Chapter 185: Protect Your Wife First When You Are in Danger
At night, you can always hear the cold wind hitting the windows. After all, the room is built on the top of the mountain, and this natural factor is unavoidable.
Even though there was heating in the room, Song Qingxing couldn't sleep all night as long as she heard the sound of the wind that sounded like the roar of a demon.
She did not come from a good family, and her father became rich only after she was in elementary school. Before that, her family was extremely poor.
Although many people laughed at Song Qingxing for only attending an art school and being a complete loser, she didn't care. She succeeded in everything she wanted to do, and that was enough for her.
I remember that the tiles in our house were made of green tiles. Once there was a strong wind and more than a dozen tiles were blown away, leaving a hole as big as a basin on the beam.
Whenever there was thunder and lightning, Song Qingxing could see the bright light of lightning leaking through the hole, and it would rain soon, so her mother moved the bathtub to collect the water.
If she told others about this experience, she would definitely win a lot of sympathy from people online. However, Song Qingxing was a very strong-willed person.
I would rather swallow my anger than say such things out loud. The whistling sound of the wind is exactly the same as the whistling sound that blew away the green tiles on the roof when I was a child.
Bad memories were brought up and could not be suppressed in a short period of time.
Song Qingxing opened her eyes. The room was dim and Xie Jingcheng hadn't turned on the night light. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness for a while, Song Qingxing could see the other person's exposed white ears.
"Jingcheng..."
For some reason, when she saw the person in front of her, Song Qingxing felt a sense of security in her heart. She slowly leaned over and put her arms around the other's waist.
Feeling the faintly tense muscles, it was like a leopard accumulating strength for a burst of energy.
With her chin resting on her back, her body temperature could be felt through the thin nightgown.
Xie Jingcheng did not wake up, but seemed to know who was next to him, so he did not resist at all.
Now it seems that there are only two possibilities for why Queen Xie kicked her sister off the bed. One is that she really doesn't like close contact with anyone other than Song Qingxing, and the other is that her sister Xie Jingshu herself is not honest.
However, the heat generated by the two people hugging each other was quite high. Xie Jingcheng was woken up by the heat in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he felt a layer of sticky sweat on his forehead.
What's going on?
Is the heating on too high?
Just as Xie Jingcheng was lost in confusion, he felt a pair of hands resting on his waist muscles, with his palms touching his abdominal muscles, which made him feel itchy.
All right…
She knew who it was.
Xie Jingcheng turned his head and saw Song Qingxing sleeping soundly. There was also a little sweat on the other person's forehead, but it was not as serious as his.
Xie Jingcheng glanced at his phone. There was not much time left before the recording of the show. If he stayed in bed for too long, it would leave a bad impression on the audience.
So she reached out and touched the tip of Song Qingxing's nose with her slender fingertips, with very light force, again and again, like dogtail grass touching the skin.
"What are you doing..."
"It's itchy."
Song Qingxing shrugged her nose like a puppy about to sneeze. She opened her eyes, sleepy, and the straps of her nightgown slipped off her snow-white shoulders, revealing her amazing beauty.
Xie Jingcheng's face suddenly turned red, and she quickly raised her hand to pull up the nightgown for the other person. She said that she couldn't withstand such a strong temptation so early in the morning.
"I'm calling you to get up. It's almost seven o'clock. Let's go down early."
"Um."
Song Qingxing nodded obediently. This time the camera was not installed in the bedroom, but only on the side of the bedroom road, so Song Qingxing could do some tricks without restraint.
So when Xie Jingcheng was about to stand up, Song Qingxing grabbed her wrist.
"how…"
Before the last few words could come out of her mouth, Song Qingxing had already knelt on the soft bed and moved closer to Xie Jingcheng.
Delicate lips kissed cheeks and neck.
"Good morning kiss."
Song Qingxing smiled with her eyes narrowed, like a crescent moon. Xie Jingcheng was distracted for a moment and then lowered his head.
He gently kissed Song Qingxing on the forehead.
After a quick wash, the two of them went downstairs. The first floor was very quiet at this time, with only one or two people getting up. Everyone was yawning, with tired looks on their faces. There were even one or two male stars who had just put on some foundation.
Song Qingxing was still in good spirits. Although she was frightened by the whistling wind yesterday, she had someone to hug her.
So she slept very soundly that night and was never disturbed by the wind again.
The crew didn't prepare breakfast, which meant everyone had to make it themselves. One male star was already figuring out how to cook porridge.
Song Qingxing took a deep breath.
"Why do I smell burnt?"
The male star also took a breath.
"No, I cooked it according to the tutorial on the Internet. How could that be possible?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the rice cooker screamed like a madman, as if it was being dragged into a mental hospital, and white foam spurted out of the lid, which scared everyone.
Xie Jingcheng stood in front of Song Qingxing without leaving any trace, but the back of his hand was burned by the splashing white foam.
She pursed her lips and decisively turned off the power of the power strip.
Faced with the remaining guests who were panicking like a bunch of chickens, Xie Jingcheng showed extraordinary rationality. The moment the power strip was turned off, the rice cooker became much less restless.
Xie Jingcheng took a quick look, found the spatula, and used it to gently move the rice cooker's air vent, and heard a "whoosh" sound.
The boiling hot steam rushed out one after another. After the heat was released, Xie Jingcheng found some cotton gloves. From beginning to end, the other guests looked at the rice cooker as if it were a time bomb.
Xie Jingcheng turned on the button. Perhaps because he had prepared in advance, his face was turned to the side, completely avoiding the white mist that was rushing out.
As far as the eye can see, the white porridge is still rolling, but the bottom has long been burnt black, with a texture like latex.
The smell of burnt food filled everyone's nose.
Now it was the turn of the male guest who had just said it was impossible to cook to be embarrassed. He thought that at most he would cook something a little unpalatable, but he didn't expect to blow up the kitchen.
"Wash the pot, please."
Song Qingxing leaned over.
It seems that she, who can cook, has to cook breakfast. She didn't expect that the things she learned to please Xie Jingcheng would now shine in the show.
"yes."
"Thank you for your help."
The other guests were a little overwhelmed and moved the rice cooker aside.
Song Qingxing was just thinking about what to make for breakfast, as the rice cooker was no longer usable, when she noticed that Xie Jingcheng's expression looked a little strange.
Thinking of the scene where the other party bravely stood in front of her just now, Song Qingxing had a bad feeling in her heart, so she approached Xie Jingcheng little by little.
"Let me see your hands."
Xie Jingcheng took a step back and was about to hide his hands behind his back, but before he could do so, someone grabbed him.
Song Qingxing looked carefully.
All I could see were red burn marks dotted all over her fair skin.
It makes people feel so sad.
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