Chapter 270: Little Childhood Sweetheart She Hooks Up Everywhere 2
Chapter 270: Little Childhood Sweetheart She Hooks Up Everywhere 2
This guy is quite sensible. Lin Zhiyi looked like she was saying, "I really can't do anything about you, but I still dote on you," and put her arms around Song Yanqing's waist.
The fragrant and soft body that just took a bath is more intuitive to stick to.
Just as Song Yanqing's hand was about to fall on the bare shoulder, Lin Zhiyi let go: "I'm done hugging you, I'm going to change my clothes."
This time Song Yanqing did not leave. He simply sat on the bed and waited for someone to come out.
She was wearing a beige dress and walked up to him and turned around. "Does it look good?"
"nice."
Lin Zhiyi smiled and said, "I think it looks good too. I'm going home then."
"Don't be in a hurry to leave. Stay with me for a while. I'm bored alone." Song Yanqing stared at her.
Lin Zhi thought about the fact that he was currently unemployed, so he was not in a hurry: "Okay."
Song Yanqing patted his legs, intending to see if she would sit on him again, but he never expected that Lin Zhiyi would rest her head on him and lie sideways beside him.
Song Yanqing curled his lips at her well-behaved look and reached out to stroke her long hair which was still a little wet at the ends.
"Zhiyi, I'm bored, let me count for you."
Lin Zhiyi thought this person was really weird. What was there to say about counting?
But she felt very comfortable having her hair lifted and hearing a gentle voice in her ears. She didn't know how many times she counted before she fell asleep.
Song Yanqing's hand followed his hair to his face, eyes, lips...
Staring at the little man who had fallen asleep, she smiled even wider, trying to seduce him...
The cloudy weather made it impossible to distinguish between day and night. After finishing work and returning home to rest, Shen Chuan received a call from Lin Zhiyi's mother.
"Ah Chuan, is Zhiyi pestering you to stay at your house again? She hasn't come back yet at this hour. My guess is that her phone is broken and the battery is probably out. This child is a real worry. Please bear with me."
Shen Chuan looked at the time, it was 7:30 in the evening... Lin Zhiyi didn't come home?
After responding a few times, he frowned and thought, and was just about to send someone to look for her when Song Yanqing called.
Shen Chuan answered with a look of surprise: "Is the person with you?"
"Well, she was sleeping so soundly I couldn't wake her up. I thought her parents would be worried, so I told you to pass on the message. If you're worried, come and get her."
Shen Chuan said calmly: "Let her sleep at your place, hanging up."
Song Yanqing took the phone off his ear and raised his eyebrows. He really didn't have any strange feelings at all.
In the middle of the night, the sound of rain became heavier and heavier, and thunder sounded, which woke Lin Zhiyi up.
He threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and ran out of the room, looking for support in the darkness. There were not many rooms, and Lin Zhiyi quickly found the one where someone was.
Song Yanqing had just gone to bed and was about to rest when he opened his eyes when someone came in. There were only two people in the villa tonight, so it was easy to imagine who they were...
There was no attempt to cover up at all. The person who walked in quickly was very anxious. He lifted the quilt and forced himself into his arms, curling himself up into a ball.
Song Yanqing was silent for a moment and then said, "Zhi Yi?"
"Well, I had a nightmare, hold me."
Song Yanqing organized his words: "Are you and Shen Chuan always like this?"
"No, he would get angry before I hugged him, but not Brother Yanqing. You are very gentle."
"Are you gentle enough to sleep with me without worry? Zhizhi, should I change your impression of me?" The changing names represent a certain aggressive attitude...
His arms tightened, easily restraining the villain, the threat implication was self-evident.
However, the person in his arms didn't seem nervous at all. He relaxed his body and said, "Hold tighter."
Song Yanqing didn't know what his mood was right now...
Pulling the person closer to his arms, Song Yanqing buried his head in her soft neck and stopped moving. He closed his eyes and thought, "Forget it, I'll talk about it tomorrow when I wake up."
Early in the morning, looking at the empty person in his arms, Song Yanqing thought for a moment that he was dreaming, but he knew it wasn't...
I got up and went downstairs, and saw the energetic girl busy in the kitchen.
Song Qingyan was standing upstairs, watching two lunch boxes being packed. One was placed on his dining table normally, and the other was packed with a heart drawn on it, obviously to be taken away.
Haha, are you going to bring breakfast to Shen Chuan? It’s hard for a grown lady like you to learn how to cook because of Shen Chuan.
Seeing that the car keys were taken away, Song Yanqing did not say a word. He did not go downstairs until the figure disappeared in the empty and cold villa. Then he sat at the dining table, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
While eating, Song Yanqing suddenly laughed. How long has it been since he couldn't understand a person?
Not long after Shen Chuan got up, the door was opened by fingerprint. He was not surprised to see Lin Zhiyi, or rather, he was used to it.
His clothes are different from the ones he wore yesterday...
Shen Chuan's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Lin Zhiyi calmly as she placed the breakfast in front of her as usual: "I don't..."
Lin Zhiyi retracted her hand, which had not yet been put down, and said sadly: "I knew you wouldn't eat what I cook. Humph, I'll eat it myself."
Before saying this, she couldn't wait to put the egg roll with the heart painted on it into her mouth, and the enjoyment in her big watery eyes could not be concealed at all.
Shen Chuan suddenly pulled out the lunch box: "I didn't say I don't want to eat."
In front of Lin Zhiyi, all the delicious food that was carefully prepared early in the morning went into the male protagonist's stomach.
Lin Zhiyi's sweet, flattering smile was a little distorted: "Is it delicious? I'll make it for you next time."
After finishing his meal, Shen Chuan wiped his mouth elegantly with a tissue: "Not bad, today you..."
"Woo woo, are you going to chase me away again? I'm leaving. Shen Chuan, you're really annoying."
I shed two tears. Today's punch-in was a success. I was just about to find something interesting to do when my wrist was grabbed.
Shen Chuan said expressionlessly: "I hate it when others rush to answer in front of me, especially when the answers don't match. Come to work with me today, go upstairs and change clothes. What skirt is so ugly!"
Lin Zhiyi was a little surprised: "Let me go to work with you? Did you bump your head when you go out?" Doesn't the male protagonist hate her very much?
Shen Chuan's face darkened: "Your mother called me yesterday."
Lin Zhiyi understood immediately. Since she was asked by her elders to do something, she had to pretend for a few days.
She immediately went upstairs and changed into clothes of the same color as Shen Chuan. Shen Chuan looked at her with disdain and walked out first.
The office was so quiet all day long that only the sounds of keyboards and mice could be heard. Not only was Shen Chuan not used to it, but even the assistant beside him was not used to it. He would often look at the person who could not keep quiet for a moment.
Lin Zhiyi, who was immersed in the game, did not notice Shen Chuan standing behind her and leaning over to see what she was doing.
After passing this level after a long battle, he stood up excitedly and stomped his feet: "It's over, my...ah, my head!" The top of his head and his jaw were hit hard at the same time, and both were injured.
Shen Chuan covered his painful and numb jaw and said angrily, "Lin Zhiyi!"
She was in pain too, and stars were about to appear in front of her eyes.
She covered her head, forgetting her character for a moment and trying to keep up the pretense, and said angrily, "What the hell are you calling your dad?"
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