Song Qing looked at the string of RMB rewards, put down the cup, stood up and walked to the door, then opened the door and walked out of the room.

After Song Qing walked out of the room, he walked directly towards Zhao Cheng's room at the opposite door.

After walking to the door, Song Qing didn't say a word, and directly stretched out his hand to open the door.

"Hey, Zhao Cheng, you are a loser, I see that you have a lot of money and no place to burn, how can you ...... How...... Oh⊙ ⊙! ”

Song Qing didn't finish speaking, looking at the scene in the room at this time, the words he wanted to say were instantly stuck in his throat and couldn't speak.

She, what did she see?

The brain is a little confused.

I can't think anymore.

Under the bright light, the man is standing in front of the closet to change clothes.

At this time, except for a pair of shorts, he was really dry, clean.

Song Qing subconsciously took a quick look, her cold face, broad shoulders, strong chest, and slender and straight legs, and, cough, she automatically filtered out some places that should not be seen.

This is the legendary golden ratio, more is too much and less is too little.

But is that a scar on his body?

Zhao Cheng had scars on his chest and arms, although they were very shallow and light, but Song Qing could see them at a glance.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing was the oblique red signature on Zhao Cheng's chest, which was very inconsistent with his cold breath.

But the word is there.

"......" Zhao Cheng slowly hung the clothes he had changed into in the closet before tilting his head to look at the door.

"Enough of it?"

The man's voice was low and serious, and it instantly pulled Song Qing back to reality.

After facing Zhao Cheng's cold face and deep eyes, Song Qing quickly lowered his head.

"Holy, excuse me."

Oh my God, she actually showed Prime Minister Zhao Cheng.

Show it.

"You go on, I'll go out."

"And, haha, nice figure." Song Qing's feet were a little floating, and after laughing dryly, he turned around and stepped out of the room with his hands and feet.

She was about to rush to her room, but she felt a cool breeze blow behind her, and the next moment her collar was already being pulled by someone.

"Come back."

Zhao Cheng said and pulled the person into the room, stretched out his hand and closed the door. After closing the door, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Song Qing stood in front of him with his head bowed like an ostrich, "Don't you ask me?" I don't know anything right now. ”

"You put on your clothes first, I'm looking at you under a lot of pressure."

Saying? What the hell is she going to say?

Zhao Cheng: "......"

Zhao Cheng glanced at her, raised his feet, walked to the open wardrobe, and took a set of pajamas out? I start wearing it.

Hearing the sound of rustling, Song Qing couldn't help but subconsciously look up.

At this time, the man was wearing a pair of loose gray striped trousers? The man turned his back to her and was about to get dressed.

Song Qing saw at a glance that there were a lot of large and small injuries on the man's back? There were arrow wounds, there were knife wounds.

Although the traces are very faint? But just by looking at that, you can imagine what he's been through.

Zhao Cheng put on his clothes, then turned his head to face Song Qing, and buttoned them one by one.

"What's the matter with me?"

Song glanced at Zhao Cheng, this man can also wear a set of pajamas in fashion? Sure enough, if you look good, you have capital.

Speaking of the purpose of his visit, Song Qing instantly felt that he was not good anywhere.

Her heart hurts, her brain hurts, her heart hurts.

"Did you give me a reward of 150,000 yuan with Zhao Yu?"

Zhao Cheng nodded lightly, "Well, yes?" Any questions? ”

"Assi-" Song Qing looked at him so calmly and disapprovingly, and only after a while did he hold back a sentence.

"That's 150,000 yuan, you losers, the reward is to be divided with half of the website, and when you get it back, you have to shrink by half (; ′????? It's shrunk, it's shrunk. ”

It's so distressing!

It's so distressing!

It's so distressing!

"......," Zhao Cheng glanced at her calmly and said very calmly.

"It's only 150,000."

The implication is that if you have a lot of money, you are capricious.

Song Qing: "......"

That's right, the big guy is rich? People are rich? People are rich? People have money.

Song Qing felt that he had been hit.

I don't understand the world of rich people, I'm really just a salted fish.

Mom? I was flaunted by your grandfather's wealth (; ′????? `)。

Song glanced at him? Coming violently, he turned around pitifully and walked towards the door.

She doesn't want to pay attention to the bastard now.

I want to be quiet.

Damn rich people.

Song Qing walked to the door and was about to open the door, when she saw that the man had already walked behind her? Stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door above Song Qing's head.

He held Song Qingzheng in one hand and held Song Qing's hand on the doorknob.

Zhao Cheng lowered his head and leaned into Song Qing's ear and whispered.

"Angry?"

Song Qing felt the hot breath exhaled in his ears, and his face shrank his neck hotly.

"Who, angry."

Zhao Cheng leaned close to her cheek and dropped a kiss, "Don't be angry." ”

The man's voice seemed cold and hard, but Song Qing could feel his gentleness.

"Okay, I'm out of gas! I let go of my hand and went to sleep. Song said softly and reached out to open the door, but it was obvious which hand on his head was against it.

It's strange that she can open it with this strength.

Zhao Cheng reached out and grabbed her waist and took the person into his arms, took a step back, and reached out to open the door.

"I'll carry you over."

Zhao Cheng said as he bent down and gently picked him up, and strode towards Song Qing's bedroom opposite.

Song Qing: "......"

Big brother, is this just across the door?

You just want to hug me, just say it.

After Zhao Cheng put the person on the bed, he said, "Rest early." ”

Seeing that he turned around to leave, Song Qing reached out and grabbed his hand.

"What?"

Zhao Cheng saw Song lightly holding his hand and turned his head to look at her.

Song Qing sat on the bed and looked up at the tall man in front of him.

"You bend over."

Zhao Cheng bent down to her, "What's the matter?" ”

Song Qing looked at the handsome face that was close at hand, reached out and grabbed Zhao Cheng's clothes, approached the corner of his lips and kissed him.

One touch away.

Song waved his hand after kissing the person, pretending to be calm.

"It's okay now."

Zhao Cheng stood up in a daze and looked condescendingly at the woman sitting on the bed.

is as glamorous as a peach blossom, and that's what her wife is like now.

Zhao Cheng's fingers lifted and stroked her cheek.

"Go to bed early." Zhao Cheng turned around and strode out of the room as he spoke, and then reached out and closed the door for Song Qing.

Leaning against the door, Zhao Cheng didn't have to raise his hand to touch it, he could feel his blush.

Song Qing, even if you forget me, it doesn't matter, it's good like this now.

Looking at the closed bedroom door, Song Qing immediately collapsed on the bed and rolled around.

She's taking the initiative, isn't she?

Song leaned on the pillow and looked at his son, who was sleeping next to him, and reached out to pull the quilt for him.

Looking at his son lying beside him, Song Qing suddenly wanted to know how he met Zhao Cheng.

Historically, there are actually too many versions of the story of Song Qing and Zhao Cheng, so the real situation is known only to the ghost.