Song Qing, who was held in her arms, was much taller than Zhao Cheng, so from her point of view, Zhao Cheng could only be said to be condescending.

One raised his head and the other looked down, his eyes were facing Song Qing, and he could feel that the man's deep gaze seemed to be looking for fire.

That look, like something, was like it was going to eat her.

"I, Zhao Cheng, you let me down." Song lightly put her hand on his shoulder and met his eyes, Song Qing felt that she was a little difficult to breathe, and the nervous feeling made her feel like running away.

It's not her cowardice, it's her real cowardice.

As a romance cartoonist, this kind of scene has appeared in her comics many times.

But now the scene of the male and female protagonists kissing and hugging in the comics happened to her.

So she was hugged by Prime Minister Zhao Cheng and teased.

Zhao Cheng dragged her body with one hand, and raised his other hand to caress her cheek, very gentle, Song Qing could feel the temperature on his hand, hot.

Song moved his hand to the side a little, wanting to stay away from his hand.

At this time, Song Qing clearly knew that he didn't seem to have any dislike or disgust except for blushing and heartbeat.

So, do you like him?

Song Qing was not sure, because she had never been in love.

Although the male and female protagonists she writes in the comics are all warm, romantic and sweet, they are all made up by her.

Looking at the shy and timid appearance, Zhao Cheng pressed his fingers around her neck and kissed her on the lips.

Song Qing was kissed, and there was a momentary pause in her brain, and she wanted to break free, and when she looked up, she found that her neck was tightly buckled, and she couldn't move.

Song Qing felt as if countless fireworks had exploded in his world.

Song Qing didn't know when she wrapped her arms around Zhao Cheng's neck, and when she reacted, she had already taken the initiative to respond to him......

It wasn't until the end of the kiss that Zhao Cheng bent down and put Song Qing down.

As soon as Song lightly landed on the ground, he stretched out his hand and turned around to run, but he stumbled because he was too anxious.

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist and pulled the person into his arms.

"Run for what? Slow down. ”

Zhao Cheng said as he stretched out his hand to open the door, grabbed her waist and carried the person to the door and put it down, and then reached out to close the door.

Song Qing stood at the door and tilted his head to look at the door of the fitting room, thinking of the picture in the fitting room just now, Song Qing's face instantly burned.

Zhao Yu, who was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, looked up at Song Qing and smiled.

It seems that her parents' relationship is progressing well.

In this era of gossip, the picture of Song Qing being pulled into the fitting room just now was seen by two young ladies who sold clothes.

Song Qing faced the ambiguous little eyes, and only felt that he wanted to find a hole to get into.

Awkwardly walked to Zhao Yu and sat down, Song Qing lowered his head and played with his new mobile phone.

She wanted to be quiet now.

Not long after Song Qing sat down, Zhao Cheng changed his clothes and walked out.

Song Qing glanced up, Zhao Cheng's black shirt and trousers at this time, the buttons were neatly buttoned, and he was as meticulous as his people.

Tall and long-legged, and has an awe-inspiring aura of asceticism.

This man seems to be better suited to wear black than white.

Song Qing had to admit that this man was a type that a normal woman should be able to like.

Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qing, and said in a low voice, "Is it okay?" ”

"Hmm." Song nodded lightly and quickly looked away, not daring to meet him.

"Then I'll try something else." Although I think it's very troublesome, it's another matter if the clothes are picked by Song.

Song waved his hand lightly, "Forget it, don't try it, you look good in anything." ”。

This is not Song Qing's dog's leg, but the truth.