Listening to Zhao Cheng's voice, Song Qing was still motionless, silently thinking in his heart that I was asleep, asleep, asleep, really asleep......

Stomp –

There was a sound of footsteps in his ears, and Song Qing finally couldn't help but speak, feeling the sound of the other party's footsteps approaching.

"Wait, don't come here yet."

As soon as Song Qing's words fell, she heard footsteps stop not far from her bedside.

Although he already knew the answer, Song Qing still couldn't help but confirm it, maybe there is a saying that if you don't reach the Yellow River, you won't die, and you won't turn back if you don't hit the south wall.

That's right, she's definitely that type.

Thinking of this, Song Qing couldn't help but ask.

"Well, did you carry me back to my room?"

As soon as Song Qing's voice fell, he heard Zhao Cheng's voice respond in a low voice.

"Well, yes."

With two simple words, the little luck that Song Qing held in an instant was gone.

Sure enough, it was really him who carried himself back to the room, and he was going to die, embarrassed and embarrassed.

"So, what are my clothes?" Song Qing still didn't give up and asked again.

She hoped now that Zhao Cheng said that the clothes were not put on by him.

When her words fell, Zhao Cheng did not hide it, and continued to respond.

"Well, I'll dress you out, hair ......"

Obviously, the last bit of hope was not given to her, and Song Qing directly interrupted Zhao Cheng's words.

"Stop, stop, I got it."

Now he doesn't talk about the details, she can restore the god of the scene at that time just by closing her eyes.

So, is she so so, so unspeakable, in front of a man?

Just thinking of that scene, Song Qing felt that his face was smoking.

Therefore, her wrestling is a shame to be thrown in front of the big guy who has traveled over 1,400 years.

Think about her little yellow flower who has been single for 23 years, and her first love has not been talked about since she met Zhao Cheng.

was also hugged by all kinds of people, so forget it, she woke up in the shower and her clothes were put on by him.

What is this?

Is this considered a green for her future husband?_?'.

Zhao Cheng stood not far from the bed, looking at Song Qing, who was still lying in the quilt and didn't plan to get up, he was silent for a while, he raised his feet and stepped forward until he stood on the side of the bed.

Looking down at the person in the quilt, Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Get up and eat." ”

"......" Song Qing continued to pretend to be dead, motionless.

Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes and said as if threatening.

"Or you want me to carry you out."

A fluttering sentence has an unquestionable feeling.

Song Qing felt that if he didn't go out again, he would definitely lift her quilt and really carry her out.

After all, when she watched TV, she still knew that this man had an extremely domineering personality.

And to put it mildly.

"Don't, big guy, I'll do it myself." Song said softly, and without waiting for him to make a move, he quickly lifted the quilt and turned over and got up.

Song Qing's face burned badly, and he kept his head down from beginning to end, not daring to glance at Zhao Cheng who was standing by the bed.

Awkwardly moved to the side of the bed, ready to get out of bed and put on slippers, but her slippers climbed directly into the bed too fast, and she threw it a little far.

"Sit."

After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he glanced down at the slippers that were far away from her, bent down to pick them up, walked in front of her, and bent down to put them on for her.

Zhao Cheng didn't have any expression from beginning to end, just quietly put slippers on her.

Song sat on the bed in a daze and looked at the man standing in front of her who bent over to put her shoes, and was a little unable to react for a while.

Looking at the man in front of him, at this moment, Song Qing almost forgot how famous this person was.