C882 Sang Huihui in the Rain

As soon as he saw the joyous scene that had already been stirred up by him, Ye Cheng felt as if it had been a lifetime. Not only did the rain not decrease in intensity, but it had even shamelessly increased in intensity.

"Oh, damn. There was a car just now, I didn't expect …" Ye Cheng wanted to curse out loud, but he didn't expect that a taxi that was in a hurry to get home would turn into this alley. The yellow lights in the alley were particularly eye-catching under the heavy curtain of the night rain.

Regardless of whether there were any classes or not, it was all up to you! Ye Cheng dodged and didn't need to stop the taxi. The taxi driver didn't even notice that Ye Sheng had already safely gotten into the back seat of the taxi. There just happened to be no one around.

"Oh my god! This is as good as dead. " The taxi driver exclaimed and hit the brakes at the same time. He almost hit the glass wall in front of him.

"Master, I'm going to the Eastsea Metropolitan Cinema. Here's your fare." After looking up the movie theater that played Speed and Passion at this time on his phone and calculating their habit of shopping, Ye Sheng came to this conclusion.

"Aiya, my husband, this is not a matter of money. Look at the heavy rain, tell me …" It seemed that the driver was a straightforward northeastern citizen, and he had an exaggerated expression on his face.

Seeing this, Ye Cheng took out a few more pink furry grandpas.

"Aiyah, what are you saying? I still need to go home! "

"There are two options in front of you. Either accept my good intentions and send me there safely, or force me to make a move and throw you out. "Don't force me to be barbaric." Ye Cheng used both hard and soft methods. At the same time, he did not forget to pinch his fingers until they made cracking sounds.

"If that's the case, what else can I say?" A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. The driver stepped on the gas pedal and headed straight for the Metropolitan Cinema. On a rainy day, in the middle of the night, the taxi was flying close to the ground!

This is bad! It had already been almost 20 minutes. God willing, Qiao RuBing, Chen Luoxue, and the others were still watching the peaked eggs. Perhaps they were hiding there because of the heavy rain, then they would descend from the sky and save the beauty!

Even though his speed was already very fast, Ye Cheng was still anxiously urging him on. Ye Chong came here to call Chen Luoxue, but after thinking about Qiao RuBing at his side, Ye Sheng decided to cancel the insurance. One step, one step!

On their way to the Metropolitan Cinema, they passed several police cars with flashing red and yellow lights. Even through the glass, they could still hear the harsh sirens. It seemed that the matter of Happy Dee had alarmed the police. Ye Cheng's face was full of indifference. He wanted to see what Hong Thirteen could say.

He would not live if he had done something wrong!

"We're here!" Just as he stopped the car, the master turned around to find that the mysterious guest had already disappeared without a trace. He was sitting in a warm place and replacing it was a thick stack of bills.

Usually, when Ye Cheng passed by, the Metropolitan Cinema would shine like its name. It was luxurious and even the steps were covered with red carpet. From time to time, he would even see a few famous celebrities supporting his movie. But now, when he went to the shadow tower, he couldn't even see the security guard. The three giant 'metropolises' on top of the tower also flashed a few times before extinguishing their lights.

Other than the sound of the heavy rain, there was also the sound of the wind blowing. No one else could be heard. The huge movie sign was soaked in the rain, and the love and hate inside were almost a century away from Ye Cheng.

In the end, he was still a step too late. The hope of rushing over to see Qiao RuBing had supported Ye Cheng like faith, but now, his last hope had been shattered. Ye Cheng seemed to have lost his soul, and lost all strength to sit down.

He suddenly felt very tired! Ye Cheng leaned against a marble pillar and sat on the ice-cold ground. The smooth tiles reflected Ye Cheng's slightly tired body and the traces of rain from his shoes.

At this time, bursts of white lightning flashed in the sky. It seemed like it was going to rain. Ye Cheng raised his head and saw a person slowly walking up the stairs while holding an umbrella. In the distance, a black Maserati was parked.

It was Sang Huihui. The night was cool, and Sang Huihui simply wore a mink down to her shoulders. Her dark red qipao set off her curves perfectly. Coupled with the raindrops on her face, it really made her look like she was in a painting.

He placed his legs together and slowly squatted in front of Ye Cheng. His robe was tied with a cross, showing Sang Huihui's beautiful legs without a doubt. Even the act of putting away the umbrella seemed to be extremely provocative.

"Why are you here?" With his spirits down, Ye Cheng was suddenly unable to find the energy to do anything.

"Those delinquents that were scared silly by you, do you still remember? The ones you hit with the lighter. They reported to me that the chief had appeared there, and not long after that they received news of a fire at the Jubilee Bar. " Sang Hui put on a light makeup and his dimples appeared in his smile.

"So?" Ye Cheng curiously sized up Sang Hui.

"Coincidentally, the chauffeur who brought my husband here just now is also one of my people." Sang Hui had a sweet smile on his face. He looked like a little girl in her twenties who had yet to experience the world.

