Chapter 217 "I Tie Myself Up"
Ten minutes later, Zhang Hening held Song Shiqian's phone and watched his exclusive first-person perspective recording of the entire process of taming the demon in the early stages.
She covered her face and buried herself in the quilt silently.
Ahhhh, so embarrassing!
How can a person sleep like a dog?
"I must have been so used to my bed last night that I wasn't in the right state. I don't usually sleep like this at home..."
Zhang Hening was in tears and tried to save his face.
"Song Shiqian, do you believe me when I say this?"
Song Shiqian put his phone away, his eyebrows curved, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "What do you think?"
Zhang Hening lowered his head silently again.
To die.
The first time I slept in the same bed with my boyfriend, I started punching and kicking him. I couldn't live like this anymore.
She cried and scolded herself for a while, then raised her head and asked cautiously:
"Then...are you still going to talk to me?"
Song Shiqian raised his eyebrows and tucked her messy long hair, which was like a puppy, behind her ears, revealing a delicate and nervous little face.
"talk."
His eyes were moist and tinged with interest: "I will assume that you... like me physically."
These words are somewhat familiar.
Memories of last night flooded into Zhang Hening's mind, and he remembered her wild behavior before going to bed.
She covered her face silently and whimpered shamefully: "Next time before going to bed, I will tie myself up."
Not only does he tease and order people around before bed, but he also punches and kicks them after bed, which is a bit like bullying.
"I'm sorry."
Zhang Hening apologized dejectedly: "I'm such a jerk. I can't even sleep well. No wonder Xibao never sleeps with me. Every time he coaxes me to sleep, he sneaks away."
For the first time, she felt frustrated that she was not good at anything.
"You're fine."
A man's gentle and doting voice sounded above her head.
Song Shiqian rubbed her head, held her in his arms, and smiled as gentle as water.
"No one has ever been this close to me since I was a child. I have always slept alone and was very lonely."
He squinted his eyes and said, "I like this kind of impolite feeling."
Zhang Hening looked up: "Really?"
Song Shiqian leaned back, lay on the bed, opened one arm towards her, leaving a small space for her.
"Come on, entangle it."
"Sleep with the victim for a while longer. He's very sleepy."
Zhang Hening crawled over and snuggled into his arms, feeling warm and secure.
This time she didn't dare move.
She took a nap with Song Shiqian.
When I woke up again, it was already past ten o'clock.
There were no ready-made ingredients at home, so Song Shiqian ordered two sets of Sucheng morning tea, which had many varieties.
It's fresh and delivered by the store itself.
After they finished breakfast, Zhang Hening, who rarely had an eye for work, wanted to help clean up, but Song Shiqian ignored her and called out, "Jizhou, clean up the dishes."
A robot slid out of the machine room. Its robotic arm moved flexibly, cleaning the food on the table cleanly, disinfecting and wiping the table, and then slid silently into the kitchen.
Zhang Hening was stunned.
What a great invention.
Is this the home of a tech tycoon?
Zhang Hening was very curious and followed the robot to observe the whole house. He found that this apartment was very high-end, the whole house was smart, freeing his hands and full of technology.
Almost everything that requires hands-on work can be done with the help of various smart technology products.
There are several drones of different shapes placed on the terrace, which are probably used for takeoff and testing on weekdays.
After dinner, Song Shiqian worked on the sofa while Zhang Hening enthusiastically toured the entire apartment.
Use every robot one by one.
After walking around for a while, she picked up a small car model and returned to the living room, rubbing her head against Song Shiqian.
Like a bored little puppy.
Song Shiqian raised his hand, pulled the person over, and sat him on his lap.
He swiped the computer screen with one hand and controlled the image to show her.
On the screen is a top-level racing car, with a fantasy aurora purple, smooth and beautiful lines, and a domineering hood.
Zhang Hening fell in love with her at first sight.
“What a beautiful race car.”
"Do you like it? It's for you."
Zhang Hening was stunned and didn't dare to believe his eyes and ears for a long time.
"Didn't you tell me not to drive a racing car?" she couldn't help but ask.
"So I wrote a program specifically for this car, and the car manufacturer needs to embed it into the customized car."
Song Shiqian explained to her, "The program has an intelligent AI that estimates road conditions. Before you race, the AI will assess the weather, road conditions, temperature, humidity, and wind speed. If all are qualified, you can race."
"Also, in the first five seconds of a dangerous situation, the AI will forcibly intervene and slow down, so your dangerous overtaking on a curve is restricted. Cherish your life and put safety first."
Zhang Hening was stunned.
"Is this still possible?"
"Then tell me, do you want to play?" Song Shiqian asked her with his head tilted.
"I want to! Play!"
Zhang Hening agreed without hesitation.
What a beautiful racing car, what a cool engine, the whole family doesn’t let him play with it, but Song Shiqian will make a program to let her play safely.
He is a good person.
Of course she wants to play.
Song Shiqian held her with one hand and called up the next screen, which was a schedule.
"From the first to the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, I will spend the New Year with you in Beijing. On the eighth day, we will set off to Antarctica to see penguins."
He scrolled down and continued to arrange:
"I'll make time at the end of the month to go to the Grand Canyon in South Africa and experience bungee jumping with you. But it has to be a tandem bungee jumping, and I'll jump with you."
Then he switched the interface and opened a simplified version of the website.
“And your entrepreneurial interests…”
Song Shiqian controlled the keyboard and explained the website's functions to her. "This is a startup risk assessment model. You enter your desired industry, product, and planning concept. The AI will then estimate the probability based on the current market conditions. If it's above 70%, you can invest. If it's above 50%, your budget will be lowered. If it's below 50... we don't recommend starting a business."
Song Shiqian paused and glanced at her: "But if you really want to experience it, I'll set a safe amount for you, so you can use the money to play with it."
"What do you think?" he asked, hugging her.
Zhang Hening has become stupid.
Unexpectedly, without her knowing, he had made arrangements bit by bit.
He remembered all her complaints and grumbles and silently solved them for her.
She thought Song Shiqian would control her hobbies and pursuits like his family did, because of absolute safety and peace of mind.
Treat her as a little devil who loves to get into trouble.
But he didn't.
He had prepared risk guarantees for all the projects that he didn't allow her to play, and on a relatively safe basis, he used them to fulfill her wishes.
Even if it means loss, it doesn’t matter.
Zhang Hening looked at him, silent, and didn't speak for a long time.
"Why aren't you talking?" Song Shiqian glanced at the screen. "Anything else you're not satisfied with, or if you want to try another project, I'll do it for you."
Zhang Hening turned off the computer, lowered his eyes to stare at his face, and heard a few syllables of his own voice.
"Song Shiqian." She said, "I want to sleep with you."
After she finished speaking, she held the man's face, lowered her head, and covered his lips.
The space is heating up.
She is also being presumptuous.
Her purpose was urgent and straightforward. She straddled his waist and kissed him passionately.
Song Shiqian subconsciously controlled her crooked waist, and the girl's overwhelming breath rushed towards him and soon merged with his breath.
He froze for a few seconds, tilted his head back, and responded to her kiss.
Until the hair is messy.
Until the breathing becomes disordered.
Until the buttons became loose, revealing the delicate and distinct collarbone.
At the last moment, Song Shiqian was panting, his eyes clear, and he held her waist to prevent her from going any further.
Zhang Hening: “???”
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