Chapter 551

The next time, Song Ci dared not chat with Chu Rong.

Who knows what else is more embarrassing.

But don't chat. It's too boring.

Therefore, Song Ci put forward an unreasonable request.

"It's so boring. Tell me a story." Song Ci's mouth tilted quietly in the dark.

"OK." Chu Rong agreed immediately.

Song Ci was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Chu Rong agreed so easily.

Song Ci also thought that if Chu Rong didn't agree, she would ask Chu Rong with the condition Chu Rong gave her.

I just didn't expect Chu Rong to say so.

Although surprised, however, since Chu Rong promised, she didn't have to say anything.

Calm down and wait for Chu Rong to speak.

In fact, Song Ci not only likes cartoons in this world, but also likes novels and cartoons.

However, there are too many words in the novel, and it is too troublesome to turn the page.

Animation is the same.

Therefore, cartoons that only need to be played once have become the favorite of Song Ci.

I have to say that Song Ci can be very patient when she wants to, and she feels annoyed when she doesn't want to turn the page.

"What do you want to hear? Green fairy tales, Cinderella?" Chu Rong asked.

In other words, he doesn't know all this.

He can't tell stories or anything.

But he can go to a certain degree.

Well, didn't you say something, Baidu, you know!

"All right." Song Ci didn't pick. Anyway, Chu Rong told the story, not her.

Chu Rong thought for a moment and said, "let me tell you about Xiaoao in the Jianghu."

"OK." Song Ci agreed.

"The willows are smoked with the wind, and the flowers are intoxicating. It is the spring season in southern China.

Fuximen street, Fuzhou, Fujian Province... "Chu Rong's cold voice sounded and began to tell.

Song Ci listened quietly. In the young man's cold voice, a story slowly spread out.

Song Ci listened to the story, breathing more and more evenly, and the sound heard in his ears became more and more blurred until it disappeared.

"Song Ci?" Chu Rong whispered.

No response.

"Asleep?" Chu Rong's voice was louder.

Still no response.

Chu Rong confirmed that Song Ci was asleep.

Seeing Song Ci asleep, Chu Rong sighed gently.

Get up from the bed and sit on the bed.

By the light of the street lamp outside the window, Chu Rong looked at the Song Ci in deep sleep.

The mood is complicated.

How complicated is it? That's the kind. He became a little milk dog kept by others.

Life is loveless.

At this moment, Chu Rong felt that if he was really a girl, could Song Ci give him a title or something.

But unfortunately, he is not.

So, as a boy, should he have the cheek to ask for a place?

Chu Rong suddenly felt that it was necessary!

After thinking through these, Chu Rong felt better immediately.

So go to sleep.

Well, before going to bed, you should give Song Ci a good night kiss.

Chu Rong leaned over, hesitated for a long time, and gently kissed the white forehead of Song Ci.

After giving Song Ci a good night kiss, Chu Rong became happy.

Lying back in bed, Chu Rong closed his eyes and was ready to sleep seriously.

Then, two seconds later, Chu Rong's eyes opened again.

Sigh.

Then take down someone's hand around his neck and put it in the quilt.

At this moment, Chu Rong doubted whether Song Ci was really asleep or false.

Because this hand hit too accurately. It just hit the neck.