"It seems that there really is nothing in the East Sea that you don't know. One day, if I had done something to let you down, I might not even know how I died." Unknowingly, Sang Huihui's influence had spread to every corner of the East China Sea.

"Husband must be joking." At this moment, the sky turned pale again, and drops of rain began to fall.

"Hubby, let's go back to the Youlan Club. That is where you should be staying." Saying that, Sang Huihui softly held Ye Cheng's hand, held up the umbrella, and walked down the stairs with Ye Cheng step by step and got into his car.

No matter how heavy the rain and thunder outside, as long as Sang Huihui snuggled up against Ye Cheng, she would feel as warm as spring.

In the warmth of the car, the melodious saxophone music twines around her ears. In her arms lies the orchid goddess Sang Huihui, her mischievous fingertips drawing circles on her chest, her other hand resting on her thigh, stroking it up and down. Ye Cheng blinked. Didn't he intentionally make himself feel depressed?

So it turns out that the Metropolitan Film House and the Youlan Union were so close. Just when Ye Cheng was about to get fired up from his desire, the car stopped. Sang Hui supported Ye Cheng and slowly walked into the special room that only belonged to the two of them.

On the left and right of the screen, all the sound of rain, rain, and lightning were isolated outside the thick soundproofing wall of the Youlan Club. There was only a slightly exhausted man and a very flirtatious woman.

"Hubby, if you suffer any grievances in other women, then you can just blame it on me. I'm willing." Obediently like a kitten, Sang Hui took off his small waistcoat, which had a fragrant shoulder and collarbone, as well as a sexy arm. He laid on Ye Cheng's leg with a lowered eyebrow and soft eyes.

"Nope." Ye Cheng didn't even think about it and decisively refused. Being unable to see Qiao Rubing caused Ye Cheng to be distracted, but even if he saw Qiao RuBing, his mood would be even worse. There had never been a woman that could cause Ye Cheng such a headache and he was at a loss of what to do.

"There must be." Don't lie to anyone to Sang Huihui, especially when it comes to relationships.

"If I say no, then no, how could I not listen to my husband's words?" Ye Cheng carried Sang Hui, who was kneeling on the ground, onto his lap, and swatted at Sang Hui's peach-like butt two times. It felt really good.

"This is my husband. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, then do it!" Sang Huihui emphasized the word "do" as her slender fingers caressed Ye Cheng's broad chest.

"I said no, but you're still trying to guess my thoughts. It seems that it's been too long since I've tidied up. This is a bit outrageous!" With that, Ye Cheng turned into a fierce tiger and majestically pressed Sang Hui onto his body. The blood all over his body was filled with blood and was swelling up.

"Is that so? Then come and clean me up, I can't wait... "Oh!" Satisfied, Sang Huihui blushed slightly, as if she was mumbling to herself as she drank several bottles of wine. Her own hands were nailed to the ground by Ye Cheng, her legs were separated, and she longed for the conquest of Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng was like a never-ending wave as he recklessly lashed out at Sang Huihui who was below him. The pain was mixed with joy, and the torment was accompanied by an indescribable sweetness. Sang Huihui felt as if she was an arrow quiver, unceasingly receiving arrows from Ye Cheng.

The moment his body's endless desire poured out, Ye Cheng mistakenly thought of Sang Huihui as Qiao RuBing. Ye Cheng was so infuriated that he gave "Qiao RuBing" a kiss that was full of arrogance and violence. His tongue was long and delicate, reaching into the mouth of "Qiao Ruice" and wantonly rolling and asking for it, as if reaching into the depths of her soul.

Ye Cheng loved Qiao Ruice to death, but he couldn't do anything about it. Why did she not want to admit anything after having his own child? He even wanted to kill this little life! The more he thought about it, the more Ye Cheng's strength increased and his movements became even more rough. The frequency and intensity of his attacks had reached an unprecedented level.

It was like a raging fire, like the sea. Sang Huihui felt that Ye Cheng was like a vast ocean, with endless waves and endless power. Ye Cheng was still in the middle of his charge, retreating, and going deeper into the attack mode. Truly, the feeling of wanting to die caused Sang Huihui to lose all consciousness. She felt like he was flying …

"Ye Cheng, I want to …" Sang Huihui held on tightly to Ye Cheng, his nails digging into Ye Cheng's back. This, on the other hand, further stimulated the male power within Ye Cheng's body.

He was going to tear it apart! He was going to conquer it! He was going to swallow everything!

The desire in Ye Cheng's body turned into a torrential flood, and in an instant, the feeling of exhaustion enveloped his entire body. Finally, Ye Cheng felt tired, while Sang Huihui was already exhausted.

"Awesome, so cool!" Sweating profusely, Ye Cheng was like a lonely mountain standing tall in the rain. His muscles were distinct, making Sang Huihui feel intoxicated.

"Hubby is really getting better and better. Her battle prowess is simply god-like!" Hurriedly pulling up her clothes, Sang Huihui was out of breath, but she still wanted to do it again.

If only Qiao Rubing thought so too …