neck to the collarbone had turned a soft pink.Because he tilted his head up against the wall, he could see clearly.

The man whimpered twice like a puppy, lowered his head, and met Yu Zhile's gaze.

He squinted, and there was something wet and shiny in the slits of his eyes.

He didn't stay on Yu Zhile's face for two seconds, he turned his eyes away, then raised a hand, and rubbed his hair anxiously, messing up his bangs.

The man with glasses handed him the gray coat, and said: "Put on the coat, don't catch the cold."

The man took it obediently, and put it on uncoordinatedly with his hands and feet. It couldn't be put on well... like a three-year-old child learning to dress for the first time.

The man with glasses couldn't stand it any longer, so he gave his hand to help the drunk man put on his coat.

The man with glasses looked at Yu Zhile again: "Can you get him out?"

Behind the lens, there's something unabashedly fresh and skeptical.

She was three times as wide as him and got into the car, Yu Zhile thought in his heart, but only said one word on his face: "Yes."

When he was done, he put one of the young man's arms on his shoulders, skillfully and swiftly.Her face was still fair and clean, and her expression was relaxed, without any trace of strain.

The man in glasses bent his lips, relieved, and then handed over the car keys in his hand: "Zhongshan Square, don't go wrong."

Jing Sheng woke up from a dream of falling sharply, his whole body was hot, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to burst his shirt.

It took about ten seconds to figure out where he was.

The back seat of the car, my own car.

The windows on all sides were closed tightly, and the heat filled the entire closed and cramped compartment, making it so hot that one could hardly breathe, almost suffocating.

"Grass..." His throat was on fire, and Jing Sheng cursed twice, shouting: "Xiao Song... water."

The person driving in front didn't answer, and a bottle of mineral water was delivered quickly.

Jing Sheng raised his chin with difficulty, trying to fetch water.Seeing the hand holding the water, he couldn't help but froze.

It was clearly not Xiao Song's hand.

It was a woman's hand, narrow and slender, which looked particularly clean and eye-catching in the dark environment.

It was also during this observation gap that the person in front thought he fell asleep again and put the water back where it was.

Jing Sheng sat up straight and wanted to return his water: "Give it to me, why take it away?"

The woman driving didn't explain a word, but just brought the bottle of water over in the same gesture again.

Jing Sheng took it and gulped down half of the bottle.

While feeling refreshed, some memories from before he fell asleep slowly pieced together in his mind.

He lowered half of the window to let in the bitter wind to refresh himself, and then asked, "Are you the driver?"

"En." The person in the driver's seat finally spoke.

Female, female driver.

Jing Sheng squinted his eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked silently, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes." The woman replied.

"Bring it with you?" Jing Sheng took out the mobile phone in his pocket, wanting to check the girl's information on the taxi app: "It's not too much for the owner to ask to see the driver's license."

He regained some sane speech tone, different from the drunk and harmless before, but more frivolous and mocking.

Without any resistance, Yu Zhile simply took out the driver's license from the jacket pocket and handed it to him.

Jing Sheng pulled it over, and immediately opened it to compare with the information on the phone.

Still a pretty woman.

She has a small face and long eyes, and is fair and clean, but she has a tight mouth and doesn't like to smile when taking pictures.

On the driver's license, she has short hair at the ear level, but the profile picture registered on the software already has shoulder-length hair.

"Yu Zhile." He looked at the personal information on the driver's license and read out her name.

The woman said nothing.

Jing Sheng picked his eyes: "Satisfied and happy?"

The person in front replied: "You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish."

Jing Sheng frowned: "The characters are different."

The woman fell silent again, seemingly too lazy to dispute the true meaning of the name.

Jing Sheng tilted his head and looked at the people in front of him.

Coincidentally, a part of the back of her neck was exposed to his view, a small piece of skin, white and glistening, like pearls hidden deep in the reef.

Jing Sheng licked his upper jaw and began to move his body, moving aside from directly behind the driver's seat.

The back of the driver's seat was a bit high, and after turning it at several tricky angles, he found that he couldn't see the faces of many women.

A little upset, Jing Sheng shook his legs twice and shouted, "Stop!"

