Chapter 70

She glanced in the private room, but she didn't see Lu Youlin. However, the door of the men's dressing room was closed and the light was still on. Maybe she was changing clothes inside.

Looking back, song Qingcheng continued to politely ask: "you two, what do you need?"

"What services do you have here?" Ji Ling took the pamphlet from the cupboard and turned it over. She didn't look at her when she spoke. She always put on a high Queen's airs.

"What services do you need?" Song Qingcheng did not answer, but asked.

Ji Ling raised her eyes and stared at her coldly. She put down the brochure in her hand, sat up straight, leaned on the single bed, and said, "find a handsome man for Miss ben to massage."

"I'm sorry, handsome guys do, but massage doesn't work." Song Qingcheng replied. Ji Ling is really interesting. She is engaged to Zhou Shaojing, and she has the face to ask for a massage.

"How do you know it won't? Have you tried? " Ji Ling has a sarcastic smile on her face.

Song Qingcheng face a cold, "we here is the sweat steaming hall, Miss need massage, you can go to the massage hall."

"Then get me a pincher." Ji Ling is here to find fault.

"Sorry, we're not a foot wash shop."

Ji Ling gives her a white eye, "beautician should have?"

"No

"Then you ask me what service I need?" Ji Ling jumped up immediately.

Song Qingcheng said with a smile, "I'm just consulting. I didn't say that I can meet the needs of the young lady. Of course, I can feed back the needs of the young lady to our landlady."

How does Ji Ling feel that she didn't find fault, instead, she blocked her own way. Don't worry. There's plenty of time tonight anyway.

"My waist is a little twisted. Please rub it for me." Ji Ling said and fell down.

"Sorry, I won't." Song Qingcheng refused.

Don't say no, I will and won't rub it for her.

"It doesn't matter. I don't dislike it." Ji Ling doesn't care.

"I have no obligation." That's very cheeky.

"I'm a guest and you're a waiter. Haven't you heard that the guest is God?" Ji Ling turned her face to look at her, that attitude, strong.

Song Qingcheng hesitated a little, but he didn't refuse any more. Lift up sleeve, walk to Ji Ling's bedside, ask her, "that part?"

"Here, and here." Ji Ling points to two positions on her back waist.

"Lingling, are you and your fiance so passionate?" The girl next to me made fun of her.

"If the newlyweds are not passionate, what kind of" sex "will they take in the future?" Ji Ling didn't feel ashamed at all. Instead, she seemed to show off.

"Passion belongs to passion, and you should restrain yourself. Don't let your kidney burn down when you are young."

"Don't worry, we can take any tonic in our family, but we won't take any tonic for kidney."

That female classmate laughed, and lying on the bed gossip asked her, "then you reveal you, last night you did a few times, make your waist can't lift up?"

"I don't want to pass the test until I get there three or five times." Ji Ling looks complacent.

This kind of topic, song Qingcheng listen to all feel blush, they actually said the face is not red, breathless. Is the current student precocious or too old-fashioned?

"Song Qingcheng, what are you still doing? Oh, by the way, when it comes to your first love, does it hurt your glass heart? " Ji Ling's capture of song Qingcheng is another satire.

"Yes, or you've been saying it for a long time. It's not in vain." The implication is to give you face.

Ji Ling's facial features drew at the same time, and then laughed and said, "I heard Shaojing say that you haven't been in bed even after talking to him for three years, aren't you cold?"

Without waiting for song Qingcheng to speak, the girl next to her said with a smile: "I think if she knew that your fiance was so good at Kung Fu, she would regret it."

"It's a pity. It's no use regretting."

"Ji Ling, do you think your brother is the kind of man who doesn't give up?" Song Qingcheng's words choked Ji Ling.

Every time she attacks song Qingcheng, she can always move her brother out as a shield. It's disgusting.

"A boring woman like you, my brother won't touch you." Ji Ling told her.

"He really won't touch me easily, but every time he does, he asks me to beg for mercy." Song Qingcheng also said that his face was not red and he was out of breath.

Anyway, they are not shy first. Song Qingcheng has nothing to be ashamed of. Is it kaihuangqiang? Who hasn't eaten pork or smelt it?

"Ji Ling, when your brother looks at it, it's the kind of forbidden desire to be a male god, which must be super powerful." When it comes to the male god in my heart, the girl next to me has peach blossom in her eyes.

"No matter how powerful it is, if you meet a dead person, can you still be powerful?" Ji Ling's sentence is obviously aimed at Song Qingcheng. Otherwise, she can't say that her brother can't because she is angry with song Qingcheng?When my brother comes back, I can't kill her.

"Song Qingcheng, how many times does our male god spend a night?" The girl classmates have a gossip look on her face.

"Once." Song Qingcheng answered two words loudly. These women are really boring. They know they are married and gossip about their privacy.

"Poof --" Ji Linggang took a sip of water and spewed it out directly. When she could not help laughing, she heard song Qingcheng add, "three hours."

“……” The girl next to her is open enough to put an egg in. The envy and jealousy in his eyes almost drowned song Qingcheng.

"Song Qingcheng, you can make my brother three hours at a time just like this. I think you are a dreamer, aren't you?" Ji Ling is also jealous in her heart. Of course, she can't show it.

One is her brother. She doesn't have to think about it. The other is that if she shows jealousy, it will prove that Zhou Shaojing is inferior to her brother.

In fact, Zhou Shaojing does not have the ability to work three hours at a time. Three times an hour is about the same.

Song Qingcheng is also lazy to explain, because the explanation is not clear, "it's good to think about it, do you dare to think about it?"

"I'm not so perverted. I'm going to have my brother's idea!" Ji Ling is not angry with her.

"That's why you have to be envious." Song Qingcheng picks eyebrows.

"Who will envy you? If you have the ability, don't be locked out of the gate by my brother. " Ji Ling provoked.

Song Qingcheng was a little angry. She didn't want to mention it. She just said, "well, I'm not very accurate. You'd better be prepared."

Ji Ling caught her eyes that a faint, proud smile, and then lie down.

Song Qingcheng started at the position she just pointed out. She didn't know whether she was a little absent-minded or not. As soon as she pressed her hand, Ji Ling jumped up and screamed.

Song Qingcheng took a step back.