Chapter 70 This is your own home, which bed do you recognize?
During this time, they heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside. Jing Zhuo didn't stop, but slid his hands from her cheeks to cover her ears.
The kiss was heavy and passionate, and it lasted a long time.
I don't know why.
Since I stimulated him, he has become more and more kissable and bold.
Amidst his heavy breathing, the collar of the man's shirt opened wide, reaching his lower abdomen, revealing his strong and distinct abdominal muscles.
It is the perfect body with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and every inch of muscle lines exudes strength.
Looks very strong.
"Does it look good?"
Jing Zhuo's hoarse voice sounded: "Do you want to touch it?"
Song Xi's face was burned red. She tilted her head and covered her eyes, trying to pretend to be reserved.
The man held her hand and placed it inch by inch on the well-defined abdominal muscles, which were hard, regular, and indescribably tempting.
"How about you sleep with me tonight and I let you touch me all night long?"
Song Xi pulled his hand back with a swift movement, his mouth still stubborn.
"I'm not a pervert, I don't want to be touched."
Yeah?
Jing Zhuo said calmly, "Your best friend said that you love looking at abdominal muscles the most, and your dream is to sleep with your abdominal muscles in your hands every day."
Song Xi's pupils suddenly trembled.
"When did she tell you that!?"
Jing Zhuo said slowly: "Guess."
Do I need to guess?
These two siblings are a family and see each other every now and then, so there is no time for them to not talk.
Song Xi blushed deeply and could only curse silently in his heart.
Zhang Hening is such a big mouth, why does he tell everything out loud?
She likes to read erotic novels, read stories about male ghosts, infidelity, and uncle-nephew play, and she didn't even tell her brother!
The force on her waist increased, and Song Xi found that the man next to her lay down and held her in his arms.
The well-defined forearm was placed on her waist, heavy and substantial, with no intention of leaving at all.
Sleeping in the same bed with him in his house, everything felt familiar, and Song Xi had a sense of déjà vu of having an affair.
It was like the novel Zhang Hening read, where the heroine was at her best friend's house, having sex with her brother in the middle of the night without her knowledge.
She felt like she was now a purer version of the heroine.
"Why don't you sleep in the next room?" Song Xi asked tentatively.
"I can't sleep well."
"?"
"I know my bed."
“???”
This is your own home, what bed do you care about! ?
And isn’t your bed next door, brother?
Is this your bed? Just acknowledge it.
Jing Zhuo saw that her beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with foul language, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He just laughed softly, very frankly.
"Didn't you say I'm your husband and you should take me wherever you go?"
"This is the place you found for me to live. I'm unfamiliar with the place, so of course I have to sleep with my wife to feel safe."
Jing Zhuo looked at her with clear, innocent, pitiful, helpless, and green tea eyes.
Song Xi's words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.
——Zhang Henian, you are really good at pretending.
As they were talking, the curtains on the terrace shook, and Guaiguai jumped onto the bed with a ball of cloth in his mouth, and happily snuggled into Song Xi's arms.
Song Xi looked down and saw that it had a pair of men's underwear in its mouth.
“!!!”
How come it learned this bad behavior from Qiqi!
She reached out in a hurry, trying to get the cloth back, but the monster held on tightly and refused to let go, wanting to play tug-of-war with her.
Song Xi's head was buzzing.
"Strange, let go!" she scolded awkwardly.
Guaiguai was having a lot of fun, biting his underwear and wagging his tail, thinking that Song Xi was playing with him.
This, this, this... Song Xi was so embarrassed that she felt like she was going to get cancer.
Whose bitter tea seeds are you holding in your mouth?
There is more than one man in this house. Whose bitter tea seeds did you bring up?
"be mine."
The man next to him spoke softly.
Jing Zhuo looked down and saw that she was still wearing a black silk bathrobe-style pajamas, which were loose and revealed most of her long legs.
"I'm not wearing anything underneath."
Song Xi: “………………”
Good news: it’s from Jingzhuo.
Bad news: A pair of Jingzhuo underwear costs 5,000 yuan!
She forced the strange mouth open, rescued the man's expensive bitter tea, and looked at it over and over again.
"It's okay, it's not damaged and can be worn. Can I wash and disinfect it for you?"
