Chapter 240 Sparks

The front desk turned to her and Fu Jingchuan: "Madam, sir, please show me your ID card."

Fu Jingchuan handed over his ID card and then turned to Shiyang.

Shiyang hesitated.

"How about... I'll check online to see if there are any available rooms in nearby hotels." She said hesitantly.

Fu Jingchuan did not force it: "You see."

Shiyang took out her mobile phone, opened the app, and looked around. All the nearby hotels were indeed fully booked.

There was a hotel with a vacant room eight kilometers away, but it was very windy and rainy outside.

Shiyang tried to make a call and found out that there was indeed one room available.

After hanging up the phone, Shiyang looked at Fu Jingchuan hesitantly: "There is a hotel eight kilometers away and there is a vacant room. How about I go stay there."

"I brought you here, and I have the right to be responsible for your safety." Fu Jingchuan looked at her and said calmly, "I can't let you go to a hotel so far away by yourself."

He raised his eyes and looked out the door: "The current situation is not suitable for driving."

"But……"

Shiyang was still a little hesitant. She glanced at the remaining room, which was just a double bed room.

Standard rooms are relatively more convenient, but double rooms are always more awkward.

"Miss?"

Seeing that Shiyang was hesitating, the receptionist looked at her and Fu Jingchuan in confusion.

She thought the two were lovers or husband and wife.

Fu Jingchuan stretched out his hand directly to Shiyang: "Give me your ID card."

Fu Jingchuan has always been tough on safety issues.

When he found out she was pregnant in Zurich two years ago, Fu Jingchuan also used such a tough attitude to prevent her from living alone.

Shi Yang had no choice.

"Huhu..." The roaring wind and pouring rain couldn't help her get to the next hotel smoothly.

The car may not even be available.

In the end, Shiyang hesitantly handed Fu Jingchuan his ID card.

The front desk quickly completed the registration and gave the two people their ID cards and room cards.

"Here are your ID cards and room cards. Please keep them. The room is on the first floor of the building at the back. Turn right when you go out. There is an umbrella at the door."

The front desk smiled and pointed the way to the two of them.

Shiyang followed the front desk lady's finger and glanced at the back door.

The hotel is a B&B hotel with highly designed independent shell rooms between the rooms, which look like a large tribal area.

Fu Jingchuan took the ID card and room card: "Thank you."

After saying that, he and Shiyang went to the back door.

A long-handled umbrella hangs at the door.

The umbrella was big, but the wind and rain outside were even stronger, and the raindrops were blown away.

At first, Shiyang and Fu Jingchuan just walked side by side. When the strong wind carried raindrops, Fu Jingchuan put his arms around Shiyang's shoulders and protected her under his arms.

Shi Yang's body was slightly stiff and he couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingchuan.

Fu Jingchuan was protecting her through the wind and rain, looking calmly at the road ahead, as if hugging her was just an instinctive protective action.

Shiyang didn't move, letting Fu Jingchuan hold her together through the wind and rain.

When they arrived at the door of the room, their clothes were wet to varying degrees.

Fu Jingchuan opened the door.

The room is not big, but it is clean and tidy. The French light cream style decoration is very warm and the sound insulation effect is good.

As soon as the door was closed, the wind and rain were instantly blocked out.

The only regret is that the room only has a 1.8-meter large bed and a curved single sofa.

Although Shi Yang had been married to Fu Jingchuan for two years, when the bright big bed fell into his eyes, Shi Yang still looked away uncomfortably.

"You go and wash up first."

Fu Jingchuan looked at her trousers and shoulders that were soaked by the rain and said to her.

Shiyang nodded, but also felt a little confused.

It was an impromptu business trip, and we didn't plan to stay overnight. No one had brought a change of clothes.

It's stormy outside right now, so there's no way to deliver takeout.

Fu Jingchuan is also aware of this problem.

He took out a set of bathrobes from the closet, looked at them, and felt uneasy, so he called the front desk: "Please send me two new sets of bathrobes and bath towels."

The customer service delivered the items within a short time.

Fu Jingchuan put the bathrobe under the faucet and washed it, then threw it into the dryer in the room. Then he turned to look at Shiyang: "Take off the wet clothes first, so as not to catch a cold."

"fine."

Shiyang subconsciously refused, "I'll do it in a moment."

Fu Jingchuan glanced at the jeans on her feet that were wet to her thighs: "This is not something that can be done in a short time."

While speaking, she had already taken the hair dryer, picked up the wet chiffon fabric on her shoulder, and pointed the blower towards the wet piece.

Shiyang felt uncomfortable and turned around to get the hair dryer: "I'll do it."

Fu Jingchuan raised his wrist slightly to avoid her outstretched hand: "Don't move."

Shiyang had to stand still.

Her top is made of a light chiffon fabric that dries quickly.

But the rain just now seeped into the bra through the coat, making it sticky and uncomfortable.

Shiyang was careful not to move, not wanting Fu Jingchuan to find out and avoid embarrassment.

But when the clothes on her shoulders were put down, Fu Jingchuan still saw the darker moisture on the shoulder straps of her black bra through her slightly open neckline.

The black spaghetti straps contrast sharply with the snow-colored skin.

Shiyang's shoulders and collarbones are just right slender and beautiful, and her skin color is also fair. The black bra straps make her slender shoulders look particularly sexy and attractive.

Some familiar and hot memories became clear.

Fu Jingchuan tilted his head.

Shiyang turned to look at him in confusion.

Fu Jingchuan looked at her: "Is it wet inside too?"

Shiyang: "..."

Fu Jingchuan's long fingers on her clothes moved.

The air seemed to be filled with sparks from the movement.