Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 17

Jing Sheng followed Yu Zhile to the side of her motorcycle.

Yu Zhile turned to look at him, and he suddenly looked away, looking at the distant mountains.

"What's wrong?" Yu Zhile asked.

"No, it's fine." Jing Sheng answered lightly.

Holding back a laugh is fucking harder than holding back a pee.

Yu Zhile glanced at him lightly again, took off the black helmet hanging from the handlebar, and handed it to him, without saying a word.

Jing Sheng glanced at the things in her hand and asked, "Aren't you wearing it?"

"Just one, take it." Yu Zhile moved his hand forward.

Jing Sheng kept his hands in his pockets all the time, and didn't make a sound or answer.

Seeing him not moving, Yu Zhile lowered his voice and asked, "You don't know how to wear it?"

The man immediately raised his eyebrows and stared: "How is it possible! Don't be funny, how can I not know this thing?"

Yu Zhile nodded thoughtfully, and switched hands to hold the helmet: "Low."

"Ah?" Jing Sheng didn't understand what she meant.

"Keep your head down," she repeated.

Jing Sheng frowned, but obediently, he lowered his upper body little by little until it reached the height of the woman's face.

Yu Zhile raised his arms, rubbed them, and put the helmet on his head.

Before he could react.

Jing Sheng immediately turned his round, dark head back, and was a little taken aback by the woman's sudden move.

The rest of his facial features were tightly covered by the helmet, only two big eyes were exposed.

Staring at Yu Zhile, blinking.

Stupid.

Amused by his expression, Yu Zhile inadvertently hooked his lower lip, raised his hand to cover the windshield in front of him, and waved: "Get in the car, let's go."

Jing Sheng still didn't move, to be precise, he stood there completely still.

The wind is moving and the clouds are flowing.

It's all because the helmet is too tight and airtight, and now his whole head feels like being locked in a small spherical sauna, constantly burning hot.

Just because the woman smiled at him.

Also, is this helmet also worn by her?

It's over, something is wrong.

not feeling well.

Sudden heart attack.

I can't walk anymore.

"Aren't you leaving?" Yu Zhile was already urging him in the car.

She was wondering if this man had symptoms of habitual trance, she had seen him suddenly go numb more than once.

"Oh." Jing Sheng responded, and slowly moved towards her, but for some reason, his limbs seemed a little stiff and uncoordinated.

Jing Sheng was tall and long-legged, and it didn't take much effort to get into the back seat.

It just touched the woman's back suddenly, that place was like a defibrillator, even though the thick cloth was behind him, Jing Sheng's heart still skipped a beat, a big one.

Unsteady breath, full of weightlessness.

"Are you seated?" In the roar, he heard Yu Zhile ask.

After regaining his senses, Jing Sheng bent his legs awkwardly, finally found the pedals on both sides, and then replied: "Okay."

...what a bird.

He didn't know where to put his hands.

It's not that he hasn't touched a woman before. Why is Yu Zhile like an electric shock baton? After getting in the car, he dared not move or touch her at all.

While still thinking about this question, Yu Zhile has accelerated and rushed out.

Leaning backward in inertia, Jing Sheng hastily grabbed the armrest behind him.

The locomotive was moving extremely fast, and the rushing wind was all around his ears, and the woman's black hair brushed against the glass in front of his eyes once and for a while.

The fields on both sides, the cedar formations, overlap each other and are pulled into green and green wild grass lines.

Jing Sheng stayed in the helmet silently, watching the woman in front of him condescendingly, many bright light spots rolled over her hairline, coat, and shoulders in a hurry.

The thrilling feeling of close contact for the first time gradually slowed down.

Jing Sheng began to think about his sitting posture. To be precise, he didn't like this posture very much.

He moved his lower body slightly forward, so that he got closer and closer to Yu Zhile's back.

After being bored for a while, Jing Sheng lowered his head slightly and called her name: "Yu Zhile."

"Is there something wrong?" The woman outside replied.

When she heard it, Jing Sheng moved his neck awkwardly, and struggled for at least ten seconds, but he was still stuck in the helmet, and asked in a low voice, "Can I... hug you?"

Yu Zhile was outside, not to mention the first floor, the wind was so loud, and the roar of the locomotive buried him.

This time she really didn't hear clearly, and replied loudly:
"What did you say--"

"..."

Did this girl do it on purpose?
It was hard enough asking that request, and he didn't want to do it again.

Regardless, Jing Sheng let go of the hand that was still holding the handle, and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist without hesitation.

She was so thin, and at the same time, he could feel her upper body stiffen because of it.But he didn't care, pretending that he didn't see anything, and didn't realize that he was already hugging her, and he would only hug her tighter.

"What are you doing?" Yu Zhile slowed down the car and asked in a cold voice, noticing the arms of the people behind him.

He leaned against her back gently, his chest was warm, without saying a word, he was as quiet as falling asleep, and completely wrapped her up.

"Jing Sheng?" She called his name.

In the next second, the man replied confidently and said loudly, "Fasten your seat belt."

Yu Zhile: "..." What a weird reason.

Jing Sheng didn't intend to let go at all, and she couldn't move her hands away while driving the motorcycle.

Ok.

OK.

Forget it, she is too lazy to care about it.

Allowing him to circle her waist, Yu Zhile turned the handle again and sped towards the town.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when it stopped firmly at the corner of Mayor Xu's house.

The sun for most of the day has made the winding and long alley a layer of warmth and mist.

Yu Zhile stepped on the feet and waited for Jing Sheng to get off first.

The man folded his hands, still clasped in front of her, leaning against her lazily, without moving.

