Chapter 265: Ahem
for you. Song Chenghu looked at me suspiciously, frowned, and said, "The more I listen, the more I feel that the situation is not good, do you want to launch a coup d'Γ©tat?" β
I slapped him on the head speechlessly and scolded, "Changing your head is just to give you a wake-up call." β
Song Cheng laughed, and the corners of his mouth opened up in a big arc.
He suddenly bent down, put his head to my chest, and arched like a pug.
I couldn't stand the itch and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Instead, he sat down beside me, wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me up, and put me on his lap.
I shrunk my neck uncomfortably, avoiding the burning breath from his breath.
Song Cheng buried his chin on my shoulder and sighed softly: "Why do I think, you have been very concerned about my affairs recently, why, do you love me and can't extricate yourself, and find that I can't live without me?" β
I was laughing and dodging his moving fingers, but I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard the words, and my body stiffened for a moment.
Song Cheng obviously noticed my abnormality, and hurriedly raised his head, turned my face over, and frowned: "What's the matter, why is this so serious all of a sudden?" β
I suddenly choked in my throat, feeling uncomfortable and depressed, and I couldn't help but lean on him, raise my hand around his neck, and hug him hard.
The heating was turned on in the house, but none of these were as warm as Song Cheng's body.
Even through a layer of sweater, I could still feel the heat coming from his body.
This kind of body temperature emanating from the human body makes me feel warm and grounded. That's what no amount of floor heating can replace, it only belongs to the temperature of Songcheng.
"Song Cheng," I buried my head in his shoulder, pressed against his earlobe, and whispered, "I'm scared, I'm very scared. β
Song Cheng's generous palm patted me on the back and coaxed like a child: "What's wrong?" Has something happened lately? Someone bullied you? β
I shook my head and choked up: "As soon as I close my eyes now, I remember that Tang Xiao called me that day, and he had a car accident...... You don't know, I ...... I ......"
I couldn't go down, and I didn't want to cry, so I could only close my eyes, grit my teeth hard, and swallow back the cry that reached my throat.
When I got the call that day, it was as if my whole world was spinning.
The first time I heard that Song Cheng had been in a car accident, the coldness was like a snowstorm, and it swept in at the same time, instantly freezing me into a stiff corpse.
Even if he knew that the first car accident was just a game against Lu Ran, the pain that went deep into the bone marrow was real, and every time he thought about it, it was like another cut in the chest to see how much blood could flow out.
And this time, such a treacherous environment!
After a long time, when the pain in my chest was pressed down, I slowly spoke: "You don't know, when I was in the hospital and heard Boss Xu in the operating room, I was stupid, afraid that something would happen to you." β
When the doctor announced that Boss Xu's rescue was ineffective, the devastated expression on Wenwen's face was still in my mind.
I'm really afraid that one day, when those vicious people attack Song Cheng, what will I do with him?
I can't bear the pain, so I can only try to make myself stronger, do my part in everything, and try to keep him from taking so many risks again.
"I'm not good, don't worry about it."
Song Cheng probably wanted to comfort me, and pretended to complain at me lightly.
However, through the sweater, I felt the bandage on his left arm.
It was a wound from a car accident that has not healed to this day.
It was almost a stroke of luck that he was able to pick up a life in that car accident, and I can't afford to lose him again.
Song Cheng hugged me quietly and didn't say anything more.
I couldn't help but crane my neck and kiss him on the lips.
He let out a burst of pleasant laughter from his throat, and after a while, he said in a trembling voice: "Right right, you are forcing me to make a mistake." β
I opened my eyes and looked at him, and whispered, "Then do you want to make a mistake?" β
Song Cheng squinted at me for a few seconds, then suddenly got up and hugged me to leave.
