Rebirth of Rong Shao

"Then you are responsible for filling my stomach, you know, because I was so nervous before the show, I didn't eat anything, and now I'm starving to death!"

"Ofcouse, myprince." Su Zhen lowered her eyes and stretched out her hand.

"Haha! You are more like a prince than me, okay!" Rong Fei reached out and tugged at the collar. The coat that Su Zhen brought to him was very unique, with a dark gray fur collar surrounding it and just covering half of his cheek.

Su Zhen smiled without saying a word, stretched out her hand and took out her mobile phone and swept Rong Fei towards herself. The phone clicked and took a picture of Rong Fei leaning on Su Zhen's shoulder.

"Today you are really charming." Su Zhen showed Rong Fei the photo.

Rong Fei leaned over his face, his eyes stunned, "Huh? Is this really me?"

"Uh-huh." Su Zhen poked Rong Fei with her finger, as if she wanted to wake him from surprise, "Don't be too narcissistic, be careful to become a daffodil."

"You are just a daffodil!"

Rong Fei turned his face away, resting his forehead on the car window glass, looking at the blurred night scene.

Those stars twinkling in the dark form the shape of London Bridge.

Rong Fei's finger clicked on the glass, it seemed that he could pick the stars like that.

Su Zhen put his elbow on the car window, propped his head and quietly looked at the back of Rong Fei's head and the slightly exposed ears.

The car stopped in front of a small bar, it was almost midnight, but the bar was still full of people, singing and singing, even if he had not walked in, Rong Fei would not consciously be infected by the atmosphere.

Su Zhen patted Rong Fei, "Get out of the car."

Pushing open the door of the bar, jingle bells rang. Su Zhen led Rong Fei to sit down in the corner, waved to the waiter, and walked over with the memo pad.

"There is no menu here. Customers order it casually."

"It's okay, I don't understand it anyway."

"Then I'll just order anything for you." Su Zhen smiled and spoke smoothly to the waiter, and then looked at Rong Fei, "Although this is not a high-end bar, it is a'Martian bomb'. 'And the'silent warship' are quite flavorful. But drinking on an empty stomach is easy to get drunk and is not good for the body, so eat something first."

"Yeah." Rong Fei nodded. There are still so many guests at this late hour. You can imagine the popularity of this bar.

Su Zhen was originally a unique charm, and Rong Fei showed a chic and fashionable atmosphere because of the catwalks these days. Although they came in low-key, they attracted many customers to look at each other.

"Are they looking at you?" Rong Fei leaned forward and asked Su Zhen across the table.

"They are also looking at you." Su Zhen's smile was quite meaningful.

Before long, the fragrant baked waffles were on the table, along with mashed potatoes and salmon salad.

"The steak here is terrible, but the waffle is the signature."

Smelling the scent of milk and eggs, Rong Fei's saliva flowed out, and after one bite, the soft taste suddenly made people feel inexplicably happy.

"Really delicious!" Rong Fei said vaguely, "Don't you eat a little bit?"

From the beginning to the present, Su Zhen has been supporting her head and looking at Rong Fei, which made Rong Fei embarrassed.

"Okay." Su Zhenhao put Rong Fei's hand in front of him in time, and gently bit down the place where Rong Fei had bitten. His lips touched Rong Fei's fingertips, and Rong Fei hurriedly shrank his hands. Go back, "Well, it still tastes as good as before."

"Ah...if you want to eat it, just say, I still have a piece that hasn't been touched..." The touch of Rong Fei's finger remained for a long time.

"It's okay, or do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind..."

"Try the mashed potatoes. It was made with chicken juice." Su Zhen looked indifferent, and Rong Fei's mood gradually calmed down.

A middle-aged man in the bar sang "Closetoyou", his expression was comfortable and contented, and his temples were grayed out to reveal a sense of vicissitudes of maturity. The deep and distant singing voice blended with the tone of the guitar, as if time was also gently swaying.

The waiter brought them two glasses of "Martian Bombs". Listening to the name, Rong Fei originally thought it would be a very strong wine, but he didn't expect to drink it into his mouth. The tip of his tongue was slightly spicy, and the cool feeling spread throughout his mouth. A little bit sweet.

Rong Fei was fascinated by the taste and drank three cups in a row, knowing that Su Zhen had held his hand.

