Chapter 41 Touching the chest muscles
Ling Sheng put dried tangerine peel, hawthorn, wolfberry and other ingredients into the sobering soup, and finally added a spoonful of honey. It was sweet and refreshing, and there was indeed no strange taste at all.
Song Nanxi blew on the bowl.
Ling Sheng is a very obsessive-compulsive person in life. He opened the refrigerator in Song Nanxi's house and found it was almost empty, with only a few boxes of fast food. He looked at the date and it was expired.
He rubbed his eyebrows, and that feeling of helplessness and headache came back again.
"Is this all you eat every day?" Ling Sheng sorted the fruits he bought and put them into the fresh-keeping compartment, reminding her: "Don't forget to eat the fruits. I'll give you two days off. I've also arranged a show for you to be a guest on a variety show. I'll pick you up in two days."
Song Nanxi said nothing.
Not getting a response, Ling Sheng looked back and suddenly stopped talking.
Song Nanxi poked her hands out from under the blanket, holding a bowl and drinking sobering soup in small sips. The light from the floor lamp next to her shone on her face, and one could even see the fine hairs on her face. Her thick eyelashes drooped, and she looked very well behaved.
Like a small peach.
That is, when he doesn't talk, he looks obedient, but when he talks -
Ling Sheng shook his head.
After tidying up the refrigerator and throwing all the expired food into the trash can, Ling Sheng tidied up the kitchen and walked out.
Song Nanxi's house was not very tidy, with an iPad, a handheld game console, and other miscellaneous items on the coffee table. A coat was hung on the back of the sofa, and shoes were kicked around in the entrance.
From the style and environment, we can see the owner's unruly nature...
Seeing that Song Nanxi was drinking seriously, Ling Shengqiang did not disturb her. His obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in and he bent down unconsciously to tidy up the mess and put his shoes into the shoe cabinet.
Song Nanxi had just finished drinking and felt warm all over.
She admired Ling Sheng doing housework, her smiling eyes outlining the man's body curves, and suddenly——
"Brother Ling."
Ling Sheng stopped what he was doing and turned around. Song Nanxi came over at some point and stood behind him.
"Done drinking? Then go and have a rest. I should go back soon..."
Song Nanxi suddenly pinched his hand.
Ling Sheng was slightly startled, "What are you doing?" He reacted and was about to pull it back.
Song Nanxi lowered her eyes to look at the wound on his finger bone and pursed her lips, "How did you get hurt? It was not there when I came back." She raised her head, and her narrowed fox eyes flashed with a dangerous light, "Don't lie to me."
I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, but Song Nanxi’s temperature is very high.
The small piece of skin that she pinched with her fingertips was incredibly hot.
In fact, Ling Sheng didn't really want her to know. With his personality, such an impulse would never happen in his lifetime.
But I just couldn’t help it at the time…
After looking at each other, Ling Sheng said, "I beat up Song Mo."
It was Song Mo who started it first...
"Who's winning?"
"..." Ling Sheng: "Me."
In addition to work, Ling Sheng is also a frequent visitor to the fighting gym. He even participated in competitions during his school days and won a championship.
Song Mo is no match for him.
Song Nanxi's frown visibly relaxed. She widened her eyes and complained, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Did you beat Song Mo badly? Did you break his legs? I wasn't there for this scene! Damn it!"
She gritted her teeth.
This was not her acting. Song Nanxi was truly regretful. What a famous scene!
I really can't believe that Ling Sheng, who looks so serious, can actually fight!
It was a bad idea.
Ling Sheng lowered his head, looking at Song Nanxi's angry expression, and said speechlessly: "Do you hate him so much?"
"No, the antonym of hate is love. I don't have any feelings for the Song family. I just don't like him." Song Nanxi pouted, avoided Ling Sheng's sight, and pushed him to sit on the sofa.
She took out the medicine box, knelt on the sofa, and began to treat Ling Sheng's wound.
There was a shadow in front of me.
Therefore, he did not see the complexity in Ling Sheng’s eyes.
Ling Sheng had a scratch on the back of his hand, so Song Nanxi wiped it with iodine.
"Why does this iodine taste wrong..."
It tastes weird.
Ling Sheng picked up the bottle of iodine and took a look at it. He immediately laughed out of anger and lost all thoughts.
"Song Nanxi," he thrust the production date in front of Song Nanxi's eyes, "It looks like you hate me a lot. This iodine has been expired for half a month!"
Song Nanxi held it in front of her with an innocent look in her eyes, "Ah? Really... I haven't used it for a long time..."
Ling Sheng shook his head, "Sit down, I'll do it myself."
He washed the iodine and saw that the alcohol was not expired, so he rinsed it with alcohol and did not put on a Band-Aid.
He is just too greedy. It's just a minor injury, but he still lets Song Nanxi torture him!
"Okay, I've sent you up. You've already drunk the hangover soup. Your hands and feet shouldn't be so weak now, right?" Ling Sheng used her previous words to tease her, "Get up, wash up, and then go to rest."
Having already helped Song Nanxi clean up the house, Ling Sheng simply threw the expired medicines in the medicine box and the bottle of iodine into the garbage bag and packed them up to take away.
Song Nanxi leaned against the dining table, and when Ling Sheng was about to leave, she suddenly called him.
"Brother Ling."
Ling Sheng was changing his shoes. "Speak."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Nanxi walked over and gave him a quick hug.
"Thank you for helping me."
Ling Sheng didn't even react, his hands were still hanging in the air, the body in his arms was incredibly soft.
He lowered his eyes and patted her head gently.
"I'm your agent, who else should I help if not you?"
Song Nanxi raised her head from his arms and curled her eyes, "But there are really few people willing to stand by my side."
This one sentence made Ling Sheng's eyes darken, and he inexplicably felt heartache.
Without noticing, a small hand quietly climbed up.
I pinched the full chest muscles that I had coveted for a long time...
Song Nanxi was amazed: So cute! So bouncy!
Ling Sheng, who didn't know how to comfort her, suddenly turned face dark and suddenly pressed down Song Nanxi's rebellious hand.
"Song, Nan, Xi!"
Song Nanxi raised her delicate little face and smiled like a fox, "Why are you so fierce? It can't be that I was just careless?"
Ling Sheng laughed angrily and took her hand away.
"Yes, your hand has its own ideas." He opened the door and walked out. "Song Nanxi, you are a little liar."
Ling Sheng now doubts that all of Song Nanxi's sensationalism and pity-mongering were just for this last moment -
It was hard for him to understand: what was so good about touching a man’s breasts?
As soon as the others left, Song Nanxi yawned, with the corners of his lips raised high. How could he look pitiful at all?
All character settings are just to achieve the ultimate goal.
…
The next day.
Song Nanxi still couldn't sleep in, as a phone call woke her up in a hurry.
She rushed to the hospital with a gloomy look on her face.
Mr. Song fainted due to the shock and was rushed to the hospital!
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