Song glanced at the two of them and nodded.

"Okay, then I'll take my suitcase upstairs first."

The suitcase is not heavy, but it is not empty inside, and there are three quilt covers on the bed, in order to prevent the contents from colliding and breaking.

Song lightly carried the suitcase and turned around to go upstairs.

Zhao Cheng glanced at her and stood up and held her hand.

"I'll come." Zhao Cheng said and carried his suitcase.

Song Qing glanced up at him, "Then you go and put it!" ”

Zhao Cheng paused.

He doesn't want to.

Didn't hear it.

Zhao Cheng silently stretched out his hand and took Song Qing's hand and walked upstairs.

"Hey, wait, just go, why are you pulling me."

"Together."

He just wanted to be alone with her.

Even if he just said nothing quietly, he was in a good mood.

Song Qing glanced up at him and answered.

"That's good."

Song Qing watched his hand being held in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but follow his footsteps with a hot face, and walked towards the second floor together.

They're in love now, right?

Or it is to fall in love for the purpose of marriage, although Song Qing did not admit it explicitly.

But she knew very well in her heart, otherwise she wouldn't move here with him.

Walking up to the second floor, Zhao Cheng looked at the suitcase in his hand and stretched out his hand to push open Song Qing's bedroom.

After pulling Song Qing into the bedroom, Zhao Cheng pushed open the wardrobe and put the suitcase in a very high compartment.

Song Qing glanced up and couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to put it here?" ”

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and pulled up the closet, "Well, it's good to put it here." ”

"Oh, let's put it here, but it's safe to buy a safe just in case of this kind of valuables."

Zhao Cheng curled the corners of his lips.

Zhao Cheng reached out and touched Song Qing's head.

"It's okay, if these things don't exist, I can afford to raise you."

Song glared at him after hearing this.

"Wool, whoever wants you to raise it, I can raise myself."

Song said lightly and walked towards the door with a blushing face, "Let's go, let's go grocery shopping." ”

She hadn't forgotten that she had to buy a pig's knuckle to cook.

Zhao Cheng stood in place, looking at Song Qing's back, breathing a little depressed.

He wanted to hug her.

And he did.

Looking at the open door, Zhao Cheng raised his hand, and the next moment, Song Qing only felt a strong wind next to him hit the door and closed it with a click.

Song Qing was about to turn his head, and the next moment he suddenly felt a tightness in his waist.

When she came back to her senses, she was already clasped by a man with one hand, and she was instantly trapped on the cold door.

Zhao Cheng grabbed Song Qing's waist with one hand and held her tightly in his arms from behind, and blocked the door in front of her with the other hand.

Don't say that Song Qing was confused by the sudden commotion operation.

After coming back to his senses, Song leaned on the door pitifully and turned his head to look at the man who was close at hand.

He was very tall, and Song Qing was only up to his neck, so now Song Qing was trapped in front of him in his arms.

It felt like a small lump, like a little white rabbit that was taken back to the wolf's den by the big bad wolf, pitiful and so poor that people wanted to bully or eat it

Song Qing met his deep gaze, and turned his head inexplicably and didn't dare to look at him.

"You ......"

What are you, Song Qing's mind is a mess now.

Now this? What is this?

Is it a wall knock?

Song Qing thought of the comics he had drawn before.

Compared with the present, the comics have been compared.

Sure enough, the picture imagined? There is never a real shock.

Like now? Song Qing felt that her heart was about to jump out.

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, didn't make any other movements, just leaned his head on top of her head, and hugged her so quietly.

Listening to a man's powerful heartbeat? Song Qing couldn't help but call his name.

"Zhao? Zhao Cheng. ”

"Well, don't talk? Let me hug it. ”

Just a little bit.

Obviously, the man felt very strong holding her, but Song Qing didn't feel a little fear.

On the contrary, it is very reassuring.

Yes, it's reassuring.

Song Qing thought of the words on his chest, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"The words on your chest, how did you write them?"

Stop? Seeing the red art signature before, Song Qing's mood was quite complicated.

Are you so powerful?

actually left an artistic signature on the famous Zhao Chengxiang in history.

The words are still red.

This operation looks strange and embarrassing now.

And he was willing.

Song Qing knew that it couldn't be washed off, and he didn't know what kind of special potion it was.

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, and was silent for a while before he spoke in a deep voice.

"You wouldn't want to know?"

Song raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Why?"

Didn't he write the words on his chest himself? What else can't be said.

Zhao Cheng "...... Of course, the process is a bit overwhelming.

Song despised him, and he couldn't help but be more curious.

After being silent for a while, Zhao Cheng suddenly asked, "You really want to know?" ”

Song nodded lightly? "Sort of, after all, I'm curious about how your wife wrote it." She really wanted to know how she wrote on the face of the prime minister.

"...... "Isn't his wife her?"

Zhao Cheng was silent for a long time, and then he bent down and leaned his head into Song Qing's ear and whispered.

A man's voice is low and hoarse? But word for word rang in Song Qing's ears.

"I was hurt? How many days have you been in bed? When you saw that I was wounded, you tied my hands to the head of the bed. Did you take off your clothes? Did you write the word? Zhao Yu also had it at that time. ”

Song Qing's eyes widened as he listened, his face full of disbelief.

it!

it!

it!

This? Did she hear something?

It must be an auditory hallucination.

Yes, it's auditory hallucinations.

It's definitely auditory hallucinations.

it!

How could she do that, she was a pure little flower, how could this be.

(; ′????? So this, the injuries, the tie-ups, the stripping of clothes, or all that I certainly didn't do, right?

Surely not, right?

She is a little flower growing under the national flag, how could she do such a discordant thing.

Definitely not......

When Song Qinggang thought of this, he only felt dizzy in front of him.

Song Qing subconsciously closed his eyes.

At this moment, a blurry picture flashed through my mind.

What is that?

What?

Song Qing subconsciously closed his eyes and tried to remember, but it seemed that the picture just now was an illusion.

However, with the lessons of the past, Song Qing naturally no longer felt that it was just an illusion.

What is that?

As I thought about it, the blurry image flashed through my mind again, this time a little clearer, but still hazy.

What's that picture?

Song Qing tried to close his eyes and try to recall, and in his vague memory, the woman on the spacious carved bed was propped up on the man's chest.

The young man's face was a little pale, and he seemed to have gauze wrapped around his waist.

He was lying on the bed at this time, and his long, inky hair was scattered on the pillow. Not only that, the man's hands were tied to the head of the bed, and his deep eyes were dull and palpitating.

And the woman propped up on his chest is writing on his chest with a goose feather in her hand at this time.

The red signature slowly formed, and then the picture broke.