Chapter 189 I’m afraid of the wind. Can you hold me?
Song Qingxing played very hard, and Xie Jingcheng won the competition in the skilled group early on, and came to guide her from time to time.
But sports always require talent, and Song Qingxing is obviously a sports idiot.
After learning it several times, it's still crooked.
But fortunately, the same thing happened to her other competitors. Despite the guidance of veterans, no one reached the red flag at the finish line.
It was not until dark that everyone's toes were frozen after skiing all day that one person successfully slid to where the red flag was.
But that person was not Song Qingxing.
She gloriously got the last place, but it was not something to be ashamed of, after all, she was just a beginner.
Song Qingxing brushed off the snow on her body and returned to the mansion with everyone, intending to enjoy today's rewards.
It seemed that everyone felt that they could share in the champion's food regardless of winning or losing, so the competition became a little loose, and the production team just increased the difficulty at this time.
Introduce new rules.
Only the winner and his teammates can enjoy it, others who are not team members cannot enjoy it.
Song Qingxing was dumbfounded. She had no teammates, which meant that this team was most likely calculated based on CP.
but…
Her mood went up and down like a roller coaster, but Song Qingxing soon became happy again.
Because his teammate is the first place skier in the skilled group - Xie Jingcheng!
In other words, I can get a taste of the glory of being a champion today. Song Qingxing couldn't help but think in her heart that things were just as the program team said.
High-end grilled steaks and freshly boiled lobsters were all brought up, and the aroma of charcoal fire filled everyone's nose.
Song Qingxing's mouth was watering with greed.
"Let the champions of our two groups come out!"
The host's rhythmic voice resounded through my eardrums.
Xie Jingcheng stood up, and another tall and strong boy also stood up. There were more than a dozen people participating in this program, but only four people could actually get this sumptuous meal.
The remaining few people...
Song Qingxing discovered that the chef had also pushed out a small cart with simple buckwheat noodles, sandwiches, and bread on it.
These are actually very simple breakfasts or dinners in daily life, but they are still far from their luxurious steaks, seafood feasts, and caviar.
It's really saliva-watering.
Song Qingxing was very hungry after playing all day, so she quickly sat down on the chair, but then she remembered that she was recording a variety show.
The action of cutting steak became ladylike again.
She didn't expect that even though she ranked last, she could still share in Xie Jingcheng's championship glory, but this feeling was extremely wonderful.
There's a feeling of, "Look, my wife is amazing! She can even help me win without any effort."
“This piece of meat is delicious.”
Xie Jingcheng also picked up a piece of beef with a silver fork and handed it over. The beef was cut very beautifully, and Xie Jingcheng was obviously a master with a knife.
This guy is proficient in both chopstick etiquette and Western dining etiquette. This is the terrifying thing about the rich.
Song Qingxing opened her mouth and held the beef with her white teeth, just like a rabbit that makes mumbling sounds while chewing grass.
Xie Jingcheng was in a good mood watching this.
It seems that today's risky skiing is worth it.
Her victory was actually quite difficult because one of the people involved was a man who often went skiing.
Xie Jingcheng would accompany his parents to learn skiing every winter.
This time we are definitely going to lose.
After eating and drinking, everyone returned to their rooms. Because the day was a day of intense physical exertion, not many people had the energy to continue playing.
Song Qingxing hummed a song and lay on the bed after taking a bath, silently waiting for the other person to finish taking a bath. Because there was no camera, her behavior was very presumptuous.
The white legs crossed together are the most eye-catching, just like freshly steamed egg whites, smooth and delicious.
When Xie Jingcheng came out, he saw this scene and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He could only lower his head and let his half-dried hair down to cover his red ears and neck.
"You've had a tiring day today, take a good rest."
When Song Qingxing saw someone coming out, she took the initiative to take out the hair dryer that had been plugged in nearby.
Xie Jingcheng sat down obediently, letting Song Qingxing's slender fingers play with her hair, and the moisture in her hair was quickly blown dry.
If the ability to blow dry hair is also ranked, Song Qingxing would rank A.
Although I really want to take things a step further with the little rabbit, I’m currently recording a show.
Xie Jingcheng could only endure it for the time being, and she had consumed a lot of energy today, so when she just touched the pillow and was about to enter a half-asleep and half-awake dream, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.
"Xie Jingcheng...Xie Jingcheng, are you asleep?"
Xie Jingcheng opened his eyes in a daze. The night light was still on. Song Qingxing had long hair hanging down, and she looked extremely beautiful.
She has almost zero resistance to someone.
At this moment, Song Qingxing's shoulders were half exposed, and the straps had slipped off her shoulders. Why did this guy's shoulders keep slipping all day long? He was simply trying to seduce her.
Xie Jingcheng took a deep breath and suppressed the burning sensation rising in his nose.
"No."
"how……"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a "bang". Xie Jingcheng thought that the window was broken and the cold wind was blowing in. Song Qingxing couldn't stand the cold.
Looking up, I saw that the window was not broken. The quality was very good and it was definitely bulletproof.
But the sound was like an evil ghost demanding revenge, like the ghost's skinny, fleshy palms slapping the window again and again.
The listeners felt creepy.
Xie Jingcheng instantly understood why Song Qingxing was afraid, so he turned around and reached out to hug Song Qingxing.
"There are earplugs in the suitcase. I'll find them for you."
Patting his back with his palm, as if comforting a baby, Xie Jingcheng was about to get out of bed, but someone held him tightly and refused to let go.
"It's not the earplugs, it's...I want you to stay with me..."
People will encounter many things in their life.
The same was true for Song Qingxing. When she was a child, her family was poor and her parents were not often at home. Not only was the roof often blown off and leaking.
Occasionally, when she was sleeping alone at home, the whistling wind hit the window, and Song Qingxing could vaguely see a person outside the window.
Of course, she doesn't really believe in ghosts and gods.
Even if there is, my soul that travels through time and space is probably one of them.
But wind and rain never leave a good impression.
Song Qingxing could easily think of the terrible lightning, and also of the strange person who would secretly pay attention to her in the dead of night.
If you let your imagination run wild, you'll scare yourself to death.
Song Qingxing didn't care about all this and wished she could hug Xie Jingcheng with her whole body.
"Hold me and don't let go, okay?"
Song Qingxing's slightly humble plea made people feel sad.
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