Chapter 313 Pretending to be a Pig to Eat a Tiger

Peaches have a tender pink color, white flesh, full of juice, and a sweet taste.

The skin is a thin layer. After gently tearing it off, you will find the softest and sweetest fruit.

When you take a bite, the meat is tender and juicy.

Mouthful of fruity aroma.

The peaches are still very tender, and if you press hard with your fingers, they will leave spots of marks.

It is so precious that one has to hold it carefully in one’s hands.

But I couldn't resist the temptation of the sweet scent.

Finally, he swallowed in big gulps to satisfy the thirst in his throat.

Really soft~

So sweet~

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Late night.

Jiang Rou felt like she had really become a peach.

Soft and easy to manipulate.

I really can't resist it at all.

At the beginning, her strength was far inferior to Zhou Chongshan's.

In the end, she couldn't even muster the slightest bit of strength.

For example, right now.

She lay on the bed, breathing heavily, but she was too lazy to even move a finger, she was exhausted.

Sometimes.

Jiang Rou would also have ridiculous thoughts.

It would be better to just faint.

If that was the case, at least she knew nothing, whether it was tiredness or shame, it had nothing to do with her.

As long as I can get out of bed the next day.

Jiang Rou squinted her eyes and was about to fall asleep, but her crow-feather-like eyelashes were trembling slightly.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to sleep, but her waist…

The man's rough and broad palms continued to caress.

The tentative meaning was too strong.

There is a string in Jiang Rou's heart that is always tense.

Let her shiver from time to time.

It's really annoying!

Should he close his eyes and pretend to sleep, or use his last bit of strength to kick Zhou Chongshan?

This is a multiple-choice question.

Jiang Rou was caught in a tangle.

At this moment, Jiang Rou heard the man's words in a daze.

Zhou Chongshan's voice was still hoarse and low, but compared to the eager possessiveness at the beginning, it was now filled with a sense of laziness after being satisfied.

He leaned close to Jiang Rou's ear and kissed her on the cheek.

The room was dark and Jiang Rou's red ears could not be seen.

But the hot temperature can be clearly felt.

he asked in a low voice.

"Wife, why don't you let me eat oysters?"

"…Why?"

Jiang Rou's heart skipped a beat and she spoke in a muffled voice.

She buried her face in the pillow, afraid of revealing even the slightest bit of guilt.

Zhou Chongshan looked at Jiang Rou's ostrich-like figure, smiling cunningly in the darkness.

Although the old man is rough, he is a veteran of the battlefield after all. How could he not have any tricks at all?

"Wife, I can still do it even if I don't eat oysters."

The deep voice fell into Jiang Rou's ears.

It almost made her explode instantly!

Oh my god!

He knows!

Know everything!

Jiang Rou felt something was wrong.

She was deceived by the man's pretended profoundness, which was completely like playing a pig to eat a tiger.

She didn't realize there was a trap ahead.

"Wife, I'll prove it to you."

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.

Zhou Chongshan is willing to prove all of this with his practical actions and hard work.

Grilled oysters, haha.

He doesn't need it at all!

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Time goes back a few hours.

Song Qingqian and He Donglai were on their way home.

The young couple held hands.

The courtyard was quiet and dark.

At this time, everyone has gone to bed, so they save electricity and are reluctant to turn on the lights.

The only light came from the bright moon in the sky and the stars that filled the sky, casting a afterglow.

The shadows of the two people were stretched out long.

The slender arms were still crossed.

Song Qingqian looked at the shadow on the ground. As he walked, he suddenly found that he could not move.

She was stunned for a moment before she realized that He Donglai had suddenly stopped.

The man was tall and straight, standing in the middle of the path.

It was about ten meters away from their front door.

He didn't move.

"Why don't you leave?"

Song Qingqian frowned slightly and looked at He Donglai in confusion.

Under the night.

It was quiet.

The night breeze blew gently on the two of them.

Song Qingqian waited quietly for a while, but still didn't get any answer from He Donglai.

Isn't that strange?

"He Donglai?"

"Donglai?"

"Congratulations, Captain?"

Song Qingqian called He Donglai several times, but there was still no response from He Donglai.

He couldn't have fallen asleep standing on the road, right?

He Donglai's face still had the usual deep and calm look, with deep eyes, a high nose bridge, handsome features, and a calm and gentle aura.

Even the look in his eyes was exactly the same as when he left Jiang Rou's house.

His eyes were fixed on Song Qingqian.

Song Qingqian didn't notice anything unusual about He Donglai, so she pulled his hand again.

But He Donglai remained motionless.

Only then did Song Qingqian realize that something was wrong.

She raised her hand and waved it in front of He Donglai.

He Donglai's eyes were not moved at all, he just continued to look at Song Qingqian.

That's not right...

Could it be that...

Song Qingqian asked doubtfully, "He Donglai, are you drunk?"

He Donglai responded calmly, "I'm not drunk."

The person who kept saying that he was not drunk did not move forward a single step. He just stood there and did not go home.

If this isn't drunkenness, what else could it be?

Song Qingqian finally realized that He Donglai was really drunk.

Zhao Guosheng's burning knife is truly amazingly powerful.

Some people become talkative like Zhao Guosheng when they are drunk, and when they get emotional, they may even go crazy.

Some people are drunk and quiet, everything is normal, or even quieter than usual, without showing any signs of drunkenness at all.

After all, Song Qingqian had been in and out of the world of fame and fortune and had seen all kinds of people.

He Donglai is the latter.

He should have been drunk when he left Jiang Rou's house, but it was difficult for ordinary people to tell.

Even Song Qingqian, who was closest to me, just noticed it.

The drunk He Donglai became more silent, more stubborn, and more stern.

He is more like the cold and unruly young man seven years ago.

Think about this.

Song Qingqian's heart couldn't help but soften.

She said softly, "He Donglai, can we go home?"

"Go home? I don't have a home."

He Donglai's clear voice became hoarse after being soaked in alcohol.

He frowned, and between his handsome brows, there was a hint of fragility that was different from his depth.

At this moment, he was like a stray dog ​​who couldn't find his home.

It seemed that there was nothing he could do except look at Song Qingqian.

Song Qingqian coaxed, "No, you have a home. Your home and mine, our home, we go home together."

"Our home? Are you home?"

"Yes, this is our home, of course I am at home, do you still want to kick me out?"

He Donglai immediately shook his head quickly.

When he shook his head, his mind became even more dizzy. He frowned, and a hint of dull confusion appeared in his eyes.

"Then be good and follow me."

Song Qingqian narrowed her eyes, with a smile on her face, and pulled their hands without saying a word.

The big dog behind him followed closely.

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Zhou Chongshan: It is wrong to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, it is to eat the wife~

He Donglai: What a coincidence? I can do that too.