When Song Qing becomes an adult, it's not too late to take it home, and now that the little girl has finally relented, then, everything is not in a hurry. He was so excited that he was only allowed to chase her two days ago, but he didn't do anything, and when he said goodbye, the girl said that she liked him.

It turned out that she also thought carefully about the relationship between them, and she was not taking the initiative alone, which made Hao Yu too excited.

Song Qing is not an ordinary little girl, she needs to be coaxed, she needs to be spoiled, cared for, and used to sweet words. She is a very heartfelt person, once she has an idea in her heart, she will ponder whether it is true or false.

In the past two days, she assassinated Lu He, bullied Lu Xiaowu, and met Lu Xiaoqi, Song Qing was very busy, but she did not forget Hao Yu. She already felt that she liked it more.

Seeing each other today, the two kissed unlovingly, Song Qing made up her mind, she fell in love with Hao Yu, from tempting to difficult to refuse.

Then, she doesn't need any sweet words and sugar-coated cannonballs, she has a crush on this person, and naturally, she wants to get this person.

But the more Song Qing is like this, the more Hao Yu wants to give her all the favor, those pink dreams of girls in love, sweet kisses like candy. Hao Yu wants to give it all to this little girl.

Hao Yu has been running in the secret military database and hospital archives for the past two days, and after checking E-13, those dull moods have disappeared with Song Qing's arrival.

Yes and no. Song Qing is Song Qing, his Qingqing.

It is the responsibility on his shoulders and the lover of his heart.

At the end of the candlelight dinner, Hao Yu took Song Qing and walked around the hill of the Major General's Mansion again.

The two held small hands, quietly walked on the cobblestone road, walked across the small bridge, crossed the flowing water, Sister Man stood at the door and looked at the distant figures of the two, and sighed, their major general, the biggest mood is to pick roses and make candlelight dinner.

Sister Man sighed, so she took matters into her own hands, took advantage of the two of them to take a walk, and went upstairs.

The Major General's Mansion is indeed good, the earth spirit is outstanding, and the empty valley is youlan.

The guards all received the news early that the major general and Miss Song were in the place, and all idle people were not allowed to appear. So along the way, it was just the two of them.

Walking in front of a cluster of Xifu begonias, Hao Yu raised his hand and folded a half-opened Xifu begonia flower, like a girl who half-covered the pipa. Hao Yu pinned the half-open Xifu Begonia to Song Qing's ear.

Sure enough, it's beautiful.

The wide-open Xifu begonia can't set off Song Qing's palm-sized face, and it is still half-open and beautiful.

"What is this for?"

"You said that you like little daisies because the first bouquet of flowers you received was a little daisy, so in the future, I will send all the flowers to you, so, Qingqing, will you like me the most?" Sister Man underestimated the Major General too much, how could Major General Hao not prepare in advance for the battle of chasing girls.

Major General Hao talked about love, with that God's throat, who was emaciated.

Song Qing was amused by his burning gaze.

This man, really.

"Like me? Like me? Like me? Major General Hao walked a few steps away, and then broke a crape myrtle flower, as if he really wanted to pin it to her head one by one.

"I like it." Song Qing was made to cry and laugh by his questioning, obviously she was a child, but this person is becoming more and more like a child.

"I said it three times, and you only said it once." Hao Yu approached, and the warm breath sprinkled between Song Qing's neck, tickling.

"I ......" Song Qing wanted to say something, but a crape myrtle flower blocked her lips, and immediately, Hao Yu's lips covered it. The crape myrtle petals were small, and Hao Yu's tongue was rampant, rolling up the tiny petals, stirring Song Qing's mouth, until all her breath was plundered, and Hao Yu let go of her.

The smile went from the chest to the bottom of the eyes.

"Whoever has no 100-day red, crape myrtle blooms for half a year. You are the crape myrtle flower that blooms in my heart, half a year and half a year. Qingqing, all my luck is you. ”

Yes, the flower language of crape myrtle is, indulge in love and luck.

For a while, Song Qing was a little embarrassed by such an offensive.

"You, you don't have to be like this......" She turned her face away, not daring to look at Hao Yu's fiery affectionate eyes.

"No, what I want to give you, all the love that other girls should have, I want to give you." Hao Yu kissed Song Qing's forehead. The kind and caring look is extraordinarily gentle.

"Let's go back, it's getting late."

"Okay." Hao Yu looked at the little woman's rare shy appearance, and couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed in his heart, the word 'we' even more pleased our Major General Hao.

So the major general was satisfied, took the little hand, and walked back.

The two pushed open the master bedroom, only to see that the original black bed had been replaced with a bright red color. The original coffee-colored carpet has been replaced by a white Roman carpet, and the entire carpet is sprinkled with red roses. Even in bed.

Song Qing was stunned, and then looked at Hao Yu suspiciously.

Hao Yu hurriedly explained: "It's not me!" It should be Sister Man. Immediately, he was as cheeky as Major General Hao, and his ears were also dyed with a layer of red.

"Oh." Song Qing was skeptical.

Hao Yu saw that she didn't believe it, so he simply beat the person and picked her up. Step by step, walk through the red carpet paved with flowers, and put her in the gentlest and safest place.

Baby's tight.

Song Qing still has some psychological shadows about Hao Yu's incident, although she has no reason to refuse to do that kind of thing now, after all, she still can't be in love and let it be.

"Don't be afraid, I won't move you, you're still young. That time, it was me who was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Hao Yu buried his head on Song Qing's shoulder, sniffing the fragrance on her body. Like a greedy child.

The last bit of resistance in Song Qing's heart disappeared, she hooked her lips and said, "Okay." ”

Raised his head and stroked the man's short hair, unexpectedly, his hair was very soft and comfortable, Song Qing gently stroked his hair, as if to soothe, and responded to the sorry sentence.

Hao Yu felt that he was too small and angry, and he was a little annoyed.

"Qingqing, you can play a tantrum on me." He wants to spoil her, how in the end, he feels that he is the one who is spoiled.

"I know, I don't want to." Song Qing's cold eyebrows and eyes were stained with the crimson color of Xifu begonias and crape myrtle flowers, and the elf like a lonely moon in the curved sky finally cultivated his human body and came to the world to experience calamities.

Sure enough, the invisible pretending to be the most awesome, and the invisible pampering is the most favored. Hao Yu was favored by this invisible favor, and his flirtatious nature had already floated.

"Qingqing, Qingqing."

"Qingqing, Qingqing." The first sentence is always tentative, and the second sentence is always emotional.

She's in? She's there.

How nice.

Murmuring, I always feel that it is not enough, and I repeat it over and over again.

Finally got an answer: "I'm here." ”

Hao Yu wrapped his arms around her waist, and the two of them lay on the red bed.

For the first time, Song Qing took the initiative to hug his waist.

Hao Yu was stunned for a moment, and then, he just tightened the thin waist in his arms more and more, and he couldn't wait to do it, just like that, it was integrated into the blood and bones.

"I will, I will definitely protect you." Hao Yu said in her ear, with a persistence that Song Qing couldn't understand.

This is Song Qing's second night in the Major General's Mansion, sleeping in the master bedroom, two people in one bed.