Chapter 443

"Can we do something now?" The man rubbed her lips.

“……” Song Qingcheng took a cold breath and grasped his hand

Ji Zhengting eyebrows jump, "you have not bought?"

"I'll take it?" Song Qingcheng's face is incredible.

"Shall I buy it?" He had a dark face. It's not that he has to use it himself. He doesn't want to buy it. Besides, how can he have time to buy it?

"What you use, of course, you buy it yourself." Song Qingcheng is upright and vigorous. Can you ask her to buy that kind of thing as a girl?!

How difficult it is!

"I didn't want to use it." He hated having to use it.

“……” Song Qingcheng lips Zhang, Leng is not refuted words. What he said is also true. It's really not what he wants to use, but what she forces him to use. However, we can't give her this important task just because of this.

"Don't do it if you don't buy it!" She said angrily.

Hum, look who's good!

“……” Someone seems to have only the part of compromise. He got out of bed, picked up his robe from the ground and walked out of the room.

Song Qingcheng secretly laughs in the quilt.

Before that, I'm afraid she won't believe it. For that matter, the president of tangtangtang Yuxi male god Ji ran out to buy a condom at night.

What would he look like if he came back later and saw that she was sleeping like a pig?

It's going to explode, isn't it?

Thinking of this, song Qingcheng closes her eyes and goes to sleep. Tonight, she is determined to torture Mr. Ji.

But

Just then, with a click, the door of the room was pushed open again, and the tall man came in. Song Qingcheng turned her back to the door, so the moment the door was opened, she froze and thought it was a thief.

She didn't breathe until the familiar smell came near. Can't someone give up on the way?

She turned and teased him, "so fast?"

"It's the hotel itself." Ji Zhengting has a colorful box in his hand.

“……” Song Qingcheng's big eyes blinked, and he was completely confused. It's hard to say who will torture next.

When the man is pressed down, song Qingcheng stirs up and escapes. However, a bed is only two meters wide, how to escape can not escape the man's hand, plus long legs.

"Ji Zhengting, don't overdo it!" I don't know how many times I was asked by him last time. She couldn't walk well for several days.

"No, there are only three in a box."

“……” Three is too few for him?!

You know, how about at least one hour at a time!

So It's impossible for her to have a good sleep tonight.

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The next day.

When song Qingcheng wakes up from a daze, she sees the bright sunshine from a gap in the curtain. She guesses that it's at least ten o'clock now.

Even later.

Ji Zhengting was really out of control last night. Give him an hour, really underestimated him, tossed her for five hours, or she begged him to let her go.

This guy is really crazy. He must have been holding it for a long time before. He will be indulged and out of control.

But these are not her fault at all, now all vent in her here, feel so innocent!

Well, a certain woman is a typical one who sells well when she gets a bargain.

Try to move the body, the feeling of pain hit the whole body. Suddenly feel, this kind of feeling has been used to. At least, I've had the experience of the last time, and I've been psychologically prepared this time.

Perhaps, this psychological preparation will continue.

Later I found that the man around me was no longer there. Even his body temperature has dissipated in the vacant position, so he has already got up?

Today is the weekend. Shouldn't he leave her here alone?

Regardless of him, get up first.

Song Qingcheng got out of bed, picked up his nightgown from the ground, put it on, and went to the bathroom to wash.

Standing in front of the sink, you can see the ambiguous marks on your neck and chest from the mirror.

This season Zhengting, grow strawberry for her again!

She snorted in the mirror. It seems that I can't go home these days!

After washing and gargling, I can smell a fragrant smell.

Song Qingcheng thought that he was hungry and had the illusion, so he sniffed again.

No, there seems to be some noise outside?

She came out of the room, and the good smell became more obvious. She followed the fragrance like a greedy cat, and then came to the kitchen on the far left.

Ji Zhengting is standing in front of the high-end no fire stove frying eggs and bacon. The juicer next to him is squeezing the juice. The toast of the toaster is also heating.So

Is Mr. Ji making love breakfast for her?

Er Now it's supposed to be a love lunch, isn't it?

The way he cooks is quite different from the way he used to be in the market, but he can't find any conflict. This is the advantage of an impeccable person over ordinary people.

What Ji Zhengting does is very attentive. When he sees her, she has been standing at the door for a while. Even if it is like this, it is a very happy thing to watch him do things.

"Wait outside." Ji Zhengting's eyes on her are soft, like spring water, which can make people drown.

Song Qingcheng didn't make a sound or listen to him. Instead, she came in, hugged him from behind, put her face on his back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the comfort and satisfaction.

What a wonderful thing it would be if time could just stay here!

Ji Zhengting raised his lips. Suddenly, an idea shocked him; he wanted to put down his career for a while, and for her, he wanted to find a world for them.

Just like now, you can sleep any time you want, then make a simple breakfast for her, do happy things with her, and lead her to walk in the afterglow of the sunset

It must be a beautiful day like that.

Five minutes later, a delicious breakfast is on the table. Song Qingcheng helps with chopsticks, and can't wait to taste Mr. Ji's cooking skills.

First of all, she tasted the fried egg, which was not only delicious, but also her favorite sweet heart egg.

When Ji Zhengting came out with hot milk, he saw the greedy cat stealing. Although the heart is very satisfied, but tiger face mouth, "sit down to eat."

Standing to eat is easy to choke or choke, and not very good for the stomach. The main thing is, isn't her leg sore?

Song Qingcheng sat down obediently, took the milk he handed him, took a sip, continued to take a piece of toast, put peanut butter on it, and ate it.

Someone sat opposite and watched her eat with relish.

At least, she has been working hard all morning. She doesn't even express herself. Instead, she wolfs down what she eats. She has no conscience at all!