"Taste something else, I don't want you to just drink it like this."

"Huh? Will it? It doesn't seem to be very strong."

Su Zhen's finger flicked on Rong Fei's forehead, "Fool, a lot of wine has great stamina."

So Rong Fei listened to the singing while sipping the lighter wine that Su Zhen had ordered him.

The man who played and sang slowly came to their table with the guitar, which made Rong Fei a little depressed.

The man still played the guitar with his fingers but stopped singing, as if waiting for Rong Fei and Su Zhen's response. The other guests in the bar also looked over, clapping and nodding to the rhythm.

Su Zhen smiled and sang softly. His eyes flowed with the singing, staying in Rong Fei's eyes, "Anddecidedtocreateadreamcometrue,sotheysprinkledmoondust,Inyourhairofgold,Andstarlightinyoureyesofblue..."

It was only the first time Rong Fei heard Su Zhen singing. Many movie fans, including Shengshi Huatian, hope that Su Zhen can record a record, but he declined and decided to focus all his energy on performance. So almost no one has heard Su Zhen sing.

Su Zhen's voice is inherently magnetic. When he sang such a nostalgic song in a low voice, Rong Fei felt the rustle of the record player, and time turned back at this moment.

His mood was aroused by the other party, and he couldn't extricate himself, as if Su Zhen's singing was just for him.

Rong Fei blinked, he felt that he was really drunk.

Rong Fei leaned on the table in a daze all night and until the next morning.

"Rong Fei, Rong Fei, I'll take you back to the hotel." Su Zhen rubbed Rong Fei's head.

"No... I'm going to stay here..." Rong Fei muttered.

The bar was about to close, and Su Zhen chuckled lightly, "Fortunately, your plane is the day after tomorrow, otherwise Perini should have a headache if you are so drunk."

Rong Fei was taken out by Su Zhen and pushed into the car.

To their right is the Thames in the morning light. The sails are little, and the gently rippling ripples are like silver wisps in the sun.

The bewildered Rong Fei opened his eyes, and suddenly leaned on the car window and pointed at the Ferris wheel in the distance and shouted: "London Eye! That's the London Eye! I'm going to the London Eye!"

Su Zhen reached out and hugged him back, and said amusedly: "Why did you think of going to the London Eye?"

Intoxicated Rong Fei was unexpectedly obsessed, "I...I haven't sat down...I want to go! Don't give An Kaiwen a chance to laugh at me!"

Su Zhen raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost the opening time of the London Eye. He sighed, "Be good, don't stretch out your hand anymore... Let's go to the London Eye..."

"Um... to the London Eye..." Rong Fei muttered, his misty eyes lit up.

The car stopped near the London Eye, and Su Zhen carried the rickety Rong Fei to the ticket office. They are lucky and are the first group of guests this morning.

The morning light landed on the Ferris wheel, and as it slowly rotated round and round, it seemed to pour down all the sunlight.

Su Zhen helped Rong Fei sit on the Ferris wheel, and Rong Fei put his face on the glass like a child, staring at the ground far away bit by bit.

This week, there are more than 30 minutes. Su Zhen stretched out a hand to embrace him, rubbing Rong Fei's earlobe with his thumb.

"Well... they are all getting smaller..."

"Yeah..." Su Zhen moved her body, put her chin on top of Rong Fei's head, but did not put the weight of her body on him.

"It's so beautiful..." Rong Fei exclaimed as he looked at the sparkling waves of the Thames.

Everything was so quiet that only the sound of the Ferris wheel was spinning, and only Rong Fei and Su Zhen remained in the world.

"Xiao Fei..." Su Zhen whispered Rong Fei's name and kissed the top of his head.

"Yeah..." Rong Fei's eyes couldn't hold back, Su Zhen gently pressed his earlobe.

"Xiao Fei..."

"Hmm..." Rong Fei maintained his original posture weakly, even though he wanted to look back at Su Zhen.

Su Zhen, who couldn't get a response, hugged Rong Fei over. Rong Fei's world was shaking, he couldn't correct the focus but got embedded in Su Zhen's soft gaze a little bit.

Su Zhen's palm rested the back of his head towards him, turned his face, and covered Rong Fei's lips.

