Chapter 114

After several failed attempts, Qing Muye held her appointedly.

Until he finally stopped vomiting, he wiped her mouth for her, and then carried her back to bed.

After putting the little woman on the bed, the man's heart was furious, and he finally slapped her on the buttocks.

There was a snap, the sound was loud, "......"

Meng Jingwei, who was asleep, gasped in pain, but continued to sleep without any other reaction.

With that slap, he clearly restrained his strength.

But listening to her gasp in pain, Qing Muye was stunned for a second and lifted the hem of her skirt.

I didn't see it, but when I looked at it, I found that there were already five finger marks on her skin as white as mutton fat jade, which was very clear.

Looking at the finger marks, his heart sank, and after looking at it for a few seconds, he finally couldn't help but raise his hand to gently help her rub it.

Then, Fang covered her with a thin quilt, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room, Qing Muye took his mobile phone and made a call to Song Ci, "Immediately go investigate Meng Jingwei's information, I want everything." ”

"Yes, boss. ”

Song Ci responded, and then said, "How does Miss Shu arrange it?"

"Whatever you want. ”

Qing Muye didn't want to deal with anyone other than Meng Jingwei, so he just said 'casual' and hung up the phone.

Afternoon.

Meng Jingwei, who had slept for several hours, finally woke up and crawled out of bed with her aching and dizzy head.

When I opened the bedroom door and walked out, I saw Qing Muye sitting on the sofa.

And the living room has already been cleaned up and neat.

She rubbed her head, covered her buttocks again, staggered to the sofa, and looked at Qing Muye, who was concentrating on the work leaning on the sofa with her legs folded and a laptop on her lap.

I couldn't help but ask, "Did I fall after drinking, why did my butt hurt so much?"

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the man who was working, and he nodded weakly, "Hmm." ”

"No wonder, it hurts me to death. ”

She walked to the opposite side of Qing Muye, lying on the sofa opposite him, squinting and quietly watching the man work.

The man was dressed in a black shirt with a slightly open neckline, revealing wheat-colored strong chest muscles, and the texture was vaguely visible through the thin shirt.

Especially under his fluffy short hair, the handsome facial features of the golden ratio seem to be carved by fine workmanship, like God's perfect handiwork, flawless, handsome and falling.

It is said that men who work hard are the most handsome.

Sure enough.

At this moment, she looked at Qing Muye, and she only felt that it was pleasing to the eye and very eye-catching.

It's just that under the skin of a handsome man and god, there is an incomparably black heart.

Black-hearted scumbag!

"Have you seen enough?"

On the ground, the man raised his eyes, glanced at her with a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, and asked playfully.

Meng Jingwei was stunned, and immediately opened her eyes, "Hey, narcissism." Who's looking at you? I'm just looking at the wall painting behind you. ”

She found a reason.

"Gollum—"

As soon as Meng Jingwei's words fell, her stomach sang about the empty city plan.

Qing Muye just finished the last bit of work, closed the laptop, and looked at her lying on the sofa opposite, holding her stomach, looking aggrieved and pitiful, "Hungry?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Meng Jingwei nodded like pounding garlic, dizzy and didn't want to move.

"Want to eat?"

"Hmm. ”

"Please. If you're not prepared, I'll consider making porridge for you. ”