Chapter 70: Ghost Tricking
I was confused for a moment, and I stood stiff.
Song Cheng raised a hand and gently placed it on my shoulder.
I was bitten by Boss Xu on my shoulder, and I put a band-aid on it, and his finger just rested on the band-aid.
I shrunk my neck uncomfortably, a little embarrassed, as if he had found something dirty.
Fortunately, his fingers quickly moved away and placed them on the shoulder straps of his skirt.
Song Cheng's movements were very light, but his speed was very fast, and he pulled his skirt off me in more than ten seconds.
He took two steps back, his eyes looking up and down, and I felt a little humiliated, and hurriedly raised my hand to cover my chest.
"I'll take a look around the circle." Song Cheng touched his chin with his fingers and said something jokingly.
I was suddenly angry, thinking that this was simply humiliating me, so I scooped up my skirt and put it on my body with my hand.
Song Cheng grabbed the skirt with one hand, turned me over directly with the other, and looked at my back with his eyes.
"What are you doing? If you don't want to do it, get out, you are not welcome here. I yelled at him angrily, and my heart panicked, and I wanted to bite my tongue off.
What a mess I've got!
Unexpectedly, I heard his low laughter.
Song Cheng pushed me by the shoulders and pressed me on the sofa, then raised his legs and half-knelt on the sofa, and pressed my whole person backwards, with a malicious smile on his face: "What, can't wait?" β
I turned my face away in shame, feeling like I was being tricked by him, and I was stupidly fooled!
"Really angry?" He stroked my hair casually, lowered his head and kissed the band-aid, "Does it hurt?" β
I shook my head: "It doesn't hurt." β
"Falsehood." Song Cheng frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "With so many wounds on your body, do you dare to hurt it?" β
I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that he was injured by a broken porcelain piece.
In fact, those are all injuries, and after a few drops of blood, they will heal automatically, and they will not feel pain at all.
In the past, when I was beaten and screamed by He Jin, it was really painful, and I was covered with red marks drawn from the belt, and a touch was enough for me to shiver for a long time.
At that time, I couldn't bear to shed a single tear, but today I was asked by Song Cheng twice, and suddenly my heart softened, and I actually felt wronged, and tears poured out.
"What's wrong?" Song Cheng's eyes were panicked, he put his hands on my cheeks and patted them, his eyes crossed the wounds on my body, and he said worriedly, "I was fine just now, why did I cry?" Does it hurt? β
I wrapped my arms around him, got into his arms, sniffed and said pitifully: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much." β
Because you care about me, I dare to cry out that it hurts.
Because you care a little bit, I feel that I am not the girl who used to cry out and no one cares, so she can only shrink in the closet and tremble.
Hearing my angry words, Song Cheng laughed instead, patted me on the back and smiled: "Since it hurts so much, it's better to ...... I'll blow you ......."
He picked me up by the waist, and I didn't watch out for a while, and the soles of my feet suddenly emptied, and I immediately screamed "ah".
Song Cheng looked up and asked me, "Which room is yours?" β
"Over there." I pointed to the room on my right.
He carried me to the right, and I put my hands around his neck, as if I was going to die.
I was so scared by Boss Xu that I almost had a nervous breakdown before, but in exchange for Song Cheng treating me so gently, I feel that it is worth everything.
Song Cheng put me on the ** and turned on the ** headlamp casually.
I was a little unaccustomed to it, and twisted and stretched out my arms.
He grabbed my wrist and raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?" β
I stumbled and said, "Turn off the lights." β
Song Cheng snorted, grabbed my fingertips with his backhand, scratched his index finger in my palm, and said with bad intentions: "What lights are turned off?" What's the point of being blind in the dark? β
I choked, my face quickly burned, but my body was cold, and I couldn't help but grab the air conditioner and cover my body, inexplicably a little nervous.
Song Cheng skillfully threw off his shoes, raised his foot to straddle **, sat cross-legged opposite me, stared into my eyes and asked me, "Why didn't you tell me if you were bullied?" β
I was stunned for a few seconds, remembering that it was in "Shui Yun Song", and I couldn't help but be a little annoyed: "Tang Xiao told you? β
"Or else?" Song Cheng glared at me, "If he doesn't, you will be dumb?" β
Tang laughs at this big mouth, he can't stop his mouth after eating so many things all day long!
I secretly scolded and accompanied my heart: "I see that you are too busy and don't want to cause you trouble." β
"You think this is causing me trouble?" Song Cheng frowned, faintly displeased.
I didn't want to lie to him, so I nodded, "Yes." I listened to Tang Xiao, you originally took Lu Ran here, but when someone else intervened, I just thought, if you are looking for you for everything, you will definitely be difficult to be a person if you are in the middle. β
He worked hard alone in the Song family, and he had to guard against this and that, which was hard enough.
