Chapter 119: The Next Method

Chapter 116

He sat across from Meng Jingwei, staring at her face, and even though the night had passed, he still didn't seem to get used to it.

"What are you staring at me?"

Meng Jingwei looked at Qing Muye while drinking porridge, raised her hand and touched her cheek, "Is there something on my face?"

Qing Muye lowered his head slowly, holding his mobile phone and not knowing what page he was scrolling on, but he didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't care, Meng Jingwei pursed her lips and continued to drink porridge with her head down.

But while eating, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Qing Muye with a straight gaze, "You...... Qing Muye, do you have any thoughts about the old lady?"

She touched her face again, "You like Li Yun'er, don't you think of me as Li Yun'er now?"

Suddenly realized, she picked up the pillow and blocked it in front of her, with a defensive posture, and then touched her whole body again, "Bastard, what did you do to me last night?

Hearing this, Qing Muye slid his fingers on the mobile phone screen and paused, raised his eyebrows and looked at her, his face sank.

In her heart, he is such a shameless person?

"Stuff down, get out. ”

There was no explanation, just a light reply, but he couldn't hide his anger.

"Huh?"

Qing Muye's reaction was completely unexpected, Meng Jingwei was stunned, and muttered in self-doubt: "You really didn't touch me?"

She was skeptical.

After thinking for a long time, Meng Jingwei noticed that Qing Muye did not show any signs of lying, and smiled again, "Just kidding, just kidding." ”

As she spoke, she put down her pillow and prepared to continue drinking porridge.

However, before her hand touched the spoon, she saw Qing Muye directly take away the porridge she had drunk more than half.

"Uh...... Hey, don't take my porridge away. ”

Meng Jingwei reached out to pull Qing Muye, but only grabbed the corner of his clothes, "I was just joking, don't take it too seriously." ”

The man tilted his head slightly, glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and his face was grim, "Let go." ”

"I don't!"

"I don't want to say it a second time. ”

"I ...... Oops, Qing ...... No, brother, why are you like this, you are my brother, shouldn't you spoil your sister as an elder brother? You see other brothers, they are all spoiled sisters, why are you so stingy?"

Meng Jingwei tried her best to grab the corner of Qing Muye's clothes and coquettish with him.

With the identity of a godsister, Meng Jingwei noticed that Qing Muye had changed a lot about her, perhaps because she was afraid of Mrs. Qing, or maybe because she had saved Mrs. Qing, so he was not as ruthless as he was at the beginning.

Therefore, Meng Jingwei became more and more unscrupulous towards Qing Muye.

It seems that the man in front of her will not do anything to her.

Qing Muye is used to seeing Meng Jingwei's unwilling to admit defeat, and it is rare to see her put down her dignity and be coquettish in front of him, which is inexplicable...... Very useful.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll treat you as Li Yun'er?" he asked rhetorically.

"No, no, no, no. What kind of woman can't find a man like you? I'm just a good-looking face, and there's nothing else good about it, you can't look at it. Besides, if you dare to touch a finger of me, I'll tell my grandmother that you're incest!"

As she spoke, Meng Jingwei stood up, walked around to Qing Muye, and snatched the half bowl of porridge from him.

But before he could turn around, he was wrapped around his waist by the man and brought into his arms.

The two hugged each other tightly, it was a summer day, wearing thin clothes, and they could almost feel each other's body temperature and heartbeat.

Meng Jingwei raised her eyes, the two looked at each other, she frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Incest?"

The man raised an eyebrow on one side, and suddenly leaned over to her ear, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Then what was it before us?"

The so-called 'before' naturally refers to the joy of his bed with her.

The hot air of his lips stroked the hair in her neck socket, tickling her skin, tickling and making her feel hot.