"No need." Jing Zhuo took the cloth from her hand and put it somewhere else.
"I won't wear it tonight. Let's go to bed first."
ah……
Not wearing...
Do men like to sleep naked?
Song Xi had never slept with a man, so she didn't dare ask, but she just thought it was really bold.
But you can't say he was being a hooligan, because he was wearing pajamas and covered himself tightly, so she didn't see it.
Afraid that Guaiguai would grab something else, Song Xi simply hugged it, held it in his arms, covered its eyes with one hand, and forced it to hypnotize and sleep!
Jing Zhuo saw that she didn't move for a long time, so he stood up and turned off the lights.
In the dim light, she lay on her side holding the cat. On the bedside was a camera with a very large and heavy lens.
Your arms will be sore after carrying it for a day.
He lowered his eyes, picked up his underwear, went to the bathroom to wash and wring it out, and hung it next to hers.
When I came out, Song Xi was already fast asleep.
She liked this bed very much and was very familiar with it. Plus, it had a strange furry smell, so she fell asleep quickly.
The moonlight poured in, and Guaiguai opened his big round eyes, lying on his back in Song Xi's arms, looking into Jingzhuo's eyes.
The man and the cat looked at each other for a while. Jing Zhuo grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck, supported its limbs, picked it up, and let it out the door.
Then I closed the door, locked it, and climbed into bed.
…
The next day, Zhang Hexing left early in the morning.
The other three finished their breakfast and went out to work one after another.
When Jing Zhuo went out, he saw two cars driving out of the garage.
Zhang Hening drives a flashy orange McLaren.
Song Xi drove a pitiful little Mini BMW.
Jing Zhuo narrowed his eyes and glanced at Zhang Hening with a death stare.
Zhang Hening was confused: "Big...why are you glaring at me again?"
Jing Zhuo walked over a few steps, put his arm on the convertible door, and spoke in a cold and indifferent tone.
"If it's your car, then drive it."
Zhang Hening argued, "This was given to me by my best friend."
"So you drive a comfy supercar while your bestie drives a cumbersome BMW?"
She couldn't even stretch her legs, where should she put her long legs?
Zhang Hening's defense was immediately broken.
You also know that BMW is small!
You also know where it cradles its feet!
Then you never change my car!
Jing Zhuo ignored her resentful look, raised his chin, and uttered only a few words.
"Return the car."
Song Xi heard the conversation between the brother and sister in the car. She wanted to say that there was no need to change because she didn't want to drive it. It was too conspicuous and difficult to park.
Going to work every day feels like a thief.
So she stood on Zhang Hening's side and defended her best friend: "I wanted to open it for Hening, so don't be mean to her."
Jing Zhuo said, "This is a gift from me to you."
"If you give it to me, it's mine. Don't I have the right to decide?" Song Xi asked cautiously.
Jing Zhuo: “…”
What else can he say?
He seemed to understand why when he took Song Xi to buy a car, she picked this orange McLaren without hesitation.
She doesn't like it at all.
She picked this one specially for her best friend.
Even after getting married and having a husband, the most important person in her eyes and heart is Zhang Hening.
Jing Zhuo took a deep breath and went straight to the garage to drive.
"Don't drive that BMW. I'll take you to work."
Song Xi quickly waved his hand: "No need to go through so much trouble, it would be the same if you let He Ning take me there."
"She's not a good driver."
Just after he finished speaking, Zhang Hening snorted, stepped on the accelerator, and the arrogant sports car sped away.
Your driving skills are not good enough.
Your whole family is not good at driving.
She's a professional racing driver, okay?
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Song Xi finally took Jing Zhuo's car to the opposite side of the company. She got out of the car, crossed the road, and walked into the building.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the building, I received a bouquet of yellow roses.
The owner of the rose showed a face with regular features from behind.
"Miss Song Xi, I finally waited for you!"
Song Xi was stunned: "Who are you?"
"Xu Jincheng," the man said, "I'm so sorry that my last blind date didn't work out. I came here today to apologize in person. Are you free after get off work today? Can we have dinner together?"
Across the street, the windows of a black Bentley slowly rolled down.
The man inside narrowed his eyes.
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