If I hum and chirp again, I'll want to strangle myself.
"Tang laughs at this big mouth, sooner or later he will tear him up." Song Cheng scolded uncomfortably, exactly as I thought.
I wanted to laugh a little, but I was afraid that Song Cheng would feel faceless, so I quickly held back the laughter, and the muscles on my face twitched a little.
Song Cheng looked at me solemnly and asked me, "Do you think that even if I follow me, I can't help you?" β
My heart fluttered, and my expression suddenly stiffened.
Song Cheng's words poked at the point I didn't want to.
With such a large scale of "Shui Yun Song", Song Cheng didn't know how much to value, but he was still inserted into it, and he knew how difficult it was for him to live in the Song family now. If I go to him to complain about being harassed by Sister Chun, after he comes forward, if Sister Chun doesn't buy it, wouldn't it be even more ugly?
If the current "Shui Yun Song" is his own decision, then I will definitely hug my thighs shamelessly, Song Shao, you have pity on me, don't let me drink with those stinky men.
Unfortunately not.
I lowered my head uncomfortably, a little unable to face Song Cheng, telling the truth would hurt his heart, and if it was false, he would definitely be able to see it at a glance.
Song Cheng raised an index finger and poked it under my chin.
I had to look up at him, it hurt a little to be poked by him, I wanted to be angry, but I didn't feel so angry.
"You're not naΓ―ve." I raised my hand and slapped his hand away, feeling that he was a little vexatious.
"Am I naΓ―ve?" He raised his hand and flicked a slapstick on my head, sneering, "Sister, how old are you this year?" β
I straightened my chest and said unconvinced: "Eighteen." β
"Cut ......" Song Cheng hummed a disdainful syllable from his nose and said proudly, "Lao Tzu is twenty-five this year." β
I raised my eyes and looked at him in disbelief, followed his example, and snorted softly: "Then I think you are only a tall man, not a brain." β
"What are you?" Song Cheng rushed towards me, pressed me on the **, pressed my wrists on the ** sheet with both hands, lowered his head, and almost touched mine with his mouth.
He bit his lip, gave me a look, and lowered his voice: "You tell me honestly, when I asked you once, were you an adult?" β
I let out an "um" and looked away in a panic.
Song Cheng refused to let go of me, moved his head over with my movements, kept blowing hot air close to my ear, and asked me in a particularly deep voice, "Are you really an adult?" I've heard a lot of people come in and are afraid that they won't be old enough, so they will deliberately report that they are older. β
"I'm really an adult." My cheeks were hot from his heat, and my neck began to heat up, and I quickly replied, "Eighteen years and three days." β
"Huh?" Song Cheng screamed in disappointment and looked up at me.
I was stunned for a few seconds, and then I realized what he meant.
"You're a big a**!" I couldn't take it anymore, pulled out my wrist and thrust his chest.
Song Cheng stumbled and fell backwards.
However, I had the strength to do so, and he quickly came back and hung on me like a scoundrel, asking me, "What's wrong with me?" β
I couldn't say anything, I could only stare at him angrily.
The expression on his face just now clearly meant to ...... Want to ...... with a minor
"You know it in your own heart!" I gave him an angry look and warned, "If I'm underage, you'll just wait to go to jail." β
"I didn't go to jail, don't I have to thank you for coming up early." Song Cheng smiled, obviously not taking this as a thing.
He snapped his tongue and stared at my chest twice.
"What are you doing?" I'm not afraid of him suddenly moving his hands and feet, but I'm especially afraid that he will stare at me vigorously, feeling like I am like a piece of meat in a bowl, and he is thinking about when to put down his chopsticks.
"Don't do it." Song Cheng raised his hand over my left chest and muttered, "A little." β
Suddenly there was a sudden heat in my body, and a hot breath surged up from all four limbs and bones, rushing straight to my brain, and I was about to vomit blood.
Song Cheng thought that I minded him and me, so he rubbed my chest smartly, and comforted me very sincerely: "You can also, just rub it more." β
"Who's going to rub it!" The heat on my face was about to steam, and I yelled at him uncontrollably.
"Huh? You don't want to rub? He continued to play dumb at me, grinning and saying, "Then I'll leave this kind of manual work to me." β
I feel like I've entered a steamer tonight, and I'm hot from Song Cheng**, and I have no power to fight back.
No matter what I am, he always makes some mess.
"You go away, I'm going to sleep." I pushed him to the side, and Song Cheng rolled out, only to spontaneously roll back and take advantage of the situation to take me into his arms.
He grabbed both ends of the air conditioner quilt with both hands, and didn't know how to roll it, so he rolled me directly into the quilt and rolled it into a big cocoon.
I was held in his arms and couldn't move, sweating all over, and shouted, "You let me out." β
Song Cheng was silent, his eyes were staring directly at my face, and he suddenly lowered his head and bit me on the lip.