The two confirmed their relationship.
Hearing her words, Song Xingjin gradually regained his composure.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and took a steadying breath. "I'm sorry. I lost control for a moment. It's my fault."
The man's voice was hoarse and sexy, and he was breathing slightly.
Zhang Qiao resisted the temptation.
When the two sat up, Zhang Qiao glanced at Song Xingjin, whose hair was a little messy and his tie was loose.
I still remember that this man would straighten his tie even if it was slightly askew. He was meticulous, old-fashioned and serious.
Song Xingjin is her man.
Zhang Qiao felt like she was dreaming that night.
The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. She half-knelt on his legs, held his face and kissed him fiercely twice, and asked, "Song Xingjin, am I dreaming?"
Song Xingjin's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes to look at her posture, and said helplessly, "Zhang Qiao, if you don't come down, I can't guarantee that I can still control myself."
Zhang Qiao smiled and said without any shyness, "Even if I can't help it, I have to restrain myself. There are no condoms here."
Song Xingjin: “…”
2.
After the relationship was confirmed, Song Xingjin seemed to have unlocked some skills, transforming from a straight man who knew nothing before to a warm man who took everything into consideration.
Zhang Qiao received a call from Song Xingjin and said with a curved lip, "Give me a few minutes to clean up."
The senior sister standing next to him smiled and said, "Boss Song is here to pick you up again? You're doing well in your relationship."
"I heard from Special Assistant Yan that Mr. Song used to be a workaholic, working overtime every day, but now he leaves work on time every day."
Song Xingyu also said that her brother finally lived like a real person.
Zhang Qiao packed up her things and said, "Senior Sister, I'll be leaving first."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
Zhang Qiao went downstairs and saw Song Xingjin's car at a glance. He was driving again. She sat in the passenger seat and asked Song Xingjin, "Where are we going to eat tonight?"
Song Xingjin stared at her face and gently touched her lips with the tip of his thumb.
He saw lipstick on his fingertips, which fell off at the touch of a finger. He frowned and asked a question seriously, "Can I eat this?"
What a silly question! Zhang Qiao was amused by him. "Of course you can't eat lipstick, but the amount we put in our mouths doesn't really have any effect. After all, it's too little."
She wore a thicker lipstick today, wore a black halter dress, and painted her lips bright red.
Hearing this, Song Xingjin looked at her meaningfully with his dark eyes, and curled his thin lips slightly, "That means you can kiss."
As he spoke, he leaned towards her. Zhang Qiao quickly stopped him, pushing her hands on his chest, "No, it will smudge my lipstick."
"Where are we going to eat?"
Song Xingjin paused with a little regret, "It's still early, let's make it ourselves today and let you taste my cooking skills."
"Can you cook?"
Hearing her surprise, Song Xingjin asked, "I can't cook?"
"Seeing you're so busy all day, it's just a surprise. When did you learn it?"
Song Xingjin drove out and told her about his past. "I was an exchange student in college. I couldn't get used to foreign food, so I just cooked it myself."
He is not as stupid as He Chi, who has to take classes at an institution to learn how to cook.
The two went to the supermarket to buy vegetables first, and Song Xingjin took her to his hotel suite.
He put the things he bought in the kitchen first, then took off his suit jacket and gave it to Zhang Qiao.
After Song Xingjin tied his apron, he saw Zhang Qiao return to the kitchen and said, "Help me roll up my sleeves."
He was wearing a dark-colored shirt. Zhang Qiao unbuttoned his cuffs and helped him roll up his shirt sleeves to his forearms.
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