It seems that compared to himself, the one in the hospital is really miserable.

"Ahem, when I didn't say it." Song waved his hand lightly.

Hey, I suddenly found that I was a bit of a failure as a mother.

Yes, just like Zhao Cheng said, if you really meet a bad person, it seems that it is someone else who should really be worried.

"Hey, I suddenly feel that your father and son really can't be described by common sense." Song said softly and grabbed a handful of hair speechlessly.

Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing and reached out to press the person's head to his chest.

"Don't think about it, I'll watch TV with you."

Leaning on Zhao Cheng's chest, Song Qing could hear his powerful heartbeat.

Looking up, it seemed that only his chin and neck could be seen from her position.

His hand hadn't moved away from his hair, and Song Qing reached out and grabbed his finger to remove it from hers.

The hand was removed.

But his hand took her hand and hugged her tightly.

"......" Song Qing glanced up at him, trying to pull his hand out of his hand, but it was obvious that he didn't move.

Song Qing didn't withdraw his hand anymore, and let him hold it.

The living room suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of talking on TV, all Song Qing could hear was the sound of Zhao Cheng's strong heartbeat.

Song glanced up at him, imprisoned in his arms, and from this angle he could still only see his chin and Adam's apple.

Song moved his head lightly, and moved himself to a comfortable position to lean.

Song Qing felt that this feeling was very familiar, as if he had hugged himself like this before.

His gaze fell on Zhao Cheng's neck.

Looking at his rolling Adam's apple, something suddenly flashed through Song Qing's mind.

What is that?

Song Qing didn't speak, but closed his eyes.

Sure enough, the picture in my mind seemed to slowly become clearer.

It seemed to be in an antique study, and she was held in Zhao Cheng's arms in the same position.

Dressed in black, he was holding her with one hand and reading a book with the other, and the whole person was very quiet.

Perhaps seeing that Zhao Cheng was too quiet to ignore himself, Song Qing, who was held in his arms, reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck, and then leaned over to his neck and bit him lightly.

"Hmph╯^╰."

"Are you busy?"

"You haven't talked to me for a long time."

Song could clearly feel the hand he had around her waist tightening after he had bitten him.

The man who was reading the file paused for a moment and silently threw the file aside.

He still didn't speak, just reached out and picked up Song Qing in his arms and let him sit on the bookcase in front of him.

Looking at the man sitting in front of her from this position, Song Qing was a little uncomfortable.

Looking at a man with a blank face? Song lightly reached out and stroked his cheek.

"You're angry."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song lowered his head lightly? "Excuse me? I didn't mean to bother you. ”

Song said that he was about to get off the bookcase with his hands propped up on the table, but his hands were just propped up on the bookcase? I felt that my hand was gently pressed by the other party.

Song Qing looked up at him? A look of doubt.

"Not angry."

As she spoke, Zhao Cheng stood up and put his hands at her side? Trap people.

Zhao Cheng looked condescendingly at the woman in his arms.

"I'm not angry, I'm listening."

Song was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you reading the dossier?" Seeing you so quiet, I thought you didn't hear what I said. ”

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, but his eyes fell on her gorgeous face? Then he bent down and kissed her on the lips.

A man's kiss is strong.

At this time, Song Qing sat on the bookcase, not daring to move, so he could only subconsciously stretch out a hand and hold his sleeve tightly.

The picture was interrupted, and Song Qing opened his eyes in a daze.

Maybe he hadn't woken up from the picture just now, and Song Qing looked at Zhao Cheng's side face at this time? Subconsciously reached out and wrapped his hand around Zhao Cheng's neck.

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment and looked down at the woman in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

Song Qing just looked at him stunned, thinking of the kiss just now, his heart beat fast.

Was he just kissing her?

For a moment, Song Qing couldn't tell whether reality was a dream or a dream.

Looking at his face so close? Song Qing leaned in? The kiss fell on the corner of Zhao Cheng's lips.

Zhao Cheng was stunned.

Was his wife kissing him?

Zhao Cheng, who reacted, buckled Song Qing's head and kissed her on the lips accurately.

This kiss? More realistic.

At the same time, this wolf gnawed? also brought Song Qing back to his senses.

What you just saw in the picture? Song Qing understood that it was her previous memory.

And now the feeling is real.

But? Whether it was before or now, this man is still very strong.

Song Qing didn't resist, because her body had already reacted to his kiss in the truest way.

It turns out that it is very beautiful for two people to be happy.

Knock Knock –

Song Qing could feel that his heart was beating fast, and the feeling of nervousness and liking seemed to overflow.

Song Qing, who was in a daze, forgot that her leg was still injured, and she was raising her leg to lean a little closer to him.

And the next moment it was miserable.

The pain made Song Qingna wake up in an instant.

"Sizzle......"

"It hurts me."

This time it really used a little force, and Song Qing obviously felt that his calves were instantly sore from the bones, and it was still the kind of pain that seemed to be pulling tendons.

There's a saying.

Beauty misleads people.

It's just too right.

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, but quickly grabbed Song Qing's waist and hugged the person to the side and sat down on the sofa.

He squatted on one knee beside Song Qing, reached out to hold Song Qing's leg, and gently pressed his hand on Song Qing's leg.

Where his hand passed, Song Qing clearly felt a very warm feeling, as if he had suddenly soaked in a hot spring.

The hot sensation came, and the pain slowly dissipated.

Zhao Cheng's subordinates were very gentle, and their eyes did fall on Song Qing's face.

Seeing that her face softened, Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Cheng reached out and stroked her cheek.

"Does it still hurt?"

Feeling the temperature on his hands, Song Qing subconsciously rubbed his palms, as if he was coquettish to his beloved.

"Much better."

Feeling Song Qing's closeness, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but ask when he met her eyes.

"Now, are you my girlfriend?"

Song was stunned for a moment, she just wanted to say yes, but when the words came to her lips, she said something arrogantly.

"Guess."

Zhao Cheng: "......"

It is said that a woman's heart, a needle under the sea, and it is indeed so.

"I don't guess, because for me, yes and no, the result is the same."

Zhao Cheng stood up and sat down next to Song Qing as he spoke, and stretched out his hand to hold the person in his arms.

Leaning his head on the top of Song Qing's head, Zhao Cheng said very seriously.

"Song Qing, whether it was before or now, you are mine."

"So, whether you believe you or not, you're my wife, you're still mine."

"Because, even if you really don't stay with me in this life, I won't give you to others."

Song Qing listened to the man's domineering words, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

This, this man. . .

What kind of declaration is this, but it is undeniable that Song Qing feels that he has been teased by an old man.