The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 738: Cheng Yu, how have I treated you badly?

A taxi drove steadily into the sea view villa area in the quiet night.

The dim street lights cast a soft glow, adding a touch of tranquility and mystery to this high-end residential area.

Following Jiang Chengyu's vague but joyful instructions, the taxi slowly stopped in front of the door of the house that he mentioned as "the home that Xiaoji gave him."

Jiang Chengyu pushed the car door open with great effort, and staggered out of the car, while happily thanking the driver.

Tongue-tied, he said, "Thank you, Master. Good night. I'm home now. Bye."

The driver looked through the rearview mirror and reminded him helplessly: "Sir, you haven't paid yet!"

Jiang Chengyu finally woke up from his dream and apologized dizzily: "Sorry, I was so happy that I forgot to hum!"

After saying that, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and fumbled on the screen for a long time before completing the scan code payment. The amount displayed was five hundred yuan.

The driver quickly said, "Sir, you paid too much. Three hundred will be fine!"

Jiang Chengyu waved his hand, opened the car door and got out with staggering steps, saying vaguely: "It's okay, I'll take your car next time."

After snorting, he turned and walked towards the entrance of the villa. Every step felt like stepping on cotton, soft and weak, yet filled with a stubborn excitement.

He came to the door of the villa, instinctively stretched out his finger, and lightly pressed the fingerprint lock. With a "click", the door lock opened.

He gently pushed open the door, and a familiar and warm breath hit him in the face, as if wrapping him in a gentle embrace.

He muttered, "Xiaoji um... gave me a home... um hum, I sleep soundly."

He stumbled upstairs, seeming to be searching for directions in his memories, and arrived at the master bedroom door with ease.

He gently grasped the door handle and slowly opened the door, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

He subconsciously made a "hush" gesture and muttered, "Xiaoji is weak and goes to bed early every day."

As he walked into the room, he took off his clothes unsteadily. Some of the buttons on his shirt had come undone as he pulled on them, and his tie was hanging crookedly around his neck.

He approached the large, snow-white bed. The decorations beside the bed were faintly visible in the dim light, as if witnessing what was about to happen.

He reached out to lift the quilt, and he felt as if he had found his home. He couldn't help but hug Mu Xiaoji tightly from behind.

At this time, Mu Xiaoji returned home with a fever and injected himself with antipyretic medicine to relieve the discomfort.

He also took a sleeping pill, and under the effect of the drug, his consciousness was in a hazy state of half-awake and half-dreaming.

Jiang Chengyu put his face close to Mu Xiaoji's ear, his voice as soft as a whisper, as if he was afraid that speaking louder would ruin the beauty before his eyes:

"Xiaoji, I miss you so much. Every time I see you by the river, I know you are sick.

But I can't go back to you no matter what. Do you know how much my heart is tormented?"

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more excited. While he was talking, he pressed his body against Mu Xiaoji.

She began to whisper in his ears, and then, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally found an outlet, he kissed Mu Xiaoji's lips madly.

Mu Xiaoji gradually regained consciousness after this series of actions. He opened his eyes slightly, and with a hint of confusion and surprise, he murmured, "Little Monster, why are you back?"

Jiang Chengyu seemed to be immersed in some kind of dream and responded: "Didn't you bring me back?

This is our home, I rest here, my heart is at peace, hum!" As he spoke, his hands began to move restlessly.

She skillfully unbuttoned Mu Xiaoji's pajamas, her eyes revealing a kind of passion and desire, and whispered: "Xiaoji, I want you..."

Mu Xiaoji suddenly woke up from his intoxication, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said: "No, little monster, I..." As he said that, he was about to push Jiang Chengyu away.

However, Jiang Chengyu seemed to have lost his mind and pushed him onto the big bed.

Restrained by her pajamas, Mu Xiaoji's hands were tightly bound by her stripped-off clothes.

Jiang Chengyu's eyes fell on the crisscrossing scars on Mu Xiaoji's back. He licked the scars gently as if they were stung.

Then he touched her gently again, and asked with a hint of heartache in his voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Mu Xiaoji frowned, tears welling in his eyes. He said aggrievedly, "It doesn't hurt. I owe you this."

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his body, as if it was being torn apart, and beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

Jiang Chengyu held Mu Xiaoji's jaw with his left hand, demanding everything from him, attacking him from all over, and venting the heat that had been pent up in his heart for a long time.

At this moment, Mu Xiaoji was like a helpless fish on a chopping board, being pressed down on the big bed by Jiang Chengyu.

Her hands were bound by her clothes and she couldn't move, and her jaw was clamped tightly by Jiang Chengyu, so she could only endure the kisses that fell like raindrops.

However, despite the pain in his body, Mu Xiaoji felt a surge of complex emotions in his heart.

Compared to Jiang Chengyu's cold and indifferent look at the concert just now, the close contact at this moment,

He suddenly felt as if he was in the clouds of happiness, and his previous feeling of being ignored was suddenly pulled back from the bottom.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the room became more and more intense. As they tossed and turned, the bedroom was a mess.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, and the bed sheets were in disarray. Jiang Chengyu hugged Mu Xiaoji tightly, and fell into a deep sleep after the passion.

The next morning, the first rays of the sun appeared, and the soft sunlight quietly fell into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Jiang Chengyu gradually woke up in the dim light. He felt a warm body in his arms.

He subconsciously looked down and found that he was hugging Mu Xiaoji tightly, and suddenly became nervous.

He kicked Mu Xiaoji off the bed as if he had been electrocuted, and exclaimed, "Do you have any self-respect? Why are you running into my bed?"

