Gentle!

Very gentle!

Time passed slowly, and the sound of the TV in my ears seemed to be far away from me. Song Qing quietly leaned into Zhao Cheng's arms and slowly fell asleep.

Feeling the shallow breathing of the person leaning on her arms, Zhao Cheng's hand stroking her cheek paused.

He glanced down at Song Qing and chuckled.

Looking up at his son Zhao Cheng and said, "Don't look too late, I'll carry your mother upstairs." ”

Zhao Yu glanced up at his parents and nodded.

"Father, I see."

"Hmm." After Zhao Cheng answered, he stretched out his hand to pick up Song Qing and stood up.

Feeling that there was no weight in his arms, Zhao Cheng felt that his wife was a little thin.

It seems that she will have to eat more meat in the future.

Of course, if Song Qing knew his heart at this time, he would definitely vomit a mouthful of old blood on him.

She's definitely in standard shape.

Women who don't like to have a good figure, who want to be fat.

Stompe!

Stompe!

Stepping on the stairs, Zhao Cheng carried Song Qing all the way up to the second floor and came to the door of Song Qing's room.

The door was closed, and Zhao Cheng hugged Song Qing and got a little closer to the door, and then reached out to open the door.

With the light outside the window, Zhao Cheng hugged Song Qing and walked towards the bed.

After putting the person in his arms on the pillow and sleeping, Zhao Cheng reached out and pulled the lamp on the bedside table.

The dim bedside lamp is lit so that the room doesn't seem bright or too dark.

Supporting Song Qing's bedside, Zhao Cheng reached out to pull the quilt for her, and was about to stand up, when he saw Song Qingzheng as if he opened his lips and said something.

Zhao Cheng didn't pay attention just now, so he didn't pay attention to what Song Qing said again.

"What are you talking about?" After Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows, he unconsciously lowered his head and approached her, and whispered.

"Ma'am."

Song Qing seemed to hear Zhao Cheng calling himself, and subconsciously responded.

"Third brother."

Zhao Cheng's body stiffened, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Yes, did he mishear?

Zhao Cheng put his hands on Song Qing's sides and got closer to her, he lowered his head and cheek against hers, and asked again in a low voice.

"Who is the third brother?"

Perhaps because he heard Zhao Cheng's question, Song Qing frowned unconsciously in his sleep, looking very sad.

"No, I don't know."

Listening to Song Qing's muttering voice in her sleep, Zhao Cheng reached out to hold her hand and interlocked her fingers.

Perhaps sensing Zhao Cheng's breath, Song Qing regained his quietness.

Looking at the woman who was sleeping quietly, Zhao Cheng lowered his head and imprinted a kiss on her forehead, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a trace of arc.

Third brother.

The familiar title is delicate and soft.

Zhao Cheng didn't leave, because he was upset after hearing this title again.

Thinking of the picture of the two acquaintances before, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but chuckle.

Third brother?

When he coaxed him, he was the third brother.

When he was angry with him, it was Zhao Traitor.

"Defeated to you."

Looking at the quiet Song Qing, Zhao Cheng whispered a word and then turned over and lay down beside Song Qing.

Reaching out and pulling the quilt to cover the two, Zhao Cheng moved a little closer to her body.

However, because Song Qing's leg was injured, Zhao Cheng was very careful not to touch her leg.

Feeling the familiar breath around him, Song Qing in his sleep habitually leaned into his arms a little.

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Song Qing's waist and pillowed his head on the pillow above her head, and his chin rested on the top of Song Qing's head.

Slowly closing his eyes, Zhao Cheng relaxed wholeheartedly.

Time passed slowly, and Zhao Cheng never fell asleep.

Until the sound of footsteps was heard at the door.

It was his son who came upstairs.

Zhao Cheng turned his head to look and saw that his son was walking towards the room with his feet raised at the door of the open room.

"Go back to your room and sleep."

While speaking, Zhao Cheng raised his hand and waved, and the door of the room closed instantly? There was only a slight click.

It's clear that it's not loud.

It should be afraid that his mother will sleep.

Zhao Yu stood at the door and rubbed his numb hands that were shocked by the internal force.

Sizzle, it's really my father.

"Looks like I'll have to sleep on my own tonight."

Zhao Yu looked at the closed door in front of him and couldn't help but smile.

He stretched out his finger and knocked on the door.

"Father? Mom is an injury? You have to be a little more restrained. ”

"Get out—"

Listening to his father's low and angry voice in the room, Zhao Yu walked happily towards his room with a hand behind his back.

Oops? Sleeping separately from your mom tonight? Some are not used to it.

Listening to Zhao Yu's departing footsteps in the room, the corners of Zhao Cheng's mouth twitched.

This.

It's annoying.

Suddenly, I felt that my son was too smart, and it was not very good to understand too much.

Lack of cleanup.

Turning his head to look at the woman leaning in his arms? His beloved was around, but he could only watch.

Looks like it's hard to fall asleep tonight.

Compared with Zhao Cheng's difficulty falling asleep, Song Qing's sleep is very fragrant, and he only occasionally hums twice when he moves his feet and turns over.

It should be because of the pain in my feet and legs.

The night passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, the next day is coming.

It's dawn.

The sun is slowly rising in the morning? Golden sunlight shone into the room through the open glass windows.

Song Qing felt a little unable to move, and couldn't help but frown and open his eyes.

The man was wearing a white shirt and a sturdy chest.

Song Qingman looked at the buttons on his shirt, and Song Qing raised his head consciously.

At a glance, she saw the man lying sideways beside her bed.

The golden sunlight shone faintly on the man's handsome face, and he looked very quiet at this time compared to when he was awake.

It has a very soft feeling.

This man.

It's really good-looking.

Song Qing felt that he was not a superficial person? But when I saw his face, I couldn't help but feel very good-looking.

Song blinked lightly, and withdrew his gaze with a hot face.

Speaking of which, why did I sleep with him?

Did he come back with himself last night and not leave?

Song Qing nestled in his arms and didn't dare to move, like a little quail.

At this time, Song Qing nestled in Zhao Cheng's arms, and he had one hand across the pillow above her head? The other hand was placed around her waist.

The two are as affectionate as an ordinary newlywed.

Don't move for a while? Song Qing felt a little itchy on his cheeks? I couldn't help but gently raise my hand and scratch it.

Although it feels good to lie in his arms, but is it really shy? 〃。

Song gently lifted his body from his arms? I want to get up.

Just stood up? Just met the man's deep eyes.

"Huh!"

Song Qing was startled when he woke up, crawled back all over, and hit his chin on his arm? Then I bit my tongue.

Although it wasn't serious, it still hurt her.

"Shhhhh

Song Qing looked at Zhao Cheng with a look of wanting to cry without tears.

"Damn."

Zhao Cheng looked innocent: "......"

He was shot while lying down.

Looking at the pitiful little woman lying in the crook of his arm, Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and pinched her chin.

"I'll take a look when I open my mouth."

Song Qing obediently opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue slightly, and sure enough, the tip of his tongue was a little bloody, but only a little.

Zhao Cheng: "Does it hurt?" ”

Song rolled his eyes.

"You try."