Chapter 190 Otherwise, let's elope

Looking at Song Ziye's serious expression, Wang Zheng staggered his eyes and didn't know what to say.

Finding a shelter from the wind, Wang Zheng lit the dead branches and put the pheasant and hare on the fire with branches. After a while, the seductive fragrance came to his nose.

Song Ziye sat by the bonfire with her knees in her arms. Her pretty face was stained with a lot of dust, and the redness reflected by the firelight seemed to add a different charm, less high goddess atmosphere, and more intimidation of the girl next door.

Wang Zheng turned the roast chicken, took out a small bottle from his arms, opened it and sprinkled the powder evenly on the barbecue. The aroma suddenly became stronger, and Song Ziye's stomach began to coo.

"What is this? Why is it so fragrant? Song Ziye looked at the small bottle in Wang Zheng's hand and said curiously.

"Barbecue seasoning, I made it myself." Wang Zheng explained while spreading seasoning, "I used to go on missions. It's normal to stay in the jungle for months. I can't eat raw meat every time. Therefore, this bottle of seasoning is also something I have to take with me every time I go on a mission. People can't lose too much."

"However, if it is in the deep mountains and old forests, try not to do this, otherwise it will attract some fierce predators."

Looking at Wang Zheng, who was serious about spreading seasonings, Song Ziye was a little crazy for a moment.

"Come on, try it, be careful of burning." Wang Zheng tore off a handcuffed golden greasy rabbit leg and said, "Try Wang's barbecue."

Song Ziye took it and was not afraid of burning. He took a big bite without hesitation, and suddenly his face was full of admiration.

"It's so delicious! It's so delicious!" Song Ziye's mouth was full of rabbit meat, swallowing and admiring.

"Then eat quickly." Wang Zheng also picked up the roast chicken and nibbled it. Both of them seemed to be foodies. As soon as they met delicious food, they would die.

"Actually, I really thought that if I don't do these desperate things one day, I can open a barbecue restaurant in a stall, sell barbecue with a towel bare arms every day, and watch a group of old men eat barbecue, drink beer and talk nonsense."

Listening to Wang Zheng's words, Song Ziye also showed a yearning expression.

"Can't you really give up your current life?" Song Ziye asked.

"It's not that I can't give up, but there are many things waiting for me to finish." Wang Zheng took a bite of the fragrant chicken and chewed it: "It must be done."

"Just like you, if you give up your status as Miss Song and become the boss's wife of a barbecue seller, would you like it?"

"Nothing can't be done. If that boss is you, I think it's not bad." Song Ziye did not hide his heart at all.

Wang Zheng shook his head and smiled, and continued to ask, "But if the Song family doesn't have you, they will face the danger of falling or even extermination. Will you still make such a choice?"

Song Ziye was also silent.

The greater a person's ability, the greater the responsibility. There are too many things to bear, and it is doomed not to give up easily.

"From now on, your dream is my dream." Song Ziye looked at the stars in the night sky and said, "Open a barbecue stall, even if there is no male boss."

............

For three consecutive days, Song Ziye curled up in Wang Zheng's arms and slept. She seemed to be used to sleeping in Wang Zheng's warm arms. She would not feel cold or dangerous.

However, this has made our great killer Wang suffer. A beautiful woman with a jade-like figure sleeps in her arms and sticks to her body tightly. It's false to say that she is not impulsive. How many times has Wang Zheng felt that her lower abdomen is so hot and wants to turn over to put Song Ziye on the spot. However, Wang Zheng felt that there was no soap to wash his hands in the wild. Isn't it a little too unhygienic to carry out such activities? And it's so cold. What if I catch a cold?

Forced to convince himself with far-fetched reasons, Wang Zheng still can't restrain the rushing army in his heart. He is not a gentleman. He often stretches out his hand, pretends to inadvertently put it on Song Ziye's thighs or buttocks, and secretly enjoys the elastic and seductive touch.

"Well, this is also a struggle." Lying under the starry sky next to the fire, Wang Da's bodyguard looked comfortable.

On the fourth day, Song Ziye encountered another unspeakable problem.

"Wang Zheng." Before Song Ziye opened his mouth, his face turned red and almost dripped water.

"What's wrong? What are you so shy about? What can't be said after sleeping together for so many days? Wang Zheng had no good words, and Song Ziye's face turned redder, which made Wang Zheng have an impulse to take a bite.

"I, calculate the time. It seems that I'm going to come to that. What should I do?" After Song Ziye finished speaking, his face turned red with shame. He stamped his feet, turned around, and didn't dare to look at Wang Zheng directly.

Wang Zheng was stunned and burst into tears.

"If you have no conscience, why are you laughing?" Song Ziye said angrily.