At that moment, Su Zhen's tenderness deteriorated, and the tip of his tongue eagerly picked up Rong Fei's upper lip, which was a kiss extremely hard. Rong Fei subconsciously stretched his arm to support it on the wall next to him.

He didn't understand what was happening now, he only vaguely knew what Su Zhen was longing for and tried his best to find, and Rong Fei could only help him find it.

Su Zhen smashed all of Rong Fei’s defenses almost effortlessly. He kept changing angles and kissing the person in his arms. His fingers wandered in Rong Fei’s hair, violently occupying all the gaps in his mouth. With his nerves, when possession can't satisfy his desire, his kiss seems to ruin Rong Fei.

The hypoxic Rong Fei subconsciously slapped Su Zhen's back.

Letting go of Rong Fei slightly, Su Zhen's breathing is muffled, Rong Fei in front of him is breathing heavily, looking at him with questions.

At that moment, Su Zhen's expression turned gloomy. He held Rong Fei's face and gritted his teeth and said, "How can you look at me like this? How can you not understand what I want?"

Rong Fei swallowed and tried to shake his head, but Su Zhen restrained him from moving.

"Obviously... you are the one who dragged me down!"

Rong Fei wanted to say something, but his brain couldn't function and everything went out of track.

Su Zhen took hold of Rong Fei's lips again harder and harder, his breath was imprisoned, and only the **** that rolled and ruined everything was left. He pressed hard against the corners of Rong Fei's lips, his chin, and his neck.

Rong Fei's shoulders shrank, and his fist banged weakly against the glass.

Why... Su Zhen is like this... Is he going to kill himself?

Rong Fei couldn't think of the answer, and all his thinking ability collapsed.

Su Zhendun was there, and when his reason returned, he took a breath and slowly withdrew from Rong Fei's mouth.

Rong Fei was breathing vigorously, his eyes covered with a thin mist, as if he would be easily cut off by the opponent at any time.

Su Zhen's fingers gently stroked Rong Fei's hair, brushing them behind his head little by little, revealing a smooth forehead.

Rong Fei's tongue was paralyzed, and he opened his mouth but didn't have the strength to say a word. He focused hard, trying to see the person in front of him clearly.

Su Zhen touched Rong Fei's forehead, and she no longer had the almost tyrannical impulse just now. His breathing slowly unified the rhythm with Rong Fei, and his eyes dropped lightly.

The tip of his tongue picked Rong Fei's upper lip as if he was saying sorry. "I want to own you... whatever way..."

There was another slow kiss, and Su Zhen let go of his imprisonment.

Rong Fei stepped back subconsciously, as if Su Zhen's arrogance just now made him timid. But Su Zhen patiently captured Rong Fei's lips and tongue, and licked and kissed softly, until the back of Rong Fei's head was pressed against the glass window, and the two of them clung to each other without any gaps.

Something deep in his heart was touched by such caution, lost support, Rong Fei put his hands on Su Zhen's shoulders at a loss, and the dependence at that moment made Su Zhen's kiss even more fascinating.

Fearing that he wouldn't be able to breathe, Su Zhen's tongue slowly withdrew, but Rong Fei subconsciously wanted to keep the gentleness, rubbing his tongue against the opponent's upper lip.

At that moment, something suddenly collapsed, and Su Zhen could no longer control herself, kissing and biting Rong Fei madly.

No one would believe that this man who sucked and kissed in a way of ruining each other would be the elegant and restrained Su Zhen.

The Ferris wheel slowly descended, and the unstoppable tide was still rushing.

Rong Fei's hand dropped slowly, and at that moment Su Zhen recovered from the madness, "Rong Fei! Rong Fei!"

He shook Rong Fei vigorously, and the fear of gain and loss ravaged his heart until everything calmed down and only heard Rong Fei's snoring... Su Zhen closed his eyes and panted.

"You... this bastard..."

Su Zhen smiled, and there was too much helplessness, self-deprecation, and depression in that smile.

When all the scenery returned to its original position, Su Zhen took Rong Fei away from the London Eye.

He picked him up and walked slowly, attracting the attention of many tourists. But he was always indifferent, as if there was always only him and him in this world.

Su Zhen sent Rong Fei back to the hotel, covered him with a quilt, and looked down at his peaceful expression carefully.

Rong Fei slept very deeply until he was awakened by the crazy phone ringing in his coat pocket.