Chapter 85 If It's A Bikini, What Do You Want Me to Do? (2)

Chapter 85 if it's a bikini, what do you want me to do (2)

Song Tingyu placed her hand on her flat belly, "This child, I will accompany him to grow up, and I will not miss it again."

Su Ran smiled and said nothing.

Song Tingyu pulled her out of bed, "Are you hungry?"

He took the bowl of seafood congee on the table and handed it to her, "When I bought you a pregnancy test stick, I bought it outside. Have some. Your favorite."

"Seafood congee?" Su ran took a few spoonfuls and found that there were crabs. She immediately shook her head and said, "You can eat it. I won't eat it."

"What's wrong?" Why did Song Tingyu suddenly say no when he saw that she was interested?

"There are crabs in the porridge."

"What happened to the crab?"

Su Ran helplessly stroked her forehead, "Pregnant women can't eat crabs. It's too cold. It's not good."

Only then did Song Tingyu understand. He glanced at the porridge in his hand and said, "Put it here. I'll throw it away later." He was not used to eating at night.

"It's a waste. I'll bring it to Fang sister-in-law and see Vichy." Song Weixi must have come back and slept. She used to go to see him before she went to bed, or else she wouldn't be at ease.

"I'll go. You go to bed first."

Song Tingyu pressed her body and went out with the porridge. Song Weixi and Fang sister-in-law lived in the next room. He knocked on the door. Fang sister-in-law came over and opened it. He saw him. "Young master, are you here to see young master?" He's asleep."

Song ting nodded, walked in and handed her the porridge in his hand, "I just went out. I bought supper. You eat it. I'll go see Vichy."

"Thank you, young master."

The room was a double bed, and Song Weixi was sleeping soundly on one of the beds inside.

Song Tingyu walked over, touched his head with his hand, pulled the quilt up for him, and instructed Fang sister-in-law, "Take good care of him."

"Don't worry, young master. I will."

Song ting nodded, then turned and left the room.

When he went back, Su Ran was already in bed, but he was obviously not asleep, because he was still waiting for him to come back.

"Is Vichy asleep?"

"Asleep."

Song ting was lying on the bed after changing his pajamas. He still habitually held her in his arms. Su ran closed her eyes. She was already very sleepy and wanted to sleep, but she felt uneasy.

She always felt that something was behind her, and she subconsciously reached out to the back and moved, trying to get rid of what was preventing her from sleeping.

But she suddenly heard the man behind her groan.

A light flashed in her head, and she felt something was wrong, so she hurriedly shook off her hand.

She covered her face with the quilt, "Song Tingyu, you..."

Su Ran's ears were getting hotter and hotter, and he refused to turn around, "Let go of your hand. Don't stop me from sleeping. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow."

He still hugged him, "What if I choke?"

Su Ran couldn't break free and kicked him in the calf, "Get out."

He seemed to be angry, pinching his shoulder and turning her around, "Su Ran, you really think I'm that stud..."

"Breeding pig." Su ran resisted a smile and said something to him.

His face grew darker and darker, "So, now that the mission is complete, I don't care if I'm dead or alive. I don't want to think about who caused this."

Su ran coughed lightly, picked up a pillow and sat up from the bed, intending to walk out.

Song ting, who was behind him, said, "Where are you going?"

"To prevent you from messing around, I'm going to sleep with Vichy. You can sleep with your pillow tonight."

"You dare to leave this room!"

Su Ran turned around and smiled at him. The next second, he opened the door and went out!

Song Tingyu's face was extremely gloomy. He quickly opened the door and chased out. Su Ran was knocking on the door of the next room. Fang sister-in-law opened the door, "Madam."

"Did I wake you up? I'm here to sleep with Vichy."

"Okay." Fang sister-in-law was stunned for a moment. She was just about to step aside to let her in, but the next second, she saw Song Tingyu rush out of the next room barefooted and carry Su Ran back to the next room without saying a word.

Fang sister-in-law was still at a loss when he heard a loud bang?

What's going on?

Did you have a fight?

She went up worriedly and listened to the sound from the closed door of the room, but the room was so soundproof that she couldn't hear anything and could only go back.

Su Ran was carried back by Song Tingyu and put back on the bed. She got up, grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, "Song Tingyu, you're really sick."

Song Tingyu took the pillow, his face still dark, "Lie down and sleep well."

Su ran gave him a blank look, "If you come any closer, I'll get another room. We'll sleep in separate rooms."

Song Tingyu raised his eyebrows, "I don't have any money."

"I do."

At this moment, Song Tingyu was not only burning physically, but also in his heart. He could not get out of it. He simply lay on the bed, but he did not know if Su Ran's words had worked, so he really did not dare to pull su ran over.

Su Ran knew he wouldn't mess around, so he lay down, but he was still far away from him. The fire in his body had not dissipated yet, and who knew what he would do.

She knew he wouldn't touch her in a normal way, but he would come up with all sorts of tricks.

Su Ran was a little regretful. He should have called the hotel service just now to get another quilt. It would be better for them to cover it separately.

At first, Su Ran did not dare to fall asleep and was vigilant in watching his movements behind her. But seeing that he had always been very calm, she relaxed and finally closed her eyes.

She felt the bed move, and Song Tingyu seemed to be up again. After a while, she heard the sound of water flowing.

She half-opened her eyes in a daze. The bathroom door was open and there was light coming out.

So this man went in to take a bath again.

Song Tingyu took a shower and didn't go to bed immediately. Instead, he went to the living room outside, poured a glass of wine, sat on the sofa, and took out a cigarette to smoke.