Chapter 136 "Little Ancestor... You Are Too Noisy"
Song Xi kept talking all the way. He drank too much and talked a lot, and his mouth never stopped.
Jingzhuo focused on driving and responded to every word.
The Bentley slid steadily into the garage and arrived home.
Jing Zhuo got out of the car, walked around the front of the car, opened the passenger door, unbuckled her seat belt, and wanted to carry her back.
Song Xi pushed him away.
"I have legs, I can walk."
The woman's plain little face flushed, but her expression was serious: "Go your own way."
Jing Zhuo was touched by her cuteness.
He supported himself on the roof frame and coaxed her patiently: "Okay, then you can go by yourself."
Song Xi walked unsteadily, but his eyes were still able to see, and he walked in a straight line towards the villa.
When she went up the stairs, she staggered and almost fell.
Jing Zhuo put his arm around her waist, carried her on his shoulders, and walked up the stairs.
Qiqi and Guaiguai heard the noise and came out to greet them, wagging their tails one after the other. Jingzhuo ignored them, walked into the master bedroom, turned the door twice, and locked it.
It's too late.
Song Xi reeked of alcohol and felt uncomfortable.
Jing Zhuo carried her to the bathroom to take a shower.
The water was rushing down, mist was rising on the glass, the lights were bright, and Song Xi opened her round eyes and stared at the man's waist.
"husband……"
"Why is your tail in front?"
"Why is it getting smaller?"
Jing Zhuo was soaked in water and held her shoulders, his dark eyes dark in the mist.
"Do you want to touch my tail?" he asked.
Just now at the KTV, wasn't she asking to be touched?
Song Xi integrates knowledge and action.
Without saying a word, he stretched out his paw towards him, pinched his tail, and then pinched the base of his tail.
Intoxicated, her delicate brows furrowed in dissatisfaction.
"Not soft at all, like an iron rod."
“It’s not fun.”
"No more touching."
After she finished speaking, she was about to retract her claws, but Jing Zhuo grabbed her with a gloomy look in his eyes.
"Little ancestor..." He sighed, "You are too noisy."
The next second, Jing Zhuo blocked her lips.
The sound of water stopped.
The kiss continued.
It was not until Song Xi's breath was almost exhausted and she was crying and begging him to let her go that Jing Zhuo let her go with an uneven breath.
Song Xi was angry when he kissed her.
Put your hands on your hips and get angry.
"You, you want to go to heaven, you don't follow male ethics, you can't tell the difference between the big and small kings, and you are not obedient at all."
Jing Zhuo coaxed her in a low voice: "Be obedient, I won't go to heaven, I am the most virtuous man."
"I told you not to kiss me, but you still did."
"I was wrong. I won't kiss you now." Jing Zhuo took off the shower head and helped her rinse the shower gel off her body.
Song Xi still had a stern face and was angry, saying that he wanted to take the lead as a husband.
"I'm going to punish you by making you do push-ups."
"good."
“Do 200!”
"OK."
"No, I regret it. I want to make 300!"
"Can."
“400!”
"no problem."
How come he is so easy to talk to?
No one bargained with her.
Song Xi reminded him seriously: "You can bargain with me."
"No need." Jing Zhuo finally rinsed the foam off her hair, turned off the water, and put the shower head back. "I'll do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xi felt himself being wrapped in a bath towel.
Her body was suspended in the air for a while, and then she was carried out by the man.
Twenty minutes later, she was confused.
Why is he being punished by having to do push-ups and have her lift her feet to cooperate?
If she didn't cooperate, he wouldn't continue.
"Count them yourself."
Jing Zhuo was leaning on top of her, his eyes were dark, and he spoke in a restrained and low voice.
"If the number is wrong, I'll start over from the beginning."
In the end, Song Xi fell asleep in a daze.
As she counted, she didn't know how many she had counted or how much she had fined him. Anyway, Jing Zhuo kept saying it was not enough, not enough yet.
There are 100 more.
There are 200 more.
There are 50 more.
There are 2.5 more.
Forget it, I won’t count anymore, I love as many as I want.
sleep.
Jing Zhuo didn't expect that she could sleep so soundly at this time.
Like a small boat in the water, no matter how hard she sways, she can't be woken up.
He lowered his head, kissed her forehead, sighed, and the tower push was over, so he let her have a good sleep.
When I came out of the bathroom, the woman was still sleeping soundly.
Her face was flushed and the tip of her nose was also stained a little red.
Jing Zhuo helped her clean her body and covered her with a blanket.
She glanced at the bottles and jars on the dressing table again, remembering that she would sit here every night to take care of her skin. No matter how late she cooked or how tired she was, she would get up and apply some cream on her little face.
Jing Zhuo picked up the small bottles and studied them for a few minutes.
Pour them into the palm of your hand one by one, rub them evenly, and pat them on her face layer by layer.
Fragrant and soft.
Has a light rose scent.
Jing Zhuo tidied up the room, washed his underwear, poured a cup of warm water on the warming table, turned off the lights, hugged his fragrant wife and closed his eyes.
…
When Song Xi woke up, there was a solid and slightly hard chest beneath her, which rose and fell, supporting her upper body which also rose and fell slightly.
She opened her eyes and found herself lying on Jing Zhuo, her legs pressing on his legs, her face pressed against his chest, and her hands wrapped around his waist, like an octopus.
What a weird sleeping position.
She quickly let go of him, rolled off the man and fell on the bed.
My head feels heavy and empty.
"Are you thirsty? Drink some water."
A slightly hoarse voice sounded in my ears. It was Jing Zhuo who woke up.
Song Xi sat on the bed and nodded blankly.
I haven't recovered from the hangover yet and my brain feels foggy.
Jing Zhuo stretched out his naked long arm, picked up a cup of warm water from the warming table and handed it to her.
Song Xi held the cup and drank the whole cup in one breath.
She was dying of thirst.
My throat is smoking.
After drinking a glass of water, the memories of yesterday came back bit by bit, and I slowly recalled everything.
Song Xi: “…”
The embarrassment of mushroom poisoning once again dominated her, and she wanted to find a piece of tofu to kill herself.
"I, I was drunk last night. Maybe there was something wrong with the wine. It can make people crazy. I didn't mean to pick on you. I'm usually a serious person, so don't take it to heart."
Song Xi mumbled to himself in defense.
Jing Zhuo looked at her embarrassed look and chuckled: "It's okay, it's not the first time."
He added: "I just like the crazy ones."
Song Xi: “(⊙o⊙)…”
She asked politely, "I think I only pinched you twice last night. Did I hurt you?"
"No." Jing Zhuo paused and looked at her dimly, "It's just that my teeth are pretty good."
ah?
The next moment, she saw Jing Zhuo sitting up, the silk blanket slipping off him, and there were several teeth marks on the man's handsome shoulders, which turned into blood scabs, showing how fierce she was last night.
Song Xi felt extremely guilty, so he knelt on the bed and buried his face in the mattress.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't know I could bite people when I was drunk. Stay away from me next time... How about I go with you to get a rabies shot?"
Jing Zhuo pulled the man up and couldn't help laughing.
"You're not a dog, why do you need a rabies vaccine?"
He stroked her hair and pressed her to his chest: "Don't move, just let me hold you."
The woman was quite obedient this time, staying in his arms, soft and cute.
Jing Zhuo couldn't help but think of the second half of last night.
When my wife is drunk, she not only bites but also becomes clingy.
She wants to be held while she is sleeping, and wants to climb on him, biting him while holding him, and refuses to let go no matter what.
Suck him like a cat.
But... I quite enjoyed it.
Jing Zhuo, what qualifications do you have?
Life is so good.
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