Song Xingran and Su Li have a WeChat group.

I couldn't sleep at night, and several people began to chat.

Lemon: "Sisters, my Weibo followers have grown by two million. Happy to explode. ”

Gu Yu: "Boom, the explosion, cooperate with you." ”

Fang Yuanyuan: "Is Xing Ran staying at my boyfriend's house again today?" ”

Song Xingran: "...... ￣□￣｜｜”

Lemon: "Idol, you can be honest." Is your boyfriend handsome? ”

"Isn't that superb? Color jpg. ”

Gu Yu: "What?" I can't understand why. ”

Lemon: "Of course, it's on the men's side, don't pretend to be pure." Yesterday I saw your little H on the bed. ”

Gu Yu: "...... Your friend is offline. ”

That aspect?

When Song Xingran saw these words, his face suddenly turned red.

Embarrassing little emotions began to flood in.

Qin Xiaoqi had also asked this question before, but ...... She really didn't know.

Song Xingran: "I haven't tried it, I don't know, don't ask me." ”

Su Li: "So, what happened to your lipstick on the day of the commercial performance?" ”

Torture from the soul.

Lemon: "What?! Are there any secrets I don't know? Idol, tell me how you feel. ”

Song Xingran pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and replied, "That's it...... It's so-so. ”

Everyone: "......"

All of a sudden, the group began to discuss fiercely again.

Unconsciously, Song Xingran's drowsiness came.

Leaning on the pillow, tilting his head, holding his mobile phone, he fell asleep in a daze.

When Lu Qingchen opened the door with the backup key and came in, he saw a pair of snow-white little feet exposed outside.

His head was crooked and leaned on the pillow, his little face was quiet, and he fell asleep.

He subconsciously lightened his steps, walked to the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Cover those small and delicate feet.

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes, staring at her sleeping face with inky black eyes, quiet and well-behaved, and he didn't look lethal at all.

Suddenly, he glanced at her and saw her phone next to her pillow.

The screen is still on.

The WeChat group chat dialog box is displayed, and the people in it are still chatting and constantly sending messages.

Lemon: "Idol, people say that they are handsome in this world, but there are very few people who are strong in that aspect. ”

What are the capabilities?

Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows, and his slender fingers slid the phone screen.

The chat history inside is at a glance.

Suddenly, his gaze returned to Song Xingran's body.

So so?

He hooked his lips helplessly.

Is this provoking him?

Lu Qingchen's hand gently attached to her cheek, this face is really not enough to see.

He couldn't put it down.

Suddenly, he took off his shoes and coat, lay down on the bed, and scooped the little one beside him into his arms.

The movements are gentle and careful.

Song Xingran slept soundly, moved in his arms, and rubbed his chin with his smooth cheeks, finding a comfortable position.

Fall asleep obediently.

Lu Qingchen kissed her smooth forehead, enveloping her whole person in his encirclement.

In a posture of absolute possession.

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When Song Xingran got up the next day, she was the only one in the huge room.

She rubbed her eyes, and luckily, the rascal didn't come in.

Otherwise, she would definitely not have been able to sleep well all night.

Song Xingran opened the door and went out, and saw Zhang Rong standing outside the door.

"Rong Rong!"

When Song Xingran saw Zhang Rong, his eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly.

Zhang Rong chuckled in his heart.

He had a sense of foreboding.