Yu Zhile quickly scanned the surrounding road conditions and signs: "It is illegal to park here, wait until you turn at the intersection ahead."

"Stop now." He ordered in a rather unreasonable tone.

Yu Zhile thought he was in a hurry to vomit, so she freed one hand on the steering wheel, took something out of her pocket familiarly, and sent it to the back with a rustling sound.

what the hell.

Jing Sheng reached out to take it.

Day, is a crumpled plastic bag.

She thought he was going to throw up?

Jing Sheng became even more annoyed, and threw away the plastic bag: "I told you to stop."

Yu Zhile stopped the car immediately, the ticket was not issued to her anyway.

"I want to get out of the car."

Yu Zhile looked back and saw that the man had crawled to the door, grasping the handle, trying to open the door.

Yu Zhile asked, "Where are you going?"

Two words popped out of Jing Sheng's mouth: "Piss, piss."

Yu Zhile: "..."

"I'm lying to you," Jing Sheng pushed open the door, smiling so that his eyes curled into two small crescents: "I want to take the co-pilot."

"..."

His purpose is simple and clear.

Just wanted to know what she looked like.

The car was on the road again, and Jing Sheng sat in the passenger seat as he wished, and finally got a good look at the woman's face.

He turned his head towards Yu Zhile's position, and stared at her without hesitation.

her profile.

Good looking, almost impossible to fault the logo.

The forehead is full, the chin is slightly raised, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the most wonderful thing is that there is a small mole on it, which is the same as a Korean actress he has been fascinated by, almost in the same position.

Her cheekbones were slightly higher, but her facial features did not lose color because of the slight bonyness, on the contrary, they added a bit of taste of wanting nothing.

The golden traffic flow, connecting rows of shops and neon signs, shuttles non-stop outside the window.The mottled light and shadow slid over, and the woman's face flickered.

It was more pleasing than he expected.

It was also at this moment that Jing Sheng had an idea.

With an itchy heart, he opened and closed the hand that was hidden in the dark, back and forth many times, in order to judge whether his body still had strength.

After a while, he noticed that the woman's cheeks moved.

Very small movements are also fast and difficult to catch.

But when he saw it, Jing Sheng laughed immediately.She grinded her back molars, obviously because he saw her temper, and she held back her temper.

So what if he got angry, he wanted to see it.

Take a look and see.

Whether she dislikes it or not, is annoying or not.

Thinking of this, the corners of Jing Sheng's lips were raised high, and he stared at this woman more and more frantically, without letting go for a moment.

He also specially tuned a song to add to the fun, and tapped the tip of his shoe to beat the time.

The song is Animals by Maroon [-].

"Baby I'm preying on you tonight,

Hunt you down eat you alive,

Just like animals,

Maybe you think that you can hide,

I can smell your scent for miles..."

There was no unnecessary communication, the song ended, and the car was parked in the B1 parking lot of Zhongshan Square.

Zhongshan Square is the most high-end residential area in the city center, and the size and price of the apartments in it are not inferior to the surrounding villas.

Yu Zhile put into gear, turned off the engine, returned the car keys to Jing Sheng, and then got out of the car without looking back.

Seeing this, Jing Sheng followed closely.Still drunk, he walked with a little stagger.

Yu Zhile opened the trunk, bent down and took out her balance bike, tucking it in the crook of her arm.

Just as she was about to press down the trunk door, a hand had already held it in advance, preventing her from closing it.

Yu Zhile raised his eyes, and the one holding the door was the owner of this car.

He let go of his hand, stared at her and asked, "how is this car?"

Yu Zhile and him looked at each other, neither smiling nor angry, just commented: "It's good."

"That's right—" Cayenne is the top match, isn't it good?

With a bang, Jing Sheng closed the trunk by himself, and put one hand in his coat pocket.

He looked at Yu Zhile again, with a smile in his eyes.

Jing Sheng has typical pressed eyebrows, and when he smiles, he gets angry, which is very attractive.

At this moment, his smile was full of hints, and it became more explicit, no less hinting and explicit than the music in the car just now.

Then, he raised one corner of his lips and asked her, "Would you like to come up with me?"

(End of this chapter)