After eating and paying, Zhao Cheng and Song Qing walked out of the breakfast shop one after the other.

The meal money was paid directly by Song Qing with his mobile phone.

After walking out of the breakfast shop, Zhao Cheng reached out and took Song Qing's hand and handed Song Qing the four hundred yuan he earned in the morning.

"Take it, living expenses."

Song was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the man's serious and stubborn expression, he swallowed back the words that he wanted to refuse.

Who is Zhao Cheng, that is the famous Prime Minister Zhao Cheng in the past.

People can put down their identity to work and earn living expenses, and they are unwilling to eat and drink for nothing, and Song Qing has a very good impression of him for this alone.

No wonder people can kill two emperors at a young age, not without reason.

The so-called hardship in the middle of suffering is a master, this is not a casual saying.

"Okay, when you join the gang, the money will be put here for me first."

Zhao Cheng nodded, in a good mood, "Okay." ”

"Let's go!" Song said softly and walked towards the place where he parked the battery car.

Riding on the car, Song lightly inserted the key.

"Hurry up and get in the car." Song said softly, tilting his head and glancing at the tall man, motioning for him to sit behind him.

Zhao Cheng glanced at the small battery car and couldn't help but say, "I'm very heavy, can this be moved?" ”

Song nodded lightly, "Come up, no problem." ”

"That's good." Zhao Cheng replied and sat down behind her with his feet raised.

Song Qing's battery car was very small, so after Zhao Cheng got into the car, Song Qing instantly felt squeezed, and she could feel that she seemed to be in his arms, and her back was attached to him.

Obviously, through the clothes, Song Qing felt very uncomfortable.

Seriously, except for this man who suddenly appeared, she has never been so close to anyone who has grown so big.

"Sit down."

The woman in his arms was very close to him, and the warm nephrite was in his arms.

Zhao Cheng suppressed the urge to hug the person tightly, and looked away.

I didn't say a word all the way, and soon I arrived downstairs at home.

As soon as the car stopped, Zhao Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt that if this woman continued to rub in her arms, he really couldn't guarantee that he could control it.

After Song Qing parked the car, he saw Zhao Cheng standing there and didn't know what to think.

Song Qing stepped forward and approached him curiously, "I said Zhao Cheng, you don't leave yet, why are you standing here?" ”

Zhao Cheng saw her suddenly approaching, and his heartbeat instantly became a little chaotic.

Zhao Cheng secretly calmed himself down before he whispered, "Wait for you." ”

He can't say that now that he is breathing disordered, he has bad thoughts about her!

"So, let's go!"

Song said softly, and walked past her and walked towards the house with her feet raised.

The two stepped on the stairs one after the other, and when they were about to reach the second floor, Song Qing suddenly noticed that the footsteps behind him had stopped.

Song was stunned for a moment and then stopped and turned his head to look at him, "Why don't you leave?" ”

The man was standing on the stairs below, a few steps away from her.

He stood there and looked at her.

Song Qing was inexplicably a little uncomfortable at his gaze.

Song Qing frowned, and looked at Zhao Cheng condescendingly, with a suspicious expression: "I said that you ...... Prime Minister."

Before Song Qing's words fell, he heard Zhao Cheng speak.

"Madame, I want to kiss you."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, but it was calm.

The deep gaze fell straight into her eyes.

"What?" Song's eyes widened, thinking he had misheard.

What did he just say?

Or is it really the rumored Prime Minister Zhao Cheng who is such a serious hooligan?

Where's your discipline, big guy?

Or did she actually have auditory hallucinations just now, but they didn't say anything.

Zhao Cheng walked up the steps step by step until he stood in front of her, and he reached out and stroked her cheek.

The fingers were gently brushed very gently, and the temperature on the fingers was a little cold, but Song Qing felt that his face was quickly on fire.