Chapter 191

Just muddle through the rest of the months and you're free.

However, there is still a big problem to be resolved, that is, fake pregnancy.

I think it's a big head.

This matter can only be allowed to take its course. It's time to find a chance to accept the blame.

As she was about to go to bed, she heard the door open outside. It should be that Ji Zhengting hasn't slept yet. He's in a bad mood tonight. He can't sleep for sure.

It can be said that all these things happened by himself, and he took good care of himself before, so it's necessary to apologize to him. Moreover, in order to avoid the further deterioration of the relationship between their mother and son, we have to aggrieve him first.

Song Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. When she opened the door, Ji Zhengting just went upstairs with a glass of wine.

Two people four eyes up, all slightly a Zheng.

Song Qingcheng first looked away and noticed the wine in his hand, "are you drinking?"

Ji Zhengting was in a bad mood and couldn't sleep, so he went down and poured a glass of wine to relieve his boredom.

"Shall I have a drink with you?" Song Qingcheng suddenly became interested.

In fact, she hates drinking very much, especially after she was drunk by Gu Feng's gang last time, she hates drinking even more, even the people around her.

But tonight, obviously, is an exception.

"Go to bed early." Ji Zhengting just threw her three words and went back to the room.

Song Qingcheng was rejected and lost. Watching him enter the room, as the old lady asked, she didn't close the door. She turned her eyes around and then stomped downstairs.

When she came back, she also had a glass of wine in her hand. It's foreign wine. She has never drunk this kind of wine. She is very curious about the taste?

'dong Dong Dong '

she knocked at Ji Zhengting's door and said, "Ji Zhengting, may I come in?"

“……” There was no response. And the light is a little dark, he won't fall asleep after a glass of wine, will he?

"I'll come in if you don't talk." Before Song Qingcheng went in, he spoke again.

Still no response, she went straight in.

It seems dark inside from the outside, but the light is still on on this side of the sofa, it's just dark.

In the sofa, a tall figure was sitting there, with a pair of long legs overlapped. In his slender hands, he was holding a wine glass. The orange liquid in the glass was shining in the light, but also with five fingers.

Under the desolate light, men are somewhat depressed and lonely. Deep eyes, mysterious hidden in the unknown mind.

Song Qingcheng found that he had an indescribable feeling about this man, like dependence, like infatuation

In other words, it's light like

There was a sudden shock in her heart. Immediately stopped this idea to breed to go on, drank a wine, pressure startle.

"Cough --"

as soon as I took a sip, I was choked and coughed fiercely.

Who can tell her what this is?

When Ji Zhengting frowned and looked at her, he was shocked by the glass of wine in her hand. Then she coughed, covering her throat, with a painful look on her face.

He closed his eyebrows, put down his wine glass, took up the water glass on the table and went over, "drink water."

Song Qingcheng grabbed the cup in his hand and took two gulps of it. The pungency in his throat was a little relieved.

"What is it?" Song Qingcheng asked him, holding the wine glass in his hand, with a look of disgust. She did not believe that she was pouring an expensive foreign wine.

"Wine."

"What kind of wine is so bad?" God, it's really wine. She thought it looked like a drink, how delicious it would be. As a result

"Foreign wine."

"No wonder it's so bad." Most of the things foreigners like are strange.

"This is not for you." Ji Zhengting took the wine cup directly from her hand and folded it back on the sofa.

"What are you drinking?" Song Qingcheng went over and curiously took his glass of wine. It looked different from his own. "I'll try it."

She raised her glass and tasted it. His cup is really much better than his own. Although the taste is still a bit like it, it is light and has no spicy feeling.

She's very serious. She's tasted it. She feels good.

Ji Zhengting is sitting on the sofa, just watching her taste her wine

Can't help popping up a few words in my mind, are they indirect kissing?

Song Qingcheng noticed that the man was looking at him. Later, he realized the glass in his hand

She drank his wine

Brush, face a burst of hot hot. Even if you don't look in the mirror, you can imagine the red blood on your face at the moment.

However, fortunately, the current light is not bright, should not expose their own embarrassment.Ji Zhengting drew back his sight, put a piece of ice in the ice bucket on the table, put it in the glass, and shook it. The glass soon faded.

Song Qingcheng looked at the wine in his hand, and then looked at the wine in his own hand. The color was almost the same.

It turns out that it needs to be adjusted with ice. No wonder!

She took the glass and sat down. She took another piece from the ice bucket and put it in the glass. Thinking that it would be lighter, she decided to add another piece.

"Don't add too much. It's cold." Ji Zhengting reminds her.

Song Qingcheng thinks he's right. It's cold enough just now. Just add a piece.

Ji Zhengting didn't want to change the cup in her hand, but took a sip of her wine.

Song Qingcheng only felt that the heat on his face was not easy to disappear, and this meeting suddenly came up again.

He actually drank the glass of wine he had drunk

So What are they doing?

Indirect kissing?

"Are you still unhappy about tonight?" Song Qingcheng asked him tentatively.

"No He replied faintly.

Although he said so, she was still very upset, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'll try my best to avoid embarrassing you in the future, and I'll try my best to get along with your mother and them."

She can only say as much as she can, and she can't do it if she can promise. Although she can endure sometimes, she is never a good tempered person. She will also worry about her own concession, and so on. At that time, she is only afraid that it will break out more ferocious.

"Why do you think that all of a sudden?" Ji Zhengting looks at her sideways. That pair of deep eyes, people dare not see more, especially in this mysterious night, showing deep and powerful attraction.

When song Qingcheng looked at him, she hastily drew back her eyes and tried to calm herself, "because I don't want to see you trapped in the middle. After all, we are only engaged in a contract marriage, and the troubles brought to you are unnecessary. "