And the most widely spread is naturally what sinks fish and geese, closes the moon and is ashamed of flowers, and the fascinated power of the world-famous Prime Minister Zhao Cheng is fascinated by her, and it is almost the princes of the beacon fire.

Even the history books say that they are in the daytime...... Fake, definitely fake.

When he listened to these histories before, Song Qing didn't feel anything, as a melon-eating crowd, maybe he could still grab a handful of melon seeds and swallow them.

But now, the legendary Prime Minister's wife is herself.

So, what a shame to feel!

This night, Song Qing tossed and turned her mind full of thoughts, and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

It is said that there are thoughts during the day and dreams at night.

And Song Qing dreamed -

In the dream, Song was dazed and found himself taking a bath.

After taking a bath, Song Qing walked out of the room after draping a bath towel.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Song Qing saw Zhao Cheng who was sitting next to her bed at this time.

At this time, his white shirt was worn on his body without buttons, and his strong chest made people blush and heartbeat.

Song Qing subconsciously looked away, "What are you doing in my room." ”

After the man's deep gaze fell on her, he held out his hand.

"Come here."

Song glanced at him lightly and shook his head, "Don't, you go out quickly." ”

Zhao Cheng stood up and walked in front of her step by step.

The man was very tall, he stood in front of her, and Song Qing instantly felt a little difficult to breathe.

"Don't be so close to me."

Didn't know she was stressed?

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

"Look up."

Song Qing subconsciously raised his head when he heard his voice, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, just lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, and the man's hand tightly wrapped around her waist, still very strong.

The bath towel fell to the ground, and Song Qing felt a little cold in his body.

"I'm cold."

"It's okay, it's not cold when you hold it."

Then, the process goes in a strange direction.

The petite woman on the big bed is confined in the arms of the man and cries when she is bullied.

What the hell is this development, how did it develop like this.

It's definitely a dream, it's definitely a dream.

Wake up, wake up...... Wake up......

Perhaps subconsciously knowing that this was a dream, Song Qing suddenly woke up from the dream and couldn't help but exhale.

"Sure enough, it's a dream."

"Hoo ......"

Looking at the familiar ceiling above her head, Song lightly raised her hand to cover her face and cover her shy eyes.

She, she actually dreamed.

I also dreamed of Zhao Cheng.

If you dream about it, you can dream about it, and you can develop in a direction that is not suitable for children.

Could it be that she has coveted people to such an extent?

Thinking that he had dreamed of this, Song Qing instantly felt faceless.

She actually wants a man!

She actually wants a man!

Think of men!

Mom, you girl and I are no longer the pure flower. (Sister, you have long been impure.) ）

Thinking of a dream scene? Song told himself secretly.

"Stop...... Stop ......"

Song lightly removed the hand covering his face, and the room was already lit up at this time, but it was a little dark.

Morning sun shining through floor-to-ceiling windows? The gaping gap shone into the room.

Even her bed had a little bit of golden sunlight.

"It's another day."

Song Qing felt like he was asleep? Then I had a dream, and then it was dawn.

After looking at the chandelier in the center of the ceiling overhead, which was made of ten small lamps, Song Qing understood that she had moved now.

Song rubbed his eyes lightly and then rolled over and sat up from the soft bed.

Yawned.

Song moved to the side of the bed and put on wool slippers and got out of bed.

Walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows? Looking at the curtains that are just over a foot apart? Song Qing stretched out his hand and pulled open all the curtains on both sides.

Bright light came in instantly.

The sun shines through the glass windows and is warm? Very comfortable.

Maybe the light was too dazzling, so Song Qing couldn't help but squint his eyes and slowly get used to it.

After slowly getting used to the light, Song Qing looked at the rising sun outside.

"Comfortable." After Song stretched his waist, he raised his hand and ravaged his face? Loosened the skin a little.

After Song glanced at his pajamas, he got up and walked to the closet to start changing, and then went to the bathroom to wash up......

After Song Qing finished washing, he walked out of the bathroom and picked up his mobile phone from under the pillow.

I clicked on it and took a look.

At this time, it was eight o'clock, and Song Qing walked out of the bedroom while taking the mobile phone and looking through it boringly.

After opening QQ, which he hadn't logged in for a long time, Song Qing saw many messages from his editor at a glance.

Editor-in-charge: "Honey? Can't get in touch. ”

Editor-in-charge: "Your work "The Powerful Ministers Live in My House" has been applied for promotion, please update it steadily. ”

Editor-in-charge: "My dear, your work has a lot of potential. Our editor-in-chief asked me if you would be interested in joining our company and becoming an exclusive contracted author of our company. ”

Editor-in-charge: "After becoming an exclusive contracted author, you can get more resources, and you can also have an exclusive editor-in-charge, and you will have the opportunity to embark on the road of publishing." ”

Song Qing stopped? The first reaction after seeing this news was.

Editor-in-charge? Are you serious?

Or maybe you've had your number stolen.

Song tapped the edit box and sent a message.

"Editor-in-charge? Stolen number? ”

After Song Qing released the news, he strode towards the staircase with his mobile phone, and then stepped on the steps to go downstairs.

After Song Qing walked downstairs, he found that Zhao Yu was watching TV on the sofa in the living room at this time? Plus eating walnuts.

See Zhao Yu? Song Qing opened his mouth to say hello.

"Son, early."

Zhao Yu tilted his head to look at his mother and greeted him with a smile.

"Mom, are you hungry? Bought you breakfast. ”

Zhao Yu said and pointed to the coffee table in front of him.

"So good." Song said lightly and glanced at it, and sure enough, there was a bowl of porridge on the coffee table at this time, and two buns, plus a meat patty.

And a small basket of dried walnuts.

Looking at the breakfast and walnuts, Song Qing felt that he was really a salted fish.

I bought breakfast and came back, and it was a very early day.

"Mom, it's still hot, you can eat it!"

"Okay, have you eaten?" Song asked lightly and sat down beside his son and began to eat.

"My dad and I ate it when we went out in the morning." Zhao Yu said and grabbed a walnut and pinched it.

Click!

The pulp was selected and eaten, and the shell was thrown in the trash.

I took another one and clicked it, took out the flesh and threw it into my mouth and ate it.

Shell and throw away the trash can.

One after another, it's easy to watch.

Song Qing watched Zhao Yu's fluttering movements while eating, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the walnuts in the frame.

This shell looks so brittle.

She wanted to give it a try.

Subconsciously reach out and pick up one, and squeeze hard.

Motionless.

No matter how hard I pinched, I still didn't move.

Continuing to pinch for time, I felt that my palms were hurting, and the walnuts still didn't move, and at first glance it was the kind of shell that was relatively hard.

It turned out that it still had to be knocked with a hammer.

Song laughed dryly and silently put the walnuts back and continued to drink porridge for breakfast.

Sure enough, she thought too much.

She said how could it be so easy to pinch.