I was startled, and hurriedly pushed him on the chest to let him put me down, and said nervously, "Your injury." β
"What is this injury?" Song Cheng glanced at his arm absently, raised his eyebrows at me and said, "If I can't even hold my own woman, I still have the face to mix outside?" β
**Not far from the sofa, Song Cheng took a big step, and put me on the **couch in a few steps.
I laughed and pushed him down, got up and closed the curtains, and the room was suddenly darkened.
Song Cheng sat on the **, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "What do you want to do?" β
I pursed my lips and laughed idiotically, and raised my hand to nudge his chest so that he leaned against the pillow behind me.
Song Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at me with interest.
I lowered my voice and said shyly, "You have an arm injury, don't move, let me come today." β
His pupils constricted suddenly, and he stared at me with wide eyes, his expression full of excitement and excitement.
I immediately lowered my head in embarrassment, hurriedly pulled the silk scarf from the side, and hurriedly tied a bow on Song Cheng's head, completely cutting off his sight.
Song Cheng lazily leaned on the pillow, looking like he was being slaughtered.
I stared at his face for a moment, then slowly lowered my head.
β¦β¦
After making a ridiculous promise, I was the unlucky one.
When it was dark, Song Cheng stretched his waist, got up from the **, and went downstairs to have dinner.
Before leaving, he deliberately hooked his finger at me, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and said proudly: "Wife, do you want to go down to have dinner with me?" β
The bones on my body seemed to fall apart, and I was so tired that I only had the strength to roll my eyes at him, so I unceremoniously gave him three rolls in a row.
I knew that I would be tired like this, and I wouldn't have been so full of words.
Song Cheng laughed in a low voice, it seemed that my reaction pleased him, he walked over directly, kissed me four times on the lips, and was very intimate: "Return yours, by the way, I also gave it away, look, am I good enough for you?" β
His behavior of getting cheap and obedient can simply make people angry.
I stared at him silently, a stiff smile on my face, and a word came out of my mouth: "Get out." β
Song Cheng accepted it when he saw it, and quickly patted his ass and rolled out.
He ate this meal like a war, and it took less than ten minutes for him to come up, and he still had a tray in his hand.
Song Cheng took a table and put it on the ** and put the tray on it.
I took a pillow and put it on my back, and looked down, there were several bowls in the tray, and there were all kinds of porridge and rice, pumpkin, and japonica rice in the bowls, and there were lilies, barley, and red beans, all kinds of things, and some I didn't recognize.
I picked up the spoon and took a bite of rice porridge to moisten my throat, feeling that my throat was not so uncomfortable, and then I said slowly: "I am treated like this now?" β
Song Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Then what do you want to eat?" β
I don't want to speak, mainly because my throat hurts a little and my mouth is a little numb, especially the muscles in my cheeks, which are like being punched twice, stiff and uncomfortable.
Touching the mobile phone from the ** head table, I immediately flipped through the Internet and turned the screen towards Song Cheng.
"Braised prawns, beef in sauce, sirloin steak, pan-fried foie gras......" Song Cheng glanced at the menu, he couldn't read it anymore, and looked at me with his eyelids down, "A combination of Chinese and Western, you are quite good at thinking." β
I squinted and smiled, looking at him a little flatteringly.
When I drank the porridge just now, I couldn't taste it at all, and I want to eat something heavy now.
"It's not impossible to eat if you want to." Song Cheng smiled at me.
I nodded hurriedly.
Unexpectedly, his voice changed and he said jokingly: "However, I'm just worried about your mouth, do you have the strength to chew?" And your throat, just now you have to cry out for pain, can you swallow it? β
I suddenly remembered the scene that had just happened, a hot breath rushed from my limbs to my neck, and then slammed into my head, and my whole face was so hot that I was about to sweat.
Song Cheng looked at me with a sigh of relief, licked his lips **, rolled his Adam's apple, and made a swallowing motion.
I was ashamed of myself and hurriedly shrunk into the quilt, curled up in a ball.
I don't want to braised prawns in oil, .ak., a better quality experience comes from.