Mu Xiaoji rolled over and fell to the ground. The sunlight shone on him, creating a bright yet cruel picture of spring.

The eye-catching marks on his body were a testimony to last night's passion. His hands were still tightly bound. What was most distressing was that his mutilated right leg was particularly glaring in the morning light.

Jiang Chengyu was stunned by the scene before him. He looked around in panic before realizing that he was in a sea view villa.

His mind was completely blank, completely blacked out, and he had no memory of what happened last night.

It is not difficult to see how crazy my behavior was last night from the clothes scattered all over the floor and the messy bed.

Mu Xiaoji twisted his hands, trying to break free from the tight fastenings of his pajamas, but his struggle seemed so weak.

Jiang Chengyu slowly stood up and walked barefoot towards the first aid kit on the coffee table.

He saw the syringe and vial that Mu Xiaoji had injected himself with last night, and his heart tightened slightly. He asked softly, "You had a fever yesterday, so you didn't have to go to the concert."

After saying that, he took out cotton wool and some ointment, walked closer to Mu Xiaoji again, squatted down, and helped him apply the ointment on the area on his back that was injured by the branch.

Mu Xiaoji felt a surge of complex emotions in her heart when he touched her, and she didn't dare to move.

Jiang Chengyu then realized that Jiang Shuo was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "Where's Choubao? Normally, he should have finished his morning lessons by this time."

Mu Xiaoji responded in a hoarse voice: "He's not here."

Jiang Chengyu was silent for a moment, and said in a cold tone: "Your body needs to rest. Although the operation was successful,

But I can't stand your high fever every day! Let's go back to Goldsmith Bay! You'll recover faster with more people to take care of you."

Mu Xiaoji was slightly stunned, then said softly: "Thank you..."

Jiang Chengyu immediately reached out to help him untie his bound hands. Mu Xiaoji, trembling all over, crawled to the bed with difficulty and reached out to take the prosthesis.

While installing his prosthetic limb, he pleaded in a tearful voice, "Little Monster, what should I do?

"Can you come back to me? Don't leave me alone, drifting alone, okay?"

Jiang Chengyu did not respond. He walked to the coffee table, put down the medicine bottle in his hand, turned around, picked up the clothes on the ground, and put them on silently.

Then, without looking back, he walked towards the door, opened it, and closed it gently.

Mu Xiaoji stared blankly at the closed door, feeling mixed emotions. He didn't know whether he should be happy about Jiang Chengyu's arrival or ashamed of the humiliation he had just suffered.

In Gu Ze's warm and elegantly decorated apartment, the early morning sunlight shines through the thin curtains, casting a soft halo of light.

Gu Ze had never been as happy as he was last night. In the club last night, because Jiang Chengyu was with him, he was in a particularly good mood and drank a lot of wine without realizing it.

At this moment, he walked out of his room sleepily, his head still a little dizzy, but subconsciously walked straight towards Jiang Chengyu's bedroom.

When he arrived at Jiang Chengyu's door, he raised his hand politely and knocked gently. The knock was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no response. He couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, so he gently opened the door and slowly walked in.

The room was tidy and clean, the bed was made flat, and there was obviously no sign that anyone had slept in it. Jiang Chengyu was not in the room.

Gu Ze's brows furrowed instantly, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart. He turned around hastily and ran downstairs in a hurry.

At this time, Feng Tao had already ordered takeout and was placing the steaming hot food on the dining table, waiting for Gu Ze to come and enjoy it.

As soon as Gu Ze came downstairs, he anxiously asked Feng Tao: "Feng Tao, have you seen Cheng Yu? He is not in the room."

Feng Tao was surprised when he heard this and asked, "He didn't come back last night? I thought he came back on his own."

Gu Ze was a little angry when he heard it, and blamed: "Why didn't you bring him back? I drank too much last night.

You are not in a clear mind. What are you doing? How could you forget such an important thing?

After saying that, he looked around anxiously and asked anxiously, "Where's my phone?"

Feng Tao replied unhappily, "The same place."

Gu Ze finally reacted, walked quickly to the dining table and sat down, reached out to pick up the phone on the table, slid his fingers skillfully across the screen, and quickly dialed Jiang Chengyu's number.

At the same time, in the tranquil sea view villa, Mu Xiaoji changed into a new set of pajamas.

After last night's tossing and turning, his body looked exhausted. He dragged his heavy steps and was about to lie back on the bed to rest again.

At this moment, a crisp cell phone ring suddenly rang out. He was slightly startled, and his eyes swept around the room, and finally found Jiang Chengyu's cell phone under his torn clothes.

He picked up the phone and saw a note called "Gu Ze" on the screen. He hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the call.

On the other end of the phone, Gu Ze's anxious apology came immediately: "I'm sorry, Cheng Yu, I drank too much last night and my mind was completely confused.

I thought Feng Tao would bring us home safely. Where are you now? I haven’t seen you this morning and I’m so worried.”

Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly and responded softly: "He forgot to bring his phone, so he should go to the company!"

When Gu Ze on the other end of the phone heard Mu Xiaoji's voice, his face instantly became very ugly.

"Mr. Mu?" After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but raise his voice, his tone full of anger and disbelief.

Feng Tao, who was standing by, saw Gu Ze's expression suddenly change and looked at him with confusion.

Gu Ze hung up the phone angrily, muttering, "Cheng Yu, how have I been bad to you?

Why do you pretend to ignore him, but still can't help going back to him! Why? "

After saying this, his eyes revealed a hint of hurt and confusion, and he sat there blankly, lost in thought.