Chapter 24 Even if Liang Jincheng is full, he can't fight Song Yixian

Thinking of Fang Cai's scene, her face was hot.

In addition to the traces of being tyrannized by Yan Qingqiu and Shen Xiaoya, there are also marks on the body after the men and women are happy.

Those marks are a sign of how ridiculous things have just happened.

Liang Jincheng has no clothes to wear, but it is impossible to hide under the blanket all the time.

What would she do if someone suddenly broke in?

Liang Jincheng wrapped in a blanket and walked barefoot off the ground, and went to Song Yixian's wardrobe to rummage through it.

His clothes are all so big.

She picked out a white shirt and wore it loosely and loosely, like a pajama.

The sleeves were old and long, and she had to roll them up several times before her slender wrists stretched out.

She also wore a pair of slacks.

But it's also so big when worn on the body, Song Yixian looks thin and has a good figure, but the gap between men and women is different from bone development.

I can't wear those pants, they're too big.

Fortunately, it's not cold indoors, and it's okay without pants.

A white shirt was enough to reach her thighs and cover where they should be.

Putting on her clothes, she slipped into the blanket again and closed her eyes.

……

When Song Yixian returned to his office after the meeting, Liang Jincheng was still sleeping, and the people on the sofa were motionless and quiet.

Song Yixian walked over and sat on the edge of the sofa, and in the darkness, he reached out and touched her face, and his index finger hooked a handful of hair on her forehead and wrapped it around the root behind her ear.

Then he touched her round little ears and played with interest in her hands.

And the reason why Liang Jincheng pulled back his feelings from the edge of consciousness was because his lips were blocked.

Someone was sucking the air out of her lungs.

It's uncomfortable, but it's a feeling that makes people want it.

It's weird.

Liang Jincheng opened his eyes, something was grabbing his lips, and his heartbeat was speeding up.

She exclaimed in surprise and retreated.

It's just that no matter how much the delicate body retreats, it just moves on the sofa.

That person's posture of driving straight into the line was not something that Liang Jincheng could control at all.

The kiss continued, and it deepened.

It's already dark outside.

There are no lights in the office.

The human eye can only see two blurry shadows moving in the dim light.

As the kiss deepened, Liang Jincheng had almost determined that the person who came was Song Yixian, not someone else.

His taste, in her memory, is very deep.

Those big hands held Liang Jincheng's small hands, and their thumbs kept rubbing her delicate skin, very tight and gentle.

The kiss moved away from her lips, and it was still wrapped around the reluctant feelings.

Then the wet kiss turned to her neck again, and slowly flowed......

"Song Yixian, don't, don't ......"

Her breathing was short and rapid, with a slight trill.

An involuntary trill from the depths of the heart.

Except for the wide shirt, Liang Jincheng is no different from the vacuum state at this time.

Yes, the man can do whatever he wants, and there is no restraint.

His head was buried in her chest, inhaling the fragrance of the woman to whom she belonged.

But it was the knock on the door that interrupted the act.

Liang Jincheng, who was in a daze, sobered up a little, pushed Song Yixian, and said in a low voice: "Outside, there are people outside, there are ...... outside"

Song Yixian didn't use much strength, and followed Liang Jincheng's intention to distance himself from her.

Junmi frowned, very unhappy.

But he had to stand up again, he knew what was outside the door.

"I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I asked my family to bring you food." He said in a low voice, and his voice was sexy.

Song Yixian walked to the door of the office, opened the door, and took something in through the crack in the door.

Then there was a "snap" and the office lights came on.

He turned on the light above his desk, just to let the room shine a little.

Liang Jincheng sat on the sofa and did not feel dazzling.

It was only because the light noticed that the blanket on her body had fallen to the ground, and the scenery on her chest was wide open.

Her face flushed, and she immediately hugged her chest and buttoned it up.

Song Yixian walked over slowly, but the suit was straight, not like her embarrassment, maybe just a little crease on the trouser leg.

Song Yixian put the things in his hand on the table, and his slender hand slowly took out the food box in the bag.

Boxes are placed on the coffee table.

Then they were opened one by one, and each box was steaming hot.

Liang Jincheng thought that this should have been sent as soon as it was done.

Seven or eight food boxes were opened, and the meal was quite hearty.

Liang Jincheng smelled the aroma of soup.

It is her favorite lotus root pork rib soup, and the taste is very familiar, as if there is some mother's craftsmanship in it.

Liang Jincheng opened his eyes slightly and saw the soup can on the coffee table.

It's very familiar, it's the one He Ma often uses.

He also specially asked He's mother to make soup.

The fragrance was overflowing, and the little gluttonous worms in her stomach were excited.

"Eat, look at your weak appearance, you should make up for it."

She was weak, even her voice was so small and so small.

Liang Jincheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only to realize that the dry itch in his throat was uncomfortable.

She took the warm water on the table first, took a sip, and felt a lot more comfortable.

"I didn't hear you scream much today, and I thought my throat wouldn't hurt, so I didn't ask Mama He to bring Sydney soup."