"Come on, what can I do?" Wang Zheng spread out his hands and said that he could not help.

"In this wilderness, I..." Song Ziye was also helpless.

"Oil, I won't tease you." Wang Zheng suppressed his smile and said, "I'll see if I can postpone it for you for a few days."

"Can you postpone it?" Song Ziye was a little unbelievable, but on second thought, the man in front of him seemed to have nothing to do.

"Well, I'll try it." Wang Zheng pointed to the ground and said, "Get down and expose your back."

Song Ziye also seemed to believe Wang Zheng very much. Without any hesitation, he lifted his clothes, revealing his flat abdomen and jade skin.

Lying on Wang Zheng's windbreaker, Song Ziye said, "Can we start?" It's a little cold."

"Okay, that's it." Wang Zheng forcibly pulled his eyes out of Song Ziye's skin, took out a silver needle from the small box in his arms, disinfected it with the alcohol cotton in the box, and then gently pierced Song Ziye's back waist acupuncture point.

"Why do you study traditional Chinese medicine so much?" Song Ziye felt the cool breath in the back acupuncture point and asked.

"It's not traditional Chinese medicine, but gynecology." Wang Zheng twisted a few silver needles, then closed the needles and said, "I also have a little understanding of male subjects. There's nothing I can do. I like this."

"Ran." Song Ziye said softly, but there was a soft wave flowing in his eyes.

............

"Are you finally going out?"

On the sixth day, Song Ziye looked at the town in front of him and the mountains and forests that disappeared behind him, with a little reluctantness.

In the past six days, it can be called the most beautiful and wonderful experience in Song Ziye's life. As a prominent family lady, she has to take care of the image of the family and face all people with the best image every day. These days are undoubtedly her most relaxing moments, although it is a little difficult. But it will be a memory she can't forget.

"Yes, if you don't go out, you will become a savage." Wang Zheng pointed to Song Ziye and smiled, "I haven't taken a shower for so many days and haven't washed my head. I'm afraid your family can't recognize you face to face with you. A flower in the capital has also turned into a dog tail flower in the capital."

"Don't laugh at me, you won't be much better."

In fact, Song Ziye's image is quite good. Although her hair is a little messy and dirty, her pretty face is still very white. Wearing Wang Zheng's ragged and dirty windbreaker, it adds a different feeling to this beautiful woman. Even if it looks dusty, it still can't hide Song Ziye's amazing face.

As for Wang Zheng, he is much more sloppy. The cashmere sweater has already been pulled out of many openings, the leather shoes and trousers are also full of dust, the face is dirty, and only two eyes are relatively bright.

Looking at each other, Song Ziye and Wang Zheng couldn't help laughing and laughing together.

After laughing, Wang Zheng's eyes were warm: "Finally came out."

Song Ziye walked to Wang Zheng, gently took his hand and said, "I still say that. I will thank you for having these six days in my life."

Song Ziye is undoubtedly a smart woman. She knows that she can't control Wang Zheng. The conflict between the family behind her and Wang Zheng is so great that it can't be mediated. Even Wang Zheng was killed this time, including Song Ziye's father Song Mingwei.

One day, Wang Zheng will wave a knife to the Song family.

Whenever I think of that moment, Song Ziye is full of sadness.

So, when she asked Wang Zheng in the mountain, "Can't you give up?" Although she knew that there was no hope, she still had a glimmer of illusion. Song Ziye knew that if she had suffered such a frame, she would not let go of the people who framed her back.

Wang Zheng will not give up what he wants to protect, nor will he give up the goal he wants to achieve, and Song Ziye can also give up the family that gave birth to her and raised her. It was because she knew that future contradictions and conflicts were inevitable that she made a request to Wang Zheng to let her father die.

Song Ziye understood that this six days away from the world was the only six days that could give up all disputes with Wang Zheng and be alone. In the future, I'm afraid it's impossible to find such an opportunity again.

The only emotion in life is so short. From heart tremor to the end, it was only six days.

Life is as gorgeous as a summer flower. Six days is very short for a life, short enough to be ignored into a moment, but this moment is the only dazzling.

At this time, Song Ziye burst into tears.

Wang Zheng knew what was thinking in her heart, gently straightened Song Ziye's hair and said, "I used to believe in a sentence, but now it is the same."

"As long as you want, there will be."

When Song Ziye heard the words, his face was full of tears and he gently buried his head in Wang Zheng's arms.

Wang Zheng gently hugged Song Ziye and let her tears wet her clothes.

"I know what I want. I want that kind of feeling of living with you." Song Ziye's voice is very soft, but far away.

Wang Zheng is silent.

"Wang Zheng, or let's elope." Song Ziye's voice is ethereal.

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