Although the picture was very blurry and only a small fragment, Song Qing was stunned at this time, and his expression was cracked.

What is that?

What is that?

it!

Is she that beastly?

Even the disabled are not spared (; ′????? `)？ What did you go through?

So bold?

Mom, the daughter you gave birth to, is this really me? Could it be a dual personality?

Oh my!

She didn't even spare the disabled.

is so ferocious, is this a distortion of human nature, or a moral degradation.

Isn't that true?

But the facts were in front of her, and she couldn't make excuses for herself.

Did she really do such a terrible thing?

This can't be because Prime Minister Zhao Cheng is handsome, she can even do it to the disabled.

And Zhao Yu still had it at that time?

Oh, my God!

Oh my God!

Sky!

At this time, the blurred picture in Song Qing's mind did not disappear, plus what Zhao Cheng said in her ear just now.

Then Song Qing made up a murderous picture of the disabled in his mind.

Song Qing suddenly wanted to burst into tears. She turned out to be a disabled person.

Mom, I'm not that innocent child X_X anymore. (Sister, you're thinking too much.) ）

Song Qing rushed by 100,000 alpacas in his heart at this time, but he laughed dryly twice on his face.

"Haha, I don't think it's appropriate for the two of us to discuss this topic."

"This bundle or something, your wife is really arrogant."

It's nothing to do with me!

It's nothing to do with me!

It definitely doesn't matter!

I didn't do it!

I didn't do it!

I really didn't do it!

Song Qing: "Haha, let's go grocery shopping!" Eating pig's feet, isn't it fragrant when you eat pig's feet? ”

"Eating pig's feet must be delicious."

Song Qing was incoherent at this time, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

As she spoke, she reached out to break Zhao Cheng's hand around her waist.

Break, break, don't move.

Song turned his head to glare at him.

"Let go, don't hug it." I don't know my sister back then, but you didn't even let go of being a disabled person (; ′????? `)？

"......" Zhao Cheng let go of his hand and turned around to face him.

The space is very small, and Song Qinghe wants to squeeze out a little distance and unconsciously retreats, but unfortunately the distance is so little.

He stepped back a little and leaned against the cold wooden door.

Zhao Cheng looked at the woman in front of him.

That's his wife.

Raising his hand, Zhao Cheng stroked her cheek and touched her hot face, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but bend down and put his forehead against her head.

"Ma'am."

The man's voice in his ear was low and hoarse.

Song Qing just listened, and Song Qing felt his heart tremble slightly unconsciously.

That's what it's like.

Happy.

Glad.

Nostalgia.

I want to cry again.

It's like, instinctively listening to him call himself like this, Song Qing wants to reach out and hug him, or let him hug himself.

Again, this feeling of being out of control.

Song Qing subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed the shirt on his chest, and when he didn't pay attention, Song Qing's nails accidentally buckled his chest.

The slight tingling made Zhao Cheng stunned and raised his head to look at her.

Zhao Cheng's hand let go of the hand that was holding her waist.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to hug you."

"Let's go grocery shopping!" Zhao Cheng said and took a step back.

Song Qing's hand holding his shirt did not let go, but stepped forward and approached him.

Looking at the tall man in front of him, Song stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the chin.

Kiss, gently.

Maybe it was because she felt his cherishment, felt his feelings, and looked at his restrained appearance unconsciously she did so.

She doesn't understand either, maybe that's what she likes!

Liking someone is uncontrollable, just like she is now.

Feeling the shallow temperature at his chin, Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, and the string called restraint in his mind broke in an instant.

Restrained.

What to refrain from?

My wife, she is in my arms.

Zhao Cheng reached out and grabbed Song Qing's neck, bent over and kissed her on the lips.

Shallow temptation, strong exploration.

This man is his, both before and now.

She is all from his Zhao Cheng.

He felt that as long as he faced Song Qing, he would always lose control, just like now.

Song Qing didn't know how she reacted, but when she came back to her senses, she was confined in a small space.

The man was too strong, and at this time she felt that the air around her was also full of his breath.

With his back against the door, Song couldn't move.

She was now pressed against the door with one hand on the man's fingers, while the other hand could only grasp his shirt tightly.

Song Qing felt that he was seriously hypoxic now.

This bastard, do you want to suffocate her and not let go, how long will it take?

Just when Song Qing felt that she was about to be suffocated, she was finally able to breathe.

"Hoo ......"

"Zhao ......" The next moment, Song Qing was suddenly picked up and trapped on the door, hanging in the air under his feet, and Song Qing subconsciously hugged his neck.

The temperature of his neck came and Song Qing whimpered.

"Zhao Cheng."

Hearing Song Qing's voice, Zhao Cheng's eyes returned to clarity.

He looked up to meet hers.

Looking at her, her eyes were wet as if there were tears shining.

Did she cry?

He, what is he doing?

"I ......," Zhao Cheng reached out and grabbed her waist, gently picked her up, and walked to the bed.

Then put it on the edge of the bed and sit down.

It wasn't until Song Qing sat on the bed that he felt the air around him relax.

Zhao Cheng stood in front of Song Qing and was silent for a while before speaking in a deep voice.

"Don't be afraid."

Zhao Cheng looked at the water droplets on her eyelashes and wanted to raise his hand to wipe them off, but after his hand was raised, he retracted stiffly.

"Don't cry."

Song Qing: "......"

Afraid?

What is she afraid of?

"I didn't." Song Qing subconsciously replied.

She's serious.

And.

Cry?

What are you crying about?

Why is she crying?

Song Qing glanced up at him, his expression slightly stunned.

Which of his eyes saw her crying.

Feeling that his eyes were a little itchy, Song Qing couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his eyes.

I was caught in my eyes by my own hair, and I couldn't move my hands, so my tears came out, and I was so uncomfortable that I was going to die.

This bastard can't understand it.

Originally, Song Qing had tears in his eyes, but when she rubbed it like this now, her already wet eyes were rubbed red.

Zhao Cheng looked at Song Qing's red eyes, and there were a thousand words in his mouth, but at this time, he felt that he didn't know what to say at all.

"......" Zhao Cheng didn't speak, just sat quietly beside Song Qing.

Song tilted his head and glanced at him.

This man didn't think she was really crying, did he?

it!

Or do you think you might have been intimidated by his aggressive move?

How is that possible, compared to the disabled people, Song Qing feels that this seems to be nothing!

Although she was very nervous to be held by her, and her heart was beating fast, she responded to him without disgust.

So how could she cry.

What does this bastard think?

Tilting his head to look at him, Song Qing couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Thinking of someone's operation before, Song reached out and touched his neck with a dark face.

Sizzle, it still hurts a little.

Is this man a wolf?