Zhao Cheng stood on the edge of the bed, looked at his son who was sleeping in the innermost, and then glanced at Song Qing, who was sleeping in the middle, and finally looked at the place vacated for him by the bed.

So, is this letting him go to bed?

"Ma'am."

Zhao Cheng looked at Song Qing and wanted to say something, but after a while, the words came to his lips and just called her. Listening to Zhao Cheng's voice, Song Qing's heart beat fast.

"Sleep if you want, go back to your room if you don't sleep, and don't forget to close the door when you leave." Song said softly, turning his back to Zhao Cheng.

Paralyzed, she, she actually invited a man to bed.

Looking at Song Qing, who was facing away from him, Zhao Cheng chuckled.

Is his wife shy?

It's cute.

The position is vacated for him, he doesn't go up, that's definitely not a man.

Zhao Cheng waved his hand, and the open door slammed shut in an instant.

Song Qing could feel the man behind her getting on the bed and lying beside her.

Sensing the people around him approaching, Song Qing subconsciously wanted to move a little to his son's side.

Zhao Cheng didn't give her a chance to move, but instead reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged the person into his arms.

His embrace was gentle and strong, imprisoning her in his side of the world.

Being held by him like this, Song Qing unconsciously reached out and pushed him.

"You move some, it's too close."

Song Qing's face was red and his heart was beating, so uncomfortable, but more Song Qing was wholeheartedly trusting and reassuring about his arms.

"Don't you like it?"

"But my husband wants to hug you like this."

Yes, I would like to.

He didn't just want to hug her.

I thought of something else.

Listening to the man's words, Song Qing's face was very hot.

This bastard.

Shameless.

"Sleep, don't talk."

Where could Zhao Cheng sleep at this time, but he still answered.

"Okay, you sleep."

Song nodded lightly.

"Then I'll sleep." Song said softly and closed his eyes.

But the fact is that she is completely sleepy at this moment, and the reason is naturally the man holding him behind her.

Feeling the increasingly hot temperature of the man behind him, Song Qing looked helpless.

Song Qing was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Otherwise, you go back to your room and sleep!" I still don't like that. ”

It felt so strange, where could she sleep.

She's so hot right now!

Song Qing's voice: Hearing Song Qing's voice, Zhao Cheng's fiery heart was instantly poured with a basin of cold water.

Doesn't she like to touch her herself?

Zhao Cheng stiffly let go of the hand holding her waist and slowly retreated to the side of the bed.

Secretly exhaled, Zhao Cheng turned over and sat up.

"I'm sorry."

Zhao Cheng said silently, sat on the edge of the bed and put on slippers.

The surroundings were suddenly empty, and Song Qing was a little at a loss for a while.

Subconsciously pulled his sleeve.

"Zhao Cheng."

Hearing her call herself, Zhao Cheng lowered his head and was silent for a while before speaking in a deep voice.

"I'm back in my room, something called me."

The man's voice was very calm, and the calm Song Qing was a little trembling.

"What's wrong with you?"

Is he angry?

Why?

Zhao Cheng got up and left, and Song Qing looked at his back as he opened the door and left? The hand unconsciously grabbed the quilt.

Click-

The door was closed, and listening to the footsteps at the door, Song Qing was stunned and clasped the corner of the quilt with his fingers.

There seems to be a familiar atmosphere of a man next to it.

Song Qing stretched out his hand and touched the position beside him? What does that feel like? The heart is empty.

It's very uncomfortable.

It was a feeling of wanting to cry.

The fact is that Song Qing's tears are like pearls with broken threads, and they pop up unconsciously.

She doesn't know what she's sad about, she just wants to cry? Then unconsciously burst into tears.

Next? Song Qing lay there quietly, but her heart was very messy? His mind was full of the back of the man who had left silently just now.

She wanted to see him, right now.

She wanted him to continue holding her, as he had just done.

Song Qing's brain is very messy.

She wanted to know why he was angry.

Reaching out and habitually taking out your phone from under your pillow? Glancing at the time of day.

At 1:40, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Song tapped Zhao Cheng's WeChat and wanted to send him a message.

But after editing for a long time, I found that there was still not a single message sent.

Song Qing: "......"

What the hell are you going to do?

Annoyedly, he put the phone back under the pillow, and looked at the closed door of the bedroom, Song gritted his teeth and moved to the side of the bed.

She went to ask herself.

Where did she offend him?

He's going to be mad at her.

It's not a good feeling at all.

She didn't like it.

Song Qing put on slippers after getting up? I walked slowly to the door on tiptoe, and my feet hurt a lot.

When he walked to the door, Song Qing could feel a cold sweat on his forehead.

Her feet hurt now.

Zhao Yu stood up and looked at his mother, and secretly wrapped his internal force around his mother with his hand to prevent her from falling.

It wasn't until he saw his mother walk to the door that he lay back in relief.

He doesn't understand the adult world, so he's better to continue sleeping!

Seemingly? I'm going to sleep alone again tonight.

Really.

Although I'm a little jealous? But who let the other party is his dad.

Never mind? It's not just sleeping alone, I can.

Song Qing walked out of his room and came to the gate of Zhao City.

Looking at a closed door? Song Qing was about to reach out and knock on the door, when he saw that the door of the closed room was opened.

Under the bright light, the tall figure of the man stood at the door at this time.

He was now propped up on the door with one hand, looking down at her.

Looking at Song Qing's face that became ugly because of the pain? Zhao Cheng's face instantly became gloomy.

"Song Qing."

Listening to the man's angry voice, Song Qing's tears rolled down unconsciously.

"What are you doing so fiercely? Where did I mess with you? ”

Zhao Cheng was stunned when he saw Song Qing's tears? Subconsciously reached out and stroked her cheek.

"Ma'am."

"You, don't cry, I'm not killing you."

Song Qing lowered his head and let the tears fall, his voice a little choked.

"You obviously are, you obviously murder me."

Zhao Cheng: "......"

The woman is really incomprehensible.

Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing, bent down and picked up the person and walked towards his bedside.

After putting the person on the bed and sitting down, Zhao Cheng half-squatted in front of Song Qing.

After reaching out and taking off her shoes, Zhao Cheng checked her feet for the first time.

Seeing that she was obviously in pain, Zhao Chengyungong gently stroked her calf.

The heat was very comfortable, and soon the pain dissipated.

Song lightly propped her hands on the sheets on both sides of her side, and she looked at the man half-squatting in front of her, with mixed feelings.

Was he so angry just now because he was in pain?

Sour, sweet, everything.

Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and saw that she was looking at him, and couldn't help but say something in a deep voice.

"Can't you just be nice?"

"I can't sleep well in the middle of the night, what are you running around?"

Song Qing didn't answer his words, but called his name in a low voice.

"Zhao Cheng."

"Hmm."

"Do you like me very much?"

Zhao Cheng paused, raised his eyes to look at Song and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you think?"

Song Qing didn't speak, just looked at him stunned.

Looking at the man's cold and hard face, Song Qing unconsciously stretched out his hand to hold his hand.

"You are so gentle.".

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, his ears quickly turned red, and there were cracks on his cold and hard face.