Glaring at him, Song Qing couldn't help but complain, "Third Master, did anyone say that you look like a serious hooligan and you are so badly beaten." ”

"You're my lady."

The implication is that it is only not serious for her.

Holding his hand, Song leaned over and approached him, "Speaking of which, you are injured now, do you say that I should take advantage of the moment to bully you." ”

Zhao Cheng held her fingers and played with it, but his face was calm.

"Tell me about it."

Song looked at him lightly, and suddenly thought of something, and instantly came to his senses.

"Hey, hey."

Suddenly, Song Qing hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled obscenely.

"Speaking of which, you left your name on me before you got married. Now that I think about it, you've left a mark on me, and I should have to leave someone to say you're already me. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Cheng subconsciously sounded in his mind the absurdity of himself before he became married, and speaking of which, he didn't know what he was doing at that time.

Maybe she was really carried away by jealousy at that time, and by the time she reacted, she was already half-dressed and imprisoned in front of the bookcase. Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and was a little uncomfortable.

Raising his hand and rubbing his forehead, Zhao Cheng looked uncomfortable, glanced at Song Qing and said in a low voice, "It should be." ”

"In that case, huh."

Song rubbed his hands lightly.

Seeing Song Qing's expression, the corners of Zhao Cheng's mouth twitched, this smile, I didn't know and thought it was a bully coming.

"Little brother, next, even if you cut your throat, no one will come to save you."

Can that be described as such?

"Here you go."

Zhao Cheng's voice fell, he lay down in silence, and then closed his eyes, with a very casual appearance.

Seeing him lying motionless, Song Qing couldn't help but approach him, "Is it really possible?" ”

Zhao Cheng waved his hand.

"Yes, you can."

Song Qing looked at the man lying beside him, with a handsome face, long ink-colored hair, and a strong chest, it was really a bit touching to look like this because of the bandages on his body.

Some discordant images from the comics flashed in his mind, and Song Qing instantly felt that he was evil. Isn't that a bit of a bully.

But it's impossible to let him go.

Next, in Zhao Cheng's surprised gaze, Song Qing directly ripped off the hairband on his head, raised his hand above his head, and tied it to the head of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh, the scene needs it, don't ask why, it's eye-catching if you ask, I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm willing, you don't care haha."

In short, her dear will not understand.

Zhao Cheng just raised his eyebrows and said very calmly.

"You go on."

Of course, Song Qing wants to continue.

"Say, 'Where should I leave my name with you?' Here, or here, or here? ”

Zhao Cheng: "......"

Can you leave words in those places?

"Well, it's better to be here."

Song said softly, and his fingers landed on his left chest, which was obviously not injured, and it was fitting to peel off the bandage a little to leave her name.

"Wait a minute."

Song said softly and got up and walked out of the room, and then came back quickly, perhaps because she was a thief and couldn't help but plug the door of the room. After all, there are some things that no one else can see.

The quill pen, as well as the red ink mixed with a special potion, like this, Song Qing finally shot at the third master who was lying on the bed.

Don't get me wrong.

She really just stamped her husband, absolutely no distractions.

One stroke at a time, Song Qing held his hand on Zhao Cheng's side and wrote very seriously, until Song Qing stopped, and then he reached out and stroked it with satisfaction.

Can't wipe it off.

The red font, that was her name, looking at the words left on him, Song Qing expressed his satisfaction. This man is hers and always will be.

Zhao Cheng glanced at the name left on him, the name Song Qing would accompany him from life to death.

Song Qing was in a good mood after leaving his name on his chest.

Throwing the quill pen to the side, Song leaned sideways against him with his cheeks in his light hands, and did not forget to play with his scattered clothes, which was a bright and bright appreciation of someone's eight-pack abs.

"My third master is in such a good shape."

"It's sturdy."

"It feels good, too."

Pinch, pinch.

Just when Song Qingle was in the middle of it, he heard a low voice over his head.

"Is it fun?"

It was a pair of deep, dark eyes, as if they wanted to drown her in them and tear her down. met his gaze, Song Qing didn't have time to get up, and saw that the hairband tied to his hand was broken in an instant, and the next moment she was turned over and pressed on the futon by him.

"Wait ......"

"You...... Hmmm......"

"No, you're hurt...... Hurt ......"

"It doesn't matter."

Clothes fall to the ground, bed curtains fall.

The breeze blew and the bed curtain shook slightly, and the man's slender hand tightly held the woman's white little hand.

"No, Zhao Cheng, what are you doing with my hairband."

"Be quiet."

"Damn, you, you......"

It's sunny outside.

Birds and finches chirped and combed their feathers in the trees, and the occasional voice of men and women in the room was very soft and sultry.

The guards guarding the door, as soon as they heard the movement in the room, instantly blocked the sound and stood farther away.

The prime minister and his wife have a good relationship, and they have long been surprised.

In the blink of an eye, an afternoon passed, and when Song Qing woke up from the bed, it was already dark. At this time, the room was lit with candles, and Zhao Cheng was leaning on the edge of the bed, obviously looking calm and relaxed.

Seeing him, some discordant pictures automatically appeared in Song Qing's mind, and then his expression was indescribable. Looking at the man who is serious now, is it really him who tied her hands with her hairband?

Thinking of those, Song Qing's face was very hot, she didn't expect it to develop like this, it's really embarrassing. I feel like I don't have a face to see anyone.

Now Song Qing has only one feeling.

Back pain.

Leg pain.

I can't use my strength.

Tired.

Your third master, or your third master, is injured and lying on the bed, and she can also make her unable to get out of bed.

Song Qing, who woke up, glanced up at Zhao Cheng and couldn't help but look at his chest wrapped in bandages, and asked with some concern.

"Are you okay?"

After hearing this, Zhao Cheng turned his head to look at her and said in a low voice, "It's okay." ”

"It's really fine, I remember I seem to have accidentally touched your injury, I'll take a look."

Seeing her get up, Zhao Cheng reached out and grabbed her waist and let her lean on his arms.

"It's okay, what's the matter, Madame wants to prove it for her husband."

Song Qing waved his hand instantly when he heard this.

"No, I'm afraid you're not okay?"

Zhao Cheng chuckled when he heard this, and reached out and touched her hair lovingly.

"Are you hungry?"

Not to mention I'm really hungry.

"Sort of."

"I asked someone to stew your favorite bamboo shoot pork rib soup for you, and it's still hot."

"So good."

"Hmm."

"Then I'm going to eat more."

Zhao Cheng glanced at her and coughed, "Get dressed first." ”

"Okay."

After changing into clean clothes, Song Qing got up from the bed, and when he got out of bed, his feet were soft.

"Are you alright?"

"Okay, very."

Song said lightly and walked to the table and sat down, not forgetting to be stubborn.

"It's still within the scope of acceptance."

(End of chapter)