Really asleep?
Yu Zhile shrugged one shoulder and reminded: "It's here."

"That's right." The answer came quickly, obviously not asleep, but just didn't want to go down.

"Ah."

"Let's sit again..." His ending was lazy and muffled, half playful and half coquettish.

"Then sit down." Yu Zhile pulled his arms away and got out of the car neatly.

His jaw went blank, Jing Sheng raised his head, ground his teeth uncomfortably, cursed inwardly, and followed suit.

Back on the ground, he took off his helmet, took a deep breath of fresh air, and handed it back to Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile took it, and raised her chin at the door of Xu Zhen's house: "You go in, I'll go back first."

"Where?" he asked.

"Cake shop."

"Oh," we were about to leave, Jing Sheng narrowed his eyes in disappointment, then raised his eyebrows and smiled again: "Then when will you come to pick me up?"

He almost forgot the relationship between her and him now.

This relationship gave him a reassurance all of a sudden, and he was proud: "You know, I'm going back to the city."

Yu Zhile turned a blind eye to his small demeanor, and only asked, "What time did you arrive?"

Jing Sheng looked serious, and put on the boss's posture and ordered: "I don't know, you come earlier, the sooner the better."

"Yeah." She quickly agreed, "Come over at 03:30, okay?"

"Okay." After a pause, he said another: "Okay."

One more time, happy.

"How can I contact you?"

Before leaving, he called her to stop.

"Call, text, whatever."

In the afternoon of that day, Xu Zhen found that he couldn't have a good talk with the young boss in front of him.

He was absent-minded the whole time, and from time to time he laughed to himself as if thinking of something interesting.

Jing Sheng couldn't stand himself, so he hastily finished the compensation for the demolition after the company's discussion, and ended it early.

Then I sat alone in the courtyard of Mayor Xu's house, drinking tea, watching birds, playing with mobile phones, and waiting for joy.

Yu Zhile went back to the cake shop, Zhang Sitian was worried for a long time, and when she saw her back, she chased after her and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Yu Zhile replied, walking inside.

"Are you all right?" Zhang Sitian didn't quite believe it.

"No." Yu Zhile replied.

Zhang Sitian felt relieved, and then thought of another matter.

She called Yu Zhile to stop, took out a small card from her apron pocket and handed it to her: "Yan An left it for me, let me give it to you."

Yu Zhile took it over and looked at it. It was a rather concise personal business card, with black characters on a white background, Yan An, and the contact information in smaller font at the bottom.

Zhang Sitian put her hands behind her back and crossed them back and forth uncomfortably: "He said that you have thought clearly and want to talk to him, so contact him."

"Okay, I see." Yu Zhile agreed with a calm face, and threw the business card into the trash can at the door.

Zhang Sitian: "..."

At 03:30, Yu Zhile arrived at Mayor Xu's house on time.

She found another black car parked by the door, which was an Audi A8L.

The co-driver's window was lowered, and Jing Sheng was sitting inside, raising his eyebrows at her: "Put your motorcycle somewhere and let's drive back."

At this moment, Assistant Song's smiling face appeared from the window of the back seat, and he waved to say hello: "Miss Yu, we meet again."

Yu Zhile hesitated for a while, but finally agreed, and drove to another place.

When she came back, she was empty-handed.She opened the door and got into the driver's seat.

Yu Zhile was not in a hurry to set off. After researching and familiarizing himself with the operation of the car for a while, he lightly stepped on the accelerator and started on the road in a leisurely manner.

Assistant Song sat in the back without saying a word, looking at the scenery outside, he couldn't help feeling: It's been a long time since I freed my hands, it's so relaxing and a little bit lost.

After driving for a certain distance, the car was not obsessed with acceleration, nor did it brake suddenly. It was satisfactory and stable. Only then did Song Zhu feel relieved and asked Miss Yu to drive Mr. Xiao Jing. There should be no problem.

He suddenly heard Miss Yu, who was driving in front of her, suddenly shouted, "Jing Sheng."

The voice is neither loud nor small, and dare to call him by his first name.

In the end, Mr. Jing was not angry at all, and replied in seconds: "What's the matter?"

Yu Zhile asked: "Do you have to sit like this?"

How to sit?
Song Zhu paid attention to the co-driver Mr. Jing, but he saw that he was leaning sideways, propping his head with one hand, leaning on the center console, watching without blinking, Miss Yu was driving.

He curled his lips, his eyes flickered, and he was so embarrassed.

Jing Sheng shook his head, foolishly: "Can't it, I want to do this, do you have any opinions?"

Yu Zhile took a deep breath, glanced over, and answered concisely: "You are like this, I can't see the outside rearview mirror."

"Really," Jing Sheng pretended to be surprised, but he still kept his original appearance: "Then don't look in the rearview mirror, look at me."

After all, he's much better looking, isn't he?

Yu Zhile: "..."

"Mr. Jing, it's in the car," Song Zhu began to persuade, "Do you want to have two accidents a day?"

When something unpleasant came, Jing Sheng rolled his eyes, leaned back in the seat, but still sideways, admiring the woman in the driver's seat.

Every time Yu Zhile changes lanes, he has to glance at the right rearview mirror, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see a...smile that widens.

Because it is too conspicuous, I can't help but want to go over.

I don't know what's interesting, what's ridiculous, Yu Zhile can't understand.

Of course she wouldn't know the coquettish thoughts in Jing Sheng's head:

How can this woman be so beautiful.

It's nice to smoke, and it's nice to drive.

Alas, Jing Sheng is just Jing Sheng, even with such good eyesight.

(End of this chapter)