As he spoke, Liang Jincheng's brain was hot and a little dry.

He said it in a high-sounding manner, and there was a bit of banter in his eyes, and his eyebrows were shining brightly.

It's not that I didn't let He Ma make Sydney soup, but it was too late and I couldn't buy a good Sydney pear, so I didn't bother He Ma to make it.

Liang Jincheng looked at the food and didn't dare to move.

Song Yixian raised his head towards her, "What, do you want me to feed you personally?" ”

Liang Jincheng was stunned for a moment and looked at him sluggishly.

Liang Jincheng knew who Song Yixian was, and he said hey, maybe he would really feed her.

Song Yixian will be very uncomfortable feeding her.

was also really hungry, Liang Jincheng decided to have enough food and clothing, and reached out for the soup.

Song Yixian didn't eat with her, and sat on the side, looking a little unhappy.

Song Yixian sat at one end of the sofa, lit a cigarette, and sandwiched the cigarette between his beautiful fingers, exuding a bright red.

Then wisps of smoke rose, he took a puff, and then slowly exhaled it, and the smoke was very manly.

Liang Jincheng doesn't like people to smoke, and he doesn't like the smell of smoke, and after coughing lightly, Song Yixian glanced at her with a pair of glassy eyes.

It was also that glance that made Liang Jincheng quickly lower his head.

It's like being caught peeping, and it's embarrassing.

He smoked at first, but later because Liang Jincheng didn't like it, Liang Jincheng was afraid that children would be in poor health if they smoked second-hand smoke, so he quit.

It's just that after Liang Jincheng suddenly dumped himself, he picked up the cigarette again.

Fang Cai, just a habitual action, forgot that she didn't like the smell of smoke.

Song Yixian took out the cigarette from his mouth, and then put it in the ashtray on the table and kneaded it repeatedly, and after a wisp of green smoke drifted, the cigarette butt was completely extinguished.

Liang Jincheng ate quietly, without a sound.

Despite being hungry, there was no rude food to eat.

But he ate it quickly and swallowed it almost without much chewing.

Don't eat the taste, just want a feeling of satiety.

Liang Jincheng was afraid that if he didn't eat enough, he wouldn't have the strength to fight against Song Yixian after a while.

But in fact, even if Liang Jincheng is full, he can't fight against Song Yixian.

……

A woman's intuition is always right, and sure enough, after Liang Jincheng put down the dishes and chopsticks, Song Yixian's eyes stared at her.

It's like looking at its prey, and it's ready to go.

Song Yixian looked at Liang Jincheng like that, and she could see her heart furious.

I can't say how much emotion I can't tell.

Liang Jincheng knew that he would not be a man's opponent, but he still tried in vain, and decided to strike first, saying, "You, aren't you hungry?" ”

Song Yixian stretched his eyebrows and said softly: "Hungry." ”

Liang Jincheng said innocently: "Otherwise, you can eat some too, I ate potato and lotus root soup, I haven't touched the other dishes, you can taste them, the meals made by Mother He taste very good." ”

Song Yixian glanced at the food box on the table, as Liang Jincheng said, she really didn't move much, and whispered meaningfully: "Hmm......"

Don't have a meaningful eye, grasp Liang Jincheng and don't let go, and look at Liang Jincheng's heart ape.

Liang Jincheng unconsciously pulled up the blanket that had slipped to the ground, wrapped his petite body inside, and only revealed a clean little face the size of a palm.

"Then do you want to wash your chopsticks and eat again?" Liang Jincheng was just a suggestion, pointed to the chopsticks on the table, and did not take the initiative to help Song Yixian clean them.

Song Yixian slowly stood up, and then approached her.

The burly figure suddenly doubled again, and he was condescendingly oppressed, and the man's eyes showed deep love words.

Liang Jincheng is easy to provoke Song Yixian's thoughts.

Of course, she doesn't need to do anything, she doesn't need to say anything, just the blushing cheeks are the cutest.

Song Yixian grabbed her exposed little hand violently and kneaded it on the palm.

Then he pulled the man closer to his arms.

Behavior Meng Lang.

Her slender waist was overwhelmed.

Liang Jincheng's back stiffened, leaning on Song Yixian's arms, panicked, "You wait, wait, wait, I don't want it, I'm not ready to ......"

She wasn't ready, maybe just psychologically.

There are some things that you can't physically control at all.

That's the most primitive physiological reaction.

"You, what do you do?"

Today's Liang Jincheng is like a small stammer, repeating every sentence he says.

Nervous.

Song Yixian picked up Liang Jincheng in an instant, then walked to the desk with more intense lighting, and then put the person down.

Behind the desk is a glass window, but it is particularly translucent under the reflection of the light, reflecting the shadow of Liang Jincheng.

The slender legs are exposed, and he maintains a shameful posture between him and Song Yixian.

And her little face was crimson and unpresentable.

Song Yixian was in the middle of her, holding the back of her head with his big hand, and pressed down with a kiss.

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