Chapter 1241： He kissed her 1

awful!

Be late!

Yesterday, Meng Xing specially asked her to remake a MV today, so she must arrive on time.

It's strange how she slept for so long when the alarm didn't ring.

And my head hurts, how could this be?

Looking down, I saw that I was wearing a V-neck suspender dress.

After a night of sleep, the skirt was crumpled, and one of the straps fell off.

It hung loosely on the snow-white arms, and even exposed a large white skin on his chest.

Even the lace edges of the underwear are looming.

The deep gully is even more eye-catching.

It's just that she didn't take care of it, she was the only one at home, so she was used to it casually.

She stretched out her hand to hammer the head that was still sore and frowned.

"Sucking...why the head hurts so much, you can overslept like this, maybe you will be scolded to death by Brother Star.

As soon as he was talking to himself, there was a low male voice in the room.

"I've already asked for leave for you, today you have a day off."

The hand that Wang Jiaohua was knocking on her head suddenly stopped.

Brushing up his head, he saw Fang Jiming sitting on the sofa opposite the bed, holding a magazine in his hand, flipping through it casually.

The slender fingers were turning up one of the pages at this time, and Wang Jiaohua could just see that the raised side was a picture of her.

Suddenly, she was dumbfounded, and asked dryly, "Why are you here."

"Don't remember what happened last night?"

"What happened last night..." Wang Jiaohua whispered, and then began to think about what happened last night.

Finally remembered that she was drunk, and she didn't remember the next thing, but it didn't prevent her from flushing thoroughly.

OMG!

She was actually drunk, and there seemed to be a lot of nonsense behind her.

As for what was said, she couldn't remember.

"You...you didn't go back last night?"

"Yeah." Fang Jiming let out a low tone from his throat.

He didn't look up, but flipped through the magazine very seriously, but his eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of the bed.

Wang Jiaohua opened her mouth, raised her hand, and pointed to Fang Jiming, "You stay overnight with me..."

Sweeping the floor and lowered his head, he saw his great happiness.

She was so frightened that she hurriedly pulled the quilt over and covered herself tightly.

But my heart thumped and thumped so fast.

I kept comforting myself, not afraid, she wore the clothes of last night, indicating that nothing happened.

And she didn't feel any discomfort in her body.

She is not Ling Weifeng's emotional idiot, she doesn't understand anything.

Although she has no experience, she still has some of the most basic common sense. The first time for a girl, it is said that it will be very painful.

She didn't feel it, so nothing happened last night.

After such a relief, the heart that lifted up finally settled slightly.

Just in this way, the atmosphere is a bit awkward.

She lowered her head, blushing, and didn't know what to say.

The thought of why she was drunk made her feel a little confused.

She did not speak, Fang Shiming was also silent.

He was originally a taciturn person. When the two were together, it was usually Wang Jiaohua looking for topics.

Now that Wang Jiaohua is silent, the two of them have nothing to say.

After waiting for a while, Wang Jiaohua couldn't resist this depressive atmosphere and spoke first.

"Last night...thank you."

As for what to thank, the ghost knows.

Anyway, she felt there was nothing to thank, and he didn't send her back, nor did he need to take care of her.