"Okay, okay."

Song listened to his voice lightly, his mind was a little cloudy, but he had already turned on the hair dryer and gently blew his hair.

The man's hair was dark, shiny, and smooth.

His fingers gently rubbed his short hair, and Song Qing didn't think about the hair dryer in his hand.

"Whirring ......"

At this time, Song Qing's mind was still a little cloudy, as if there were only a few question marks.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What's going on?

What am I doing?

X_X Song wanted to cry without tears, and she didn't want to believe that she was blowing the hair of a man she had just met for a short time.

Is it blowing hair, or in this pose.

Why was she so obedient just now, is it too late to regret it now?

Song Qing glanced down at his hand, could it be that he still had any hidden attributes?

glanced at the man, quickly looked away and didn't dare to look.

The wind blew overhead, and her fingers ran softly through his hair.

Zhao Cheng looked at her in a daze.

His wife is very obedient and timid.

Just like before, he was obviously afraid that the tears he was afraid of were about to fall out, but he still wanted to save face.

Maybe Song Qing didn't feel anything, but he could feel that although she didn't have herself in her eyes now, she was subconsciously not afraid of herself.

The gaze fell on her cheeks, on her eyes and on her lips.

Zhao Cheng felt a little itchy in his throat.

Feeling his gaze, Song's hands trembled a little.

What kind of eyes is this, no matter how you look at it, it looks like she is going to kill Ling Chi.

Song's hand touching his hair didn't stop by itself, and withdrew his hand a little stiffly.

Seeing her stop, Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "Go on." ”

The man's voice was deep and magnetic.

Song smelled the smell of his body, and his face burned a little.

The bastard is starting to woo her.

Song Qing looked at his almost dried hair, slanted him and turned off the hair dryer.

"Alright."

Zhao Cheng nodded lightly and snorted. "Hmmm......"

After Zhao Cheng stood up, Song Qing quickly jumped off the table and instantly retreated half a meter away from him as soon as his feet touched the ground.

Sure enough, my breathing was much easier.

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at her and didn't say anything, but reached out and picked up the book he had put on the desk and walked past her, ready to go outside to read and study.

It wasn't until his back disappeared that Song Qing couldn't help but pat his chest.

"Hell, how do you feel so stressed."

Song Qing was going to continue to create comics, but suddenly thought of something Song Qing walked out of the living room wearing slippers.

"Zhao Cheng, you and Zhao Yu are at home, I want to go out for a while."

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, and his body that had already sat down was stunned and stood up again, "At night, you are a woman, where are you going?" ”

"Go to the supermarket not far downstairs, buy toothbrushes and cups for you and Zhao Yu, as well as towels, which are used to brush your teeth and wash your face in the morning."

Of course, he understands this.

Zhao Cheng tilted his head and glanced out the window, and put the book in his hand on the table, "I'll go with you." ”

Let her go out alone at night, he is not at ease.

Song Qing was stunned and waved his hand, "No, it's not far." ”

It's a pity that Zhao Cheng is a tendon, and before she could refuse, she walked to the door of the living room and opened the door.

"Alright then!" Song said lightly and turned his head into the bedroom and shouted, "Zhao Yu, your father and I will go out to buy something, and when you are sleepy, you can sleep by yourself, or read by yourself." ”

As soon as Song Qing's voice fell, he saw that Zhao Yu had already stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at them shyly.

"Okay, Auntie, you can go!"