Chapter 313

He was relieved, nodded gently, put down his things and went outside to pour water for her.

Mo Qingling looked at his tall and straight back, smiling cunningly.

Song Zhicheng poured water for her and went home. She found that there was no one in the room, and Mo Qingling didn't know where to go. The door of the bathroom was also open. It didn't look like someone.

"Qingling?" The city of song called out, "water is coming, come out and drink."

The room was quiet and nobody answered.

He was about to take out his mobile phone to call Mo Qingling when a pair of slender hands suddenly stretched out from behind and hugged his waist.

The woman's head leaned against his neck socket, and the breath sprayed on his neck with a shuddering itch.

"What's the name of the city brother? Am I not here? " Mo Qingling's voice came from his ear.

As her words fell, the hand that had been holding his waist slowly moved up and landed on his button.

Song Zhicheng was shocked all over. She almost didn't have to bow her head. She could see her hand touching the button of his shirt with her spare light. It seemed that she wanted to untie it.

"Qingling." Song Zhicheng quickly pressed her restless hand, a white handsome face, because of Mo Qingling's action, now became a little red.

He grabbed one of her hands, put the cup in her hand, and said in a low voice, "you drink water first, and I'll clean your room for you."

With that, he was about to break off Mo Qingling's other hand, only to be held by her backhand.

Song Zhicheng's face is more red, and the temperature on his face is gradually warming up.

He took a deep breath and looked at her, "Qingling, don't make trouble."

Mo Qingling looked up at him and blinked. He said innocently, "I'm not making trouble. Which eye of yours can see that I'm making trouble?"

"Now." Song Zhicheng said.

"Didn't you make me do that?" Mo Qingling asked.

Song city: "I don't have it."

Mo Qingling tilted the water cup, looked at the water falling into the blanket on the ground, then threw the water cup and walked towards song city step by step. Mo Qingling said: "no? You didn't send me flowers, make me breakfast and wash my clothes every day? "

"Isn't it that every time you see me talking to another man, you look at me with the eyes that catch your own woman cheating?"

Every time she said a word, she took a step towards him, and the smile on her face was deeper.

"You didn't say that night Like me? " Mo Qingling asked, has forced the city of song to the bed, no way back.

She reached out and pushed song Zhicheng to the bed. She watched him lie down and pressed him up.

Two hands on both sides of his arm, Mo Qingling blows a breath to his beautiful face.

"Well?"

Song Zhicheng looked at her with a red face. He pursed his lips, turned his head, avoided the sight of Mo Qingling CHIGUO, and said in a low voice, "Qingling, stop making trouble, get up."

"Brother of the city, dare you say that what I just said was not made by you, did you say that?" Mo Qingling didn't seem to hear him. He asked with a smile.

Song Zhicheng opened his mouth to answer "yes", but he could not say it.

Because what Mo Qingling said is true.

Just like her confession, he really did not know and did not remember when he said it to her.

He has no memory at all.