Chapter 17 Taking a Bath Together
"Really?"
Song Qingxing's eyes suddenly lit up, like a cat seeing canned cat food, her eyes were bright, like glass.
"real."
Xie Jingcheng sometimes wondered if this man was drunk. Aren’t drunk people said to be confused and have unclear logic?
As a result, Song Qingxing could still remember so much.
"Then you can't lie."
The seat belt is tight around the chest, outlining the proud curves, which makes one's nose warm.
"I'm not lying, Song Qingxing. I just hope you'll remember this when you sober up."
Xie Jingcheng folded the tissue, wiped the corners of her mouth, and returned to her usual serious self, showing an indifferent attitude towards everyone.
The car drove along the asphalt road and soon stopped in front of a high-end hotel. The hotel was quite far from the filming base.
So the driver drove for more than an hour, and Song Qingxing fell asleep completely under the influence of alcohol. Her breathing was even and there was no snoring.
He doesn't grind his teeth, and his little habits are better than those of most people.
The driver parked the car in the hotel's underground garage. Xie Jingcheng also unfastened the seat belt for the passengers. The driver stood by the door, and his meaning was obvious.
"Miss, let me carry Miss Song up."
The drunk man was so heavy, what would happen if the precious young lady came?
The driver gets a high salary every month, so of course he has to work hard. He also works part-time as a bodyguard.
"No, I can do it myself."
Xie Jingcheng stood up, pressed the elevator door of the hotel, and helped the person all the way back. Song Qingxing was sleeping very soundly, so Xie Jingcheng squatted down and the driver helped her onto his back.
Xie Jingcheng carried the person on his back easily.
She could have carried him like a princess, but that would have been too conspicuous, even in a hotel.
Xie Jingcheng has never carried anyone on her back in her life. Except for her sister occasionally lying on her back on purpose, most of her other experiences of carrying people happened during filming.
Those actors didn't dare to use their full strength at all, and basically just hung themselves carefully.
But now with the heavy Song Qingxing pressing on his back, Xie Jingcheng didn't feel how heavy she was, maybe because she was light to begin with.
After all, the waist is so thin.
Close your eyes and you will see that snow-white waist shaking.
Xie Jingcheng bit his tongue and despised himself in his heart. How could he long for someone else all day long?
Arriving at his presidential suite, Xie Jingcheng swiped his room card, pushed the door open, and the hotel lights came on.
The warm yellow light was somewhat ambiguous. Xie Jingcheng put the person on the sofa and thought to himself, why not take the drunk little cat to take a bath?
Song Qingxing reeked of alcohol, and it wouldn't be good for her to just sleep on the sofa. Since he had decided to bring her back to the hotel, he had to take responsibility.
Xie Jingcheng had never served anyone before, so his technique was very unfamiliar. He thought of letting the person take a bath in the bathtub, but he felt that was too troublesome, so it would be better for them to take a bath together.
Convenient and fast.
The hotel's water heater provides hot water 24 hours a day, so there is no need to worry about that. The person Xie Jingcheng needs to trouble the most is Song Qingxing.
A sleeping person cannot take a bath.
So she reached out and gently tapped the other person's cheek with her fingertips. However, Song Qingxing just frowned slightly and raised her hand to swat Xie Jingcheng's fingers away.
Muttering to himself.
"You stinking mosquito! I'm warning you, don't bite me... Be careful! I'll call the pest control team tomorrow... and spray all the flowers outside the hotel clean, and the drains too... I'll kill all your descendants..."
Xie Jingcheng, who was treated as a mosquito, was silent for a moment.
It seems that just a gentle pat is not enough to restore Song Qingxing's consciousness. She took a deep breath and thought about using more force, because the female star's face is the most important.
This is absolutely not allowed.
The only option is to find a place with more flesh. Parents usually choose to spank their children when disciplining them.
Xie Jingcheng hesitated, feeling that they were not close enough to have such a close relationship, but...
It would not be good to just leave him on the sofa today and let the strange smell of the red wine ferment.
Xie Jingcheng moved his finger downwards. Song Qingxing was half lying on the sofa. He applied a little force with his palm and heard a "pop" sound next to his ear.
"who?"
"Who dares to hit me?"
"I'll flatten your head and use it as a flower pot!"
Song Qingxing woke up suddenly. She was still a little drunk and her voice was hoarse.
But after a moment of confusion, he could see clearly who it was. The warm yellow light shone on the tall nose bridge. Xie Jingcheng was slightly nearsighted.
I usually wear glasses when I'm not acting.
Behind the lenses were a pair of sincere eyes, with some apology in them. Xie Jingcheng touched his nose embarrassedly.
"You need to shower before you can sleep. You stink of alcohol, and you can't just wipe yourself off."
Song Qingxing could still feel the pain in her buttocks and was in a trance for a moment. Did Xie Jingcheng hit himself?
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just wanted you to wake up."
Song Qingxing fell into a brief silence.
Okay... okay, I'm just a canary, how dare I fight with the financial sponsor?
"Then let's go wash up."
Just as Song Qingxing stretched out her feet to put on her shoes, she found herself in an unfamiliar hotel. The layout of this hotel was much larger than the one she had stayed in before.
You can tell who is staying in this hotel just by guessing. Looking down from a distance, you can only see sparse lights.
After all, this is just a film and television city, and the business of hotels and restaurants depends on the stars, filming crews, fans, paparazzi and the like who come and go.
It's great to be able to live in such a good place.
"Do you have a change of clothes?"
Song Qingxing spoke tentatively.
“Yes, but there’s probably no suitable one…”
Xie Jingcheng couldn't finish his words, so he could only adjust his glasses, and then his eyes fell on Song Qingxing's chest.
The meaning was obvious. Song Qingxing lowered her head and looked. Well... no matter whether it was seven or eight years ago or seven or eight years later, her figure remained the same. Not bad, not bad.
But after watching it, I realized that Xie Jingcheng had been staring at his chest for a while.
"rogue!"
Song Qingxing covered her chest with her hands.
"I'm not a hooligan, Qingxing. I just want to say that you might be a little bigger than me and can't fit in."
Song Qingxing was silent for a moment.
Well, it’s not like I haven’t experienced vacuum myself.
So I could only let go of my hand reluctantly.
"Are there any pajamas that look like toga robes?"
This would make it easier to cover up. Song Qingxing really couldn't be so intimate with someone she had only known for a few days.
Although he had known the other person for many years in his previous life, they were just acquaintances, and they had no contact since the red wine-throwing incident.
"have."
Xie Jingcheng turned around and opened the wardrobe. Before she came, her assistant would put the clothes away first so that it would be convenient for her to take them instead of rummaging through the suitcase.
Xie Jingcheng took out a dark green embroidered nightgown from inside and handed it to the other party.
"It might be a little big for you, but that's okay. A bigger size will make you more comfortable."
Song Qingxing reached out to take it. It felt smooth to the touch. It was high-quality silk.
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