Chapter 212

"No, he's not that mean." Song Qingcheng a little shy said.

In fact, Ji Zhengting is more stingy than anyone else.

"I'm back, grandma."

Someone's voice came to mind when she was accusing someone bad. She was startled. How could he come out without warning every time she spoke ill of him secretly in her heart?

Can he really feel it?

She gave a sharp shiver. This man is too dangerous to speak ill of in the future.

"What are you thinking, so terrible?" When Ji Zhengting saw that something was wrong with her, he asked her.

"Ah?" Song Qingcheng came back to her senses, apparently unexpectedly, he was already in front of her, "Oh, no It's nothing. "

"Nothing to shake about?"

"Yes? Am I shaking? " She pretended to be ignorant. I won't admit that I'm having a bad idea with him.

Ji Zhengting didn't say anything, but just fixed her eyes. That look, enough to make her guilty.

"You're too old to cook. It's strange to squeeze in and occupy space. Hurry out." Song Qingcheng was a little uncomfortable when he was staring at him, so he simply drove him out.

As a result, the old lady said, "it's almost ready here. Go out and have a rest. Zheng Ting just came back from a business trip. You two haven't seen each other for a few days. Go out and have a good love talk. Just give it to grandma and servant. "

“……”

Finally, song Qingcheng was pulled out by someone.

"Don't hold me. I'll wash my hands." Song Qingcheng earned his hand from the palm of his hand.

When she went to the bathroom, she found someone coming along. She stopped and looked back at him in his spare time. "I'll wash my hands and you'll follow me?"

"I'll go to the bathroom."

“……” Song Qingcheng returned, "you go first."

Ji Zhengting took a look at her and went to the bathroom. After Song Qingcheng was in the bathroom, she saw that he did come in and closed the door. Then she went to wash her hands.

Just in front of the noodle pool, he put out his hand. Before the tap was turned on, the door of the bathroom was opened. The man appeared at the door and scared her.

“…… So fast? "

Did this man go to the bathroom? So fast!

"What else?" Ji Zhengting saw her that embarrassed appearance, thin lip couldn't help but shallow hook.

“……” Yeah, what else?

He came over, turned on the tap with his long finger, flushed his hand, and turned back on the sofa like a nobody, turning on the TV.

Song Qingcheng looked at him and walked out slowly. Later, she found that the tap had not been turned off and her hands didn't seem to have been washed.

What's going on?

How do you see him? It's like losing your soul. It's like being in the clouds.

After that, song Qingcheng didn't talk to him about invitation or love. Instead, he watched his TV and she did her homework.

"Ji Zhengting, come and help me to have a look at this question. How can I calculate? The answers are different?" Song Qingcheng was baffled by a math problem.

Mathematics has never been her strong point.

Ji Zhengting looked at her, "because you are smart." He pretended to be watching TV all the time.

"What do you mean?" Song Qingcheng looked at him.

Ji Zhengting finally moved his attention away from the TV series and threw it at her, "a topic can only be calculated by others. But you can work out different answers. Do you think you are smart? "

“……” Is there someone who is so sarcastic? "Then I'll ask grandma." She picked up the book and got up. What's the big deal? She'll tell Grandma later that he doesn't teach herself.

However, the next moment, song Qingcheng felt a flash in front of her eyes and fell into a broad and solid arms. When I came back, I was really in his arms and sitting on his lap.

Won't be seen through by him again, want to sue his state of mind?

Song Qingcheng deeply realized that this man was too dangerous. Instinctively from his legs down, but, someone seems to be very overbearing, will hold her, unable to move.

"You put me down!" Song Qingcheng became angry.

"I don't want to make a question?" He looked at her in his spare time.

"You don't have to sit on your lap to make a question." Her face turned red.

"If you want to ask me questions later, you have to sit on your lap."

“……” Hooligans!

Song Qingcheng is now found that this man is stingy, and then added a title - hooligan!

Of course, if you want to ask him for help, you have to bear it. However, she didn't feel disgusted to be close to him.

Soon, two people get to the point.

Song Qingcheng's mathematics is very poor, there are many places are not separated from the perfunctory past. But with him as a bully, she decided to ask him to help explain it from beginning to end.

When the old lady came out, she saw their intimate appearance and couldn't close her mouth happily. Originally, I wanted to take a rest, but this meeting quickly turned back to the kitchen.Don't disturb their love.

Unconsciously, an hour passed. It was dark outside, but they were still very attentive and serious.

Song Qingcheng is seriously discussing a topic with him. When he looks at him unintentionally, he just looks up slightly and his lips pass by without warning

She was a little shocked.

Just feel a crisp electric current from the whole body, and then a burst of red face.

For his deep eyes, he did not dare to explore the emotions in his eyes. He stood up unprepared and said, "I'll see if the meal is good."

She was in a hurry and a mess.

The man looked at the direction she left, and his eyes were somewhat thoughtful. Hand consciousness touched on the lip, as if there were her residual aroma.

It smells good. It's charming.

Just listen to the conversation from the kitchen.

"Qingcheng, why are you so red?"

"Oh, I'm hot!"

"Hot?" In winter, he said, "let Zhengting turn down the heating."

"No, he's busy..."

The smile marks on men's lips have been deepened unconsciously, and the boring TV programs have become wonderful.

……

The stepmother and Jiling didn't come until supper. It happened that song Qingcheng and his servants were busy serving food, and the old lady was also very busy.

"Qingcheng, go and ask Zhengting to have dinner." The old lady talked to her.

"I'll call Grandpa." After what happened just now, song Qingcheng didn't dare to go to the sofa.

"Grandpa, I'll call you. You don't have to go." Ji Ling saw her flattering her grandmother, and she would have to sell herself in front of her grandfather, so she didn't let her succeed and went to the old man's study first.

"Then go and call Zheng ting." The old lady urged her again.

“……” Song Qingcheng was distressed. Had to slowly move past, first secretly aimed at him, to see if he has heard their words, heard the words, just, don't call him.