Chapter 62

Song Qingcheng, why do you always make mistakes at the critical moment!

"Didn't you just say you want me to show it? Turn off the lights, it's more emotional. " Ji Zhengting spoke slowly. The thick and magnetic sound is more and more special in the dark, even There is also a trace of ambiguity.

Song Qingcheng's face turned red. This meeting, she is glad that the light now, not to be seen by the man in front of her, she blushed like a tomato.

She felt that there was a kind of inexplicable dry mouth, soft tongue, in the natural but out, in the lip shallow skimming, that unintentional small action, but with a great temptation - perplexing force.

Ji Zhengting's eyes were a little hot. If it wasn't for the girl's butterfly like eyelashes shaking badly and her floating eyes showing her inner tension, he might really think that she was seducing him just now.

However, her appearance of Banbi fawn aroused his interest in opera.

"Mr. Ji, actually What I said just now is that I hope you can show your gentlemanly demeanor and give me your bed tonight. " Song Qingcheng has a face.

"Yes."

Song Qingcheng didn't expect that Ji Zhengting readily agreed. Then, she felt dizzy and her body was picked up.

"Ji Zhengting, what are you doing? Put me down quickly." Song Qingcheng struggled to get down.

Ji Ting is pressing her hands on both sides of the bed. Song Qingcheng pushed his hands against his shoulder and found that the man did not move and was as heavy as a mountain.

Seeing that she was not his opponent, she had to withdraw her hand, subconsciously blocking her chest, and did not forget to give him a warning look.

Ji Zhengting just looked at her in his spare time, as if he didn't feel anything wrong with such posture and distance.

"What do you want?" Song was upset.

"Not in bed?" He spoke lightly.

"I'm talking about sleeping alone, not with you..." She didn't say the word "sleep" in the end.

"How to sleep alone?"

“……” Song Qingcheng's face flushed. What he said just now was heard by him. He was dead.

In that case, she'll give up!

Song Qingcheng cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Mr. Ji, I think you should be very clear. What I said just now is to annoy your unruly sister. It doesn't mean anything else. I hope you don't think about it in other ways."

"Where do I think about it?" Clearly is an ambiguous topic, but he can always say the wind is light and cloud is dim, and still set her, without any unnatural appearance.

Men's eyes are like a smooth mirror, deep and deep. Such as ink like pupil eyes and carries a strong attraction, always can easily absorb people's heart.

"You know it." Song Qingcheng stares at him. Don't open your face.

It is true to say that the more beautiful a person is, the more he can pretend.

"I don't know."

“……” Song Qingcheng squinted, sharp eyes shot at him, since it is easy to say: "do not know the best, when I just did not say anything."

She can't wait!

Ji Zhengting looks at her.

Just now, what I said was so explicit. In the twinkling of an eye, I said that I didn't say it. It became fast enough.

"It's not going to happen again tonight." Ji Zhengting got out of bed.

Without waiting for song Qingcheng to react, he has left the bedroom.

So, is he really going to give her the bed tonight?

Song Qingcheng sat up from the bed and looked at the door for a long time, not sure. About five minutes later, still did not see him back, she crept to the door, probe out to have a look, outside the light off, also did not see the man.

Maybe he went to sleep next door or in his study. No matter where he fell in love, she would go back to sleep anyway.

……

Song Qingcheng finally had a good sleep. Maybe she was a little tired at work. She almost fell asleep until the alarm clock rang.

In bed lazy stretch a stretch, the whole body from the inside to the outside of the satisfaction.

Inadvertently, see the sofa did not move the traces, the bed, there will be no one else.

She was stunned.

Ji Zhengting didn't come back last night.

Where did he go last night?

Don't you really go to the study or sleep for the second time?

In fact, the second bedroom is also very good, anyway, he will not hurt himself.

Song Qingcheng got up to wash and prepare to go downstairs for breakfast.

Just came out of the room, and from the second bedroom out of Ji Zhengting ran into a face-to-face. It's really a narrow road.

"Good morning." Song Qingcheng looked at him and said hello perfunctorily.

Ji Zhengting didn't speak. He crossed in front of her and went downstairs.Song Qingcheng opened his mouth behind him and really wanted to give him another sentence: what attitude!

Forget it, there's no need to get angry with yourself in the morning.

She followed her downstairs.

Downstairs, the housekeeper came out of the kitchen and said, "good morning, Mr. Song."

"Good morning." Song Qingcheng replied.

Ji Zhengting just slightly nodded, or a cold look.

Song Qingcheng can't bear to curl her mouth. Unexpectedly, the man seems to have eyes in his back. He suddenly turns around and grasps her face.

Song Qingcheng's face was stiff, and his face was stiff. He could not say how ugly it was. And Ji Zhengting's face seems to be heavy.

Finally, song Qingcheng extremely far fetched in the rigid face forced out a smile.

"Take your bag with you and come with me to the old lady's for breakfast." Ji Zhengting left her a word and went to take the coat from the housekeeper, then went to the door to change shoes.

After that, song Qingcheng gave a dull "Oh" and went to change his shoes with his schoolbag.

When they came to the second floor together, the old lady had already put the rich breakfast on the table, and was still steaming hot. It was a good time to take it out.

"Grandma." Song Qingcheng is very kind.

"Is Qingcheng and Zhengting coming?" Grandma's voice came from the kitchen.

"Here we are." Song Qingcheng put his schoolbag on the sofa, ready to help in the kitchen.

"Sit down and have a meal. It won't be cold for a while." The old lady just came out of the kitchen, didn't let her in, and sat down at the table.

"Sit down and eat, too. By the way, where's grandfather? " Song Qingcheng swept around the living room, but didn't see the old man.

"Don't worry about him. I've already asked my friends out to practice Tai Chi."

"Grandfather has so many hobbies." Almost no girl saw him.

"The older he is, the easier it is to feel lonely. He is an old child now." The old lady said as she filled the soup.