Chapter 218: President Jing is angry
Even at this point, he still refused.
Song Shiqian breathed, and his deep eyes showed great restraint and rationality, which did not allow him to make any mistakes.
"Would you like milk tea? I'll order one for you."
Zhang Hening: "Listen to what you said, does it fit the situation?"
Song Shiqian controlled her restless waist, preventing her from getting rubbed at all.
He suppressed his strong emotions, held to his bottom line, and spoke to her patiently.
"Ningning, no."
"That day has not come yet."
Zhang Hening spat out one word: "Pretend."
The girl sat on his lap, her eyes misty and watery.
"I saw a tatami in your study."
“Very big.”
"There's a guest bedroom next door."
She stared at his serious and restrained face and spoke each word clearly.
"There's a room, why did you say you want to sleep on the sofa?"
She grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it one by one, revealing his delicate collarbone and the scenery below it.
"Also, my pajamas were clearly on the first layer of the box, how come they were pushed to the bottom?"
"You don't think that I'm not as smart as you, or that my memory is weak?"
She is just wise in disguise.
Often don't care.
But it doesn’t mean I know nothing.
Song Shiqian's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his pulse was clearly floating between his stretched neck.
His eyelashes narrowed slightly and he took a breath calmly.
Zhang Hening waited for a long time, but the man's fingers, with their distinct veins, were still looking at her, and his bottom line was very firm.
She was a little angry, so she put on a stern face, pushed him away and left.
The next second, the arm around her waist tightened, pushing her back into his arms.
Song Shiqian tilted his head back and gave her another kiss.
"That's right."
He whispered, "I did it. I just wanted to be close to you, to make you smell like me and belong only to me."
There is foggy rain outside the window.
The cold and wet winter rain soaked the entire city.
Peel off his shell.
See the delicate light.
In the gray vision, his lips fell little by little, swallowed bit by bit.
"Zhang Hening." He called softly, "Shall we get engaged?"
"As quickly as possible, okay?"
…
There was still snow on both sides of the road, and the northern air was crisp and cold.
Zhang Hening sat in the passenger seat, his whole body facing away from him and leaning towards the window, his back looking angry.
Song Shiqian offered her milk tea and porridge, but she didn't take it.
"snort!"
Song Shiqian stretched out his hand but found nothing. He put down the milk tea cup with a guilty conscience.
We agreed to sleep.
In the last step on the sofa, he suppressed all desires, pulled her clothes up completely, and drank half a bottle of ice water to calm down.
Zhang Hening got angry on the spot.
I was angry for two days.
I didn't sleep with him at night.
In her opinion, this was extremely humiliating.
The black business car stopped steadily at the door of He's house, and Zhang Hening took off his seat belt and was about to go out.
“Click—”
The car door was locked.
Song Shiqian leaned over and grabbed her hand.
"Don't be angry, I'll give you some credit, so you can spend more money, okay?"
"not good!"
"Will you accompany me to the movies, dinner, and shopping tonight?"
"No."
Zhang Hening was still angry.
"There's curfew at night. My eldest brother won't let me go out. No hugs or kisses either. Let's meet again after we get engaged!"
After she finished speaking, she said a few hard words: "Open the door!"
Outside the car window, the small courtyard door of He's house opened and a figure came towards them.
Song Shiqian had no choice but to unlock the door.
The next second, Zhang Hening quickly opened the car door, without looking back, and went back angrily.
He sat in the car, watching the girl's back disappear. He then withdrew his gaze and fell on the dark red tattooed tooth marks on his arm, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Hold on.
You can't fool around with her.
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"In short, he and his robots are both metal brains that will never change their programs."
"I'm never going to tease him again!"
"From today on, I will be myself!"
At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Xi sat on the bed petting the cat while listening to her best friend's passionate complaints on the other end of the phone.
"It's great to have a man with a bottom line. It means he's serious, loyal, and respectful of you."
"It also shows that I'm a clown. This is the first time in my life that I've taken the initiative, and I ended up losing face."
Zhang Hening complained bitterly, "You Song family members are all so clueless. I'm so pissed off. I'm going downstairs to drink some milk tea. I'm done. I'm hanging up now!"
She finished her words in a hurry and hung up the phone in a hurry.
Leaving Song Xi lying in a mess on the bed.
Jing Zhuo washed her panties in the bathroom, hung them neatly on the balcony, and then came over to feed the cat.
"Zhang Hening called you again?"
Song Xi sighed, "Your sister is exactly like you. Both are action-oriented. They jump at the chance when they see someone they like and leave no regrets for themselves."
Jing Zhuo just heard two sentences and understood what she meant immediately.
"You are implying something to me."
Song Xi: "? I don't have any!"
"Song Shiqian is serious, loyal, and respectful. I threw myself at him the first time. I'm not a good person, am I?"
Song Xi: "...How did it rise to this level?"
Jing Zhuo squeezed the cat strips in his hand, gritting his teeth:
"That's because he knows that even if he doesn't take the initiative, he will still have a wife."
"And if I don't take the initiative, I really won't have a wife."
"If you had been fond of me at the time, had taken the initiative, had been moved, and had offered me gifts to get close to me, I could have pretended to be noble and moral."
After he finished speaking, the cat strips were squeezed out, and Guaiguai also ate them all while shaking his head.
Jing Zhuo was inexplicably angry. He stood up and walked out holding the chubby cat, leaving behind a stubborn back.
Song Xi was completely bewildered.
Why do these brother and sister both have such bad tempers?
Oh, so hard to coax.
She quietly got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on her pajamas, and sneaked into the guest bedroom before going to bed.
The man was lying on his side on the bed, half covered with the quilt, revealing his loose pajamas and superior body frame.
Guaiguai was lying on top of his head, and the man and the cat were very close.
Song Xi climbed onto the bed, picked up Guai Guai and put him on the floor, then wrapped her arms around the man's strong waist from behind.
"Honey, I'm taking the initiative to attack~"
Jing Zhuo turned his back to her and uttered a noble sound from his throat:
"snort."
Song Xi: “…”
Man is a huge book of child psychology.
It seems that he feels very secure and has learned to have a little temper.
Song Xi rested her chin on his shoulder and tilted her head to look at him: "Hubby, don't be angry. I'm different from my uncle. I know what's happening and I'm very proactive~"
"I want to sleep with you tonight, and I won't leave even if you kick me."
Jing Zhuo couldn't bear to kick her.
He was flattered.
He turned over, leaned against the headboard, and stretched his arms toward her.
"Come here, hold me."
Song Xi faced the dim bedside lamp, crawled into the bed, and leaned into his arms.
The room was quiet and cozy.
The tip of the nose is filled with the faint scent of roses.
Jing Zhuo put his arm around her shoulders, rested his chin on the top of her soft head, and held her tightly, refusing to let go.
"If the person you were dating at that time was Zhang Hexing, would you call him husband now?"
“No ifs.”
Song Xi refuted him seriously: "Life has so many days. If there is only one second of if, one second of mistake, your whole life will be completely different."
"One less day, one minute, one second, and I won't meet you."
"So ours is the best, destined, and calculated minute by minute by fate—the best marriage."
Jing Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, and something was flickering in the darkness.
He took a deep breath and hugged her tightly, holding her in his arms tightly.
"Yes, you are mine."
“No ifs.”
"This life can only be mine."
Ten minutes later, Song Xi blinked and asked, "Are we not going to the master bedroom tonight?"
"It's okay, it's still early."
Jing Zhuo raised his hand to turn off the light, and the two of them fell into warm darkness.
"I'll be there later."
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