Chapter 329

The Song Dynasty lost its city.

"I'm not picky, just a bowl of noodles." Or a piece of bread when you're hungry.

Ji Zhengting didn't speak any more and continued to drive forward.

About ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a restaurant.

It's a casserole porridge shop. Even porridge looks tall.

Two people in the shop casually found a window seat to sit down. There are not many people to eat at this point, so the shop seems a little deserted.

Ji Zhengting has always been in charge of ordering. But song Qingcheng was a little resentful. She knew she was hungry, but she chose the slowest casserole shop.

She doubts whether Ji Zhengting is sincere and can't get along with her.

Punish yourself for forgetting dinner?

Well, it's possible!

When the order was ready, the waiter served two cups of tea. Song Qingcheng took the tea and drank it all at once.

When you are hungry, the water is good.

Ji Zhengting gives her a cool look. She looks angry and funny.

"Don't stare at me like that. Just say what you want to say." Song Qingcheng opened the topic for him. She knew that he must have wanted to teach himself a lesson, but he would not say it.

He was staring at her like this, she would rather get a good training from him.

"What do you want?" Ji Zhengting took a sip of the cup and then put it down.

"Well?" Song Qingcheng is inexplicable. The topic she expected was not on the same track at all.

"The test is over." Said to give a gift after the test.

"I haven't got my grades yet. Maybe I'm the penultimate. " Song Qingcheng said solemnly.

Sure enough, his face turned ugly. Song Qingcheng wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare. She could only hold it.

"If you dare to be the last in the exam, you'll go home and have a baby tomorrow." Naked Naked Naked threat.

“……” Song Qingcheng's cheek flushed. Fortunately, she couldn't count from the bottom.

If she had known that he would come to the subject, she would not have said anything.

Fortunately, however, the topic did not go on. And the food was not as slow as she thought. Soon, a pot of delicious seafood porridge was delivered.

The fragrance diffused, and song Qingcheng swallowed it unconsciously.

Ji Zhengting looked at her greedy cat, and couldn't help but raise her lips. Pick up a small bowl and give it to her. Song Qingcheng takes it, thanks in a sweet voice, and then picks up a spoon to start.

As a result

As soon as I put a mouthful into my mouth, before I had time to taste it, I was shivering. Put down the spoon, raise your hands and fan your mouth.

The opposite person twisted his eyebrows. He was distressed and annoyed.

Just out of the casserole porridge, with toes think also know very hot. There's no common sense. What's the use of her big head?

There was just cold water beside him. He took the cup, poured one and handed it to her directly.

Song Qingcheng grabs it like a straw and gulps it down.

Er

It's just that her mouth is hot. Why does she drink so much water?

Forget it. Drink it all.

She put the cup down, feel much better, is the lip was hot and a little hot pain, do not know later will bubble?

Someone across the street had a cold face. "Does anyone say you're smarter than a three-year-old?"

This is a naked naked irony.

“…… No! " There are two words in Song Dynasty. Take her age of 20 to compare her intelligence quotient with that of a three-year-old child. It's an obvious irony.

Even if she says she's smarter than a three-year-old, it's not an honor.

"That's more stupid than a three-year-old?"

“……” Song Qingcheng choked.

Once again, I deeply realized that I shouldn't have come to eat this meal.

Then there were two side dishes and two snacks. The porridge is too hot. Just have something else first.

She was so engrossed in eating that she ignored the people in front of her.

It has to be ignored, or she may not feel full.

Ji Zhengting stirred a bowl of porridge, determined the temperature, and then safely handed it to her.

Song Qingcheng looked at the bowl of porridge, slightly stunned.

"Don't you eat it?" She finally raised her face and asked him.

"If you invite me, I can think about eating with you." He's a big card.

“…… Mr. Ji, can I ask you to have some with me? " Song Qingcheng, holding a light voice, pretended to invite him.

Ji Zhengting smiles on his face, but says, "not sincere enough."

“……” It's really not an ordinary push.

Song Qingcheng picked up the empty bowl, gave him a full bowl, handed it to him, and told him, "eat it."Ji Zhengting looked at the bowl full of porridge in front of him and suddenly felt hungry.

After dinner, it was almost ten o'clock.

Song Qingcheng insisted on eating all the dishes he ordered. At last, both of them were full.

"No, I can't move." Song Qingcheng yelled after him. I didn't feel full when I ate, so I stayed up unconsciously.

Ji Zhengting turns back and looks at her slowly. As long as he turns back, he picks her up and sends her directly into the car.

Song Qingcheng wants to complain. What she says is that she can't move. She wants to walk for a while to digest. As a result, he was very good and put it directly into the car for her.

Absolutely!

……

The car stopped at the door of the villa, and the people in the guard box quickly came to open the door for them.

After Song Qingcheng got off the bus, he immediately felt his stomach blocked when he thought that he was going to take a bath and lie on the bed.

No, she has to walk in the yard and digest, otherwise her stomach will be indigestion.

"Well, you go first. I'll see if they're sleeping." Song Qingcheng makes excuses.

At this point, I'm not sure if the old lady is sleeping.

Ji Zhengting looks over to the vice building. He hasn't visited the old lady for two days.

"Go." When passing by her, he took her hand and walked towards the vice building.

Song Qingcheng was stunned.

She didn't say to go with him

When I got to the side of the auxiliary building, I found that all the lights on the old lady's side had gone out.

It's more than ten o'clock. In such cold weather, it's time for the old man to go to bed.

Song Qingcheng looked at him and tried his best. They turned back and walked slowly in the garden.

A round trip, the journey is not far, but the sense of satiety has disappeared, go back to take a bath, digestion is about the same.

All the way, he took her by the hand until he came back to the room. He didn't let go. He took her upstairs and went to the room.

Song Qingcheng thinks something is wrong with him. And his palm is very hot, the heat that can continue to the apex of his heart. It made her feel like a heart in her chest could not help beating faster.

"I went to take a bath." Song Qingcheng said one with, then draw a hand. But the next moment, before he took out his hand, she was held by him again. With a little force on his arm, she felt that her feet were unsteady. She was pulled by him and gasped.

Come back, it's in front of him. Looking up, he bumped into his deep and hot eyes, and his heart beat disorderly for several times.