Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked away from him.

"Okay, okay." Song nodded lightly and turned around and walked into her bedroom, now that Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yu's clothes were hanging in her closet.

There's really no way to make the house so big, and if you don't hang it here, there will be no place to put it.

Song Qing stood in front of the wardrobe, reached out to pick up the clothes, and his eyes fell on the clothes that did not belong to him in the closet, and Song Qing was in a trance.

Before she knew it, it seemed to have been integrated into her life.

Thinking of certain pictures, Song Qing's hand holding his shirt felt a little hot.

Here it is again, this feeling of helplessness.

In the twenty-three years he has never done this to anyone, but since Zhao Cheng appeared, Song Qing only felt as if his body was out of control.

As long as she got close to him, the feeling of blushing and heartbeat became more and more obvious, obviously thinking that she should push him away and reject him, but her body was always faster than her brain reaction.

This phenomenon is a bit inexplicable even to Song Qing.

So, are you really tempted by him?

Tempting!

Yes, as a romance cartoonist, she is already familiar with such feelings and such bridges.

She also thought that maybe one day she would be like in her comics, and she would be attracted to a man.

I just didn't expect this feeling to come so quickly. And the person she was attracted to was not only an ancient man from 1,400 years ago.

Or the man who kept all the tenderness to his wife.

Thinking of this, Song Qing stood stiffly at the door of the wardrobe, and Song Qing did not come back to his senses until the clothes in his hand fell to the ground.

Looking down at the white shirt that fell to the ground, Song Qing bent down and reached out to pick it up.

Therefore, such a temptation should not be reasonable.

Taking a deep breath, Song Qing calmed himself down before walking out of the bedroom with his clothes.

Song strode to the door of the bathroom and reached out to hand the clothes he was holding to Zhao Cheng.

"Clothes for you."

Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing and then reached out to take the clothes.

When his cold fingers touched Song Qing's hand, he clearly felt Song Qing's rapid retraction.

Zhao Cheng's hand holding the clothes paused.

Often the person who cares about you the most, he can notice a small action if you are inadvertent.

Like just now.

Zhao Cheng's deep gaze fell on Song Qing's face, and there was an inquiring look in his eyes.

What's going on here?

"What's wrong?" Zhao Cheng asked unconsciously.

Song Qing was stunned and laughed dryly, "No, you can change your clothes quickly, I still have soup boiling on the fire, I'll take a look." ”

"yes, okay." Zhao Cheng answered, walked into the bathroom with his clothes, and closed the door by the way.

Song Qing looked at the bathroom door and tangled for a moment, then turned around and went to the kitchen to serve soup.

Song Qing felt that he and Zhao Cheng were too close now.

This is more than it should be there.

If he hadn't looked exactly like his wife with the same name and surname, perhaps he would have looked at himself the same way he looked at other women.

The husband of a wife, with the same name and surname as his wife, and they look exactly the same, all these things add up to instantly make Song Qing's freshly burned little seedling named Xinding instantly feel like being drenched in a basin of ice water.

What Zhao Cheng loves, what he likes from beginning to end is not himself, but the Song Qing on the officials.

And the reason why he is good to himself is because he has always said that he is his wife.

But even if they look the same, it's just no, and they can't become the Song Qing on the calendar.