It's hard to imagine that this seemingly indifferent man has such a gentle side.

Is that to yourself?

Or is his tenderness only to his wife from beginning to end?

Song Qing's gaze fell on Zhao Cheng's face, her hand was subconsciously raised, and her fingers touched his handsome face.

There is some warmth, but this person is real, not in the calendar.

"......" Zhao Cheng's body stiffened, and his hand stretched out to hold her hand accurately and stood up.

Looking at the woman sitting in front of him, Zhao Cheng looked at her condescendingly, and only after a while did he speak in a deep voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Song Qing came back to his senses and immediately withdrew his hand, got up and got out of bed and walked outside with his feet raised.

"It's nothing, don't get me wrong, I just think you have good skin."

Anyway, she didn't know what happened to her just now? As soon as Song Qing took two steps, his wrist was grabbed.

Before Song Qing could react, he found that he had been tightly hugged in his arms from behind.

Zhao Cheng lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, his lips gently rubbing her neck, his voice hoarse and low.

"Madam, I want to refrain from it, but I can't."

Song stared at him lightly, and reacted to want to break free from his arms, but found that the man hugged her very tightly.

She was like a part of his body, trapped in his arms and inseparable.

"Don't push me away." Zhao Cheng said and rubbed his cheek against her face.

He really didn't like the feeling, he didn't like the feeling of her pushing away and holding the strange.

"You know what? In order to find you, my husband is about to turn the whole world upside down, but there is no trace of you. And now that you are in front of me, and you have forgotten all about me, ma'am, how can I keep you from being so far from me? ”

Song Qing was held in her arms, listening to his deep voice, I don't know why, I suddenly felt that my eyes were blurred.

Let's ......

Tears slipped from his eyes and dripped directly onto Zhao Cheng's arm.

Why is the heart so uncomfortable, Song Qing's brain felt like it stopped thinking at this moment, as if it was blank.

What's wrong with her?

Strange, why did she cry?

Song Qing was also a little stunned, a little confused.

Raising his hand and wiping his eyes, Song Qing looked at the water stains on his hands, and was a little speechless for a while.

Why did she cry, could it be that she was moved by the feelings of Prime Minister Zhao and his wife?

Is it because she's a romance cartoonist that's so emotional?

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and broke her face, his expression stiffened.

"You, why are you crying?"

Song Qing looked at him in a daze and didn't speak, how did she know why she was crying, and she also wanted to know what she was crying about.

It's still so uncomfortable.

"Am I strong?" Zhao Cheng said and reached out to hold her wrist and looked at it, "Where does it hurt?" ”

He hadn't forgotten that his wife was very squeamish, and that if he used to push a little harder, her wrists would be red.

"......" Song Qing looked at such a man with a sudden change in painting style, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

It's hard to imagine that such a man is really the rumored Zhao Chengxiang who kills people without blinking an eye and is cold-hearted?

Thinking of the leisurely appearance of the other party when he raided the house, and then look at the man standing in front of her now.

She suspected that the Prime Minister had dropped his bag.

Seeing that the other party looked like he was going to pick her off, he immediately pushed him away and came out of his arms.

"I'm fine, I just bit my tongue and shed tears, yes."

Song Qing said and laughed dryly, "Let's go eat first!" It's noon. ”。

Song said softly and turned to walk out of the room, until he was a little farther away from him, and the feeling of too much pressure was much less.