Chapter 327

"Eat your meal, when did you look so shameless to ask."

Rong qianxia raised her voice and handed over the steak cut on her side. She couldn't eat any more. It's OK to watch song lengge eat, but Rong qianxia didn't know what he was talking about.

"No, tell me what this is. I'll cook it for you next time."

Listening to song lengge's tone, it is obvious that Rong qianxia didn't cook the dinner himself.

Rong qianxia also knows very well that if anyone doesn't pay attention to the fire at home tomorrow, today's meal can't be covered up.

"Hmm?" song lengge is still asking.

"Well, well, I packed this meal outside. I was going to cook it myself, but I accidentally burned the kitchen. Look, I have a heart anyway. Song lengge, you should be moved, don't you?"

Rong qianxia pressed down the deficiency of heart and said boldly.

"Well, I should be moved."

Song lengge knew this as soon as he guessed, but his face didn't fluctuate too much, and he still smiled faintly. He nodded and repeated, then got up and walked to Rong qianxia.

Rong qianxia couldn't sit still at the sight of this posture. She quickly got up and said, "there's a saying that's good. The result is not important. What's important is whether your mind is right. You see, I personally selected the roses symbolizing our love and this candlestick. If there's no accident, I believe I prepared this dinner myself..."

Song lengge pressed her back and sat in the chair. His hands were still on her shoulders. He bent down slightly and smiled a little. He said, "I'm not only moved, but also thank you. Fortunately, there was no accident at home and I didn't burn myself."

Why does that sound strange.

Rong qianxia thought about it and knew that he was making fun of himself. However, she had nothing to refute. After becoming angry, she said angrily: "well, I won't cook in the future."

With that, Rong qianxia pushed song lengge's hand away and got up to go upstairs.

I wanted to give him a surprise, but it turned out to be a surprise. He made fun of himself when he was good.

Song lengge, you are really good enough! Rong qianxia scolded secretly in his heart. He felt that song lengge came up behind him and closed the door directly, unwilling to answer.

Song lengge knocked on the door outside. It took him a long time to hear the voice inside and said with great dissatisfaction; "I'm in a bad mood now. Don't annoy me."

"Open the door. I just teased you. Anyway, I'm very satisfied with this meal."

Song lengge stood at the door and said solemnly with a serious face.

Rong qianxia arrived at the door and thought carefully that he was too stupid. If he could cook, there would be no such problem.

Moreover, song lengge just told a big truth. She felt wronged and opened the door. The first sentence was to point to song lengge's face and warn: "don't mention this thing tonight in the future."

Song lengge's mouth closed into a straight line and stopped laughing. Knowing that she was embarrassed, he hugged her and promised, "don't worry, you don't have to cook in the future."

Rong qianxia actually loves cooking, but at this level, it is estimated that she will have a shadow in the kitchen for some time.

"Forget it, as long as you can understand my mind."

Rong qianxia didn't want to quarrel with song lengge, so she turned around and hugged song lengge's neck, stood on tiptoe, looked at the flawless and exquisite facial features, and seemed not angry.

"Well, it's getting late. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Song lengge smiled. Maybe the task was completed well. Once the haze on his face a few days ago was swept away, there were more smiles on his face.

Rong qianxia is like a kitten. She makes a lazy voice. After washing, she wants to ask about today's situation.

Song lengge stared straight at her chest. Somewhere in her body, there seemed to be a fire burning. She had restrained herself very well. After seeing her wet out of the bath, the energy in her body burst out again.

"Not bad!"

He tried his best to ensure his normal and serious state, but his eyes were always attracted by Rong qianxia's actions, and then almost reached the state of staring.

Rong qianxia lifted her wet hair and turned her back to song lengge. The soft and perfect curve showed incisively and vividly, but I didn't know it.

Hearing song lengge's answer, Rong qianxia was also happy for him. As soon as she looked back, she asked with a smile; "You have the evidence to prove your innocence."

Song lengge nodded, got up, took the hair dryer, let her sit down and do it by herself.

"No, you go take a bath first."

Rong qianxia refuses. Song lengge has begun to tidy up his hair, and his eyes are full of no rejection.

In South Sudan, he was also worried about Rong qianxia's situation. He asked Xiao Liang every two hours, so he hurried back as soon as he got the evidence and didn't even have time to rest.

At this time, he can feel her breath, eat together and blow his hair. His heart is also stable. He feels that this is the feeling of home.

The sound of blowing interrupted their conversation. Rong qianxia didn't know what evidence it was, but she was also happy.

It has been more than a week since she came back from South Sudan. She basically didn't sleep well. People have feelings. They can't be indifferent to each other for so long.

Song lengge's movements were gentle. Every hair was combed. Almost, he took her to bed and covered the quilt.

Rong qianxia moved a little. Song lengge pressed the quilt and asked her, "is there still energy?"

Rong qianxia read out the taste of lust from his eyes, soon understood the meaning of his words, quickly shook his head, even yawned and said; "No, I have to work tomorrow. I'm really sleepy."

Song lengge smiled. Her deep eyes were also a continuous smile. She kissed her forehead and said good night.

It was sleepy before, but after song lengge came back, he was much better.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Rong qianxia was happy to roll on the bed. Unconsciously, she was used to the days with song lengge around her.

Before long, hearing the sound inside, Rong qianxia quickly lay down and pretended to be asleep.

Song lengge gave a low cry, which seemed to be a test. Seeing that there was no sound, he gave up, and let shallow Xia relax in his heart.

As a result, song lengge pinched her waist gently as soon as she went to bed. She was the most ticklish. Her body curled up and her eyes opened.

His hair was still wet, his upper body was bare, and everything seemed unreal under the ambiguous light.

Song lengge's voice, also gentle, can drip water, "isn't he asleep, huh?"

Rong qianxia is still quibbling, but she can't hide happiness at the bottom of her eyes. "She just fell asleep and was awakened by you."