Chapter 220 Is Song Ling confused due to illness?
Qiao Bei nodded, took the room card, swiped it and entered.
Ding sound.
The phone rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was Fu Tanxiu, and curled her lips.
The information is just a few numbers.
【8032】
Qiao Bei knew that was the room number.
She opened the door, looked around to make sure no one saw her, and then walked towards 8032.
Just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened.
She was dragged inside.
The familiar woody scent wafted into her nose, and her heart trembled.
Fu Tanxiu easily picked her up, held her against the door, and looked up at her.
The narrow and long phoenix eyes seemed to have flames of their own, burning her.
She looked away in panic: "Put me down."
"good."
With the word "good", her foot landed on the back of his foot, her chin was lifted up, and her lips felt hot.
Fu Tanxiu lowered his head and stared at those peach blossom eyes, which trembled like a frightened little rabbit.
Want to be bullied severely.
He did so.
The kiss became more and more fierce and forceful, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.
Qiao Bei's heart was beating like a drum, as if it was about to jump out.
"Fu Tanxiu..."
She murmured helplessly.
Cry for help like a kitten.
Fu Tanxiu's eyes were red. He pulled her hand and hung it around his neck to prevent her from falling.
He moved his feet and walked towards the big bed.
During this process, he never let her go.
…
Shang Wufang followed Song Ling to her room.
Song Ling brought him a bottle of water and placed it in front of him.
Seeing that she looked very tired, Shang Wufang cut to the chase and briefly told her about Xie Zanrong.
Although Song Ling was tired, her mind was clear as she had long been accustomed to such high-intensity work.
I discussed with Shang Wufang the series of troubles that arose after Xie Zanrong was injured.
The discussion lasted about half an hour.
Shang Wufang stood up and said, "That's all for today. You can take a rest."
Song Ling stood up and wanted to see him off, but she felt dizzy and fell backwards.
Fortunately, a pair of big hands grabbed her in time and brought her back.
She threw herself into Shang Wufang's arms, her hands instinctively grabbing his clothes.
Shang Wufang lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Ling leaned in his arms without saying a word.
Shang Wufang thought she was not feeling well, so he carried her to sit on the sofa.
"Song Ling, are you okay? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Seeing his concerned look, Song Ling was in a trance for a moment.
Shang Wufang saw that she was silent and dazed, so he put his hand on her forehead.
"No fever, so what's going on?"
"Song Ling, say something."
Song Ling came back to her senses and said, "I'm fine. I just felt dizzy. It might be because I didn't get enough rest."
Shang Wufang bent down and picked her up.
Song Ling was startled and put her arms around his neck.
The two were so close that she could smell his scent, which was still as fresh and pleasant as it was back then.
She and Shang Wufang graduated from the same university. She is three years younger than Shang Wufang and is his junior.
The first time she saw Shang Wufang was on the basketball court, where he was playing basketball with a group of boys.
She was hit by a basketball as she passed by. It didn't hurt much, but she was scared.
A boy ran over, stood in front of her, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
The other person was very tall, a head taller than her. Song Ling looked up and then froze in place.
The boy opposite has deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, beautiful lips, and perfect facial lines.
His short hair was wet with sweat, which flowed down his cheeks and fell onto his bronze chest at his chin.
He is sunny and handsome, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that curve upwards when he smiles.
This scene has been appearing in Song Ling's mind ever since, so clearly.
Many years passed, and she was once again so close to Shang Wufang, or even closer.
She tried hard to control her pounding heart.
Afraid of being discovered by Shang Wufang.
When Shang Wufang lowered his head, he saw that Song Ling's face was as red as if it had been steamed in a pot.
He was stunned for a moment.
Then ask: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Song Ling wore black-framed glasses and her eyes flickered a few times.
He stammered, "No...no."
Shang Wufang felt that Song Ling must be sick, and very sick. She was usually capable, but now she stuttered when she spoke and her face was extremely red.
Could it be that you have a fever?
But he just tested the temperature and it was a little hot, but not boiling hot.
He quickly put Song Ling on the bed and tested the temperature of her forehead, which seemed a little high.
"Does it hurt?"
He asked in a low voice.
Song Ling shook her head.
However, Shang Wufang still walked into the bathroom, and soon came back with a wet towel, folded it, and placed it on her forehead.
Song Ling didn't know what was wrong with her. She pushed the towel to the ground, sat up suddenly, grabbed Shang Wufang's clothes on his chest, pulled him over, and kissed him.
A set of movements that are fast and accurate.
Shang Wufang: “…”
He was stunned, his eyes widened, and his head exploded.
Damn, what’s going on?
Is Song Ling sick and confused?
Do you know who he is?
A minute later, Song Ling came back to her senses and was shocked.
But she didn't move away, her lips were still pressed against Shang Wufang's.
Shang Wufang also came back to his senses from his shock and reached out to push her away.
Song Ling closed her eyes, as if she had made some decision. She grabbed Shang Wufang tightly, and she didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pushed Shang Wufang down on the bed.
Then she kissed him and ripped his shirt.
Shang Wufang: “…”
"Song... Song Ling, stop and take a good look at who I am."
Song Ling opened her eyes. Through her black-framed glasses, she saw a pair of round almond-shaped eyes. Her pupils trembled, mixed with some complicated emotions.
Shang Wufang put his hands on her waist and tried to distance them.
"Song Ling, I'm Shang Wufang."
Song Ling whispered, "I know."
"I know you still..."
Shang Wufang couldn't say it.
Song Ling: "Mr. Shang, is it okay for just this one night?"
Shang Wufang was shocked again: "Song Ling, do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know. I want to sleep with you tonight. Is that okay?"
Shang Wufang refused.
Song Ling is crazy, and he can't go crazy with her.
Song Ling is his company's agent. She is usually very serious, but I didn't expect her to go crazy like this and even dare to take off his clothes.
You can’t judge a book by its cover!
"Song..."
Before he could finish, Song Ling pressed a finger on his lips to stop him from speaking.
"Mr. Shang, please don't reject me, okay?"
His voice was soft and his eyes were pleading.
Song Ling took off her black-framed glasses and threw them casually on the bedside table.
Shang Wufang's breathing stopped when he saw the little face without the black-framed glasses.
It turns out that Song Ling looks so beautiful without her glasses. Her skin is fair and delicate, like a freshly peeled egg, her almond-shaped eyes are misty and affectionate, and her nose is small and cute.
Song Ling sat on him and began to unbutton his clothes.
By the time he reacted, all the buttons on his shirt had come undone. Song Ling roughly and impatiently pulled off his shirt and threw it to the ground, then put her small hand on his belt.
Shang Wufang held her hand and said, "Song Ling, stop it!"
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