Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 92 Zhan Jincheng, let me go

Song Chaoyu unscrewed the doorknob, the lights in the living room had already been turned off, and only the faint light from the neon lights outside could be seen.

She walked lightly in the living room, finally found the light, turned on the light, and saw Zhan Jincheng curled up on the sofa, with long legs bent in aggrieved because the length of the sofa was too short.

Song Chaoyu walked over, and when Zhan Jincheng fell asleep, the coldness on his body would dissipate, and he looked like an ordinary person.

Song Chaoyu stood there watching for a few seconds, then turned around and went back to the room, picked up a quilt and came out.

The quilt blocked Song Chaoyu's line of sight, and she didn't see any signs of waking up on the sofa, so she threw the quilt to cover Zhan Jincheng's whole body.

Song Chaoyu got up and was about to go back to the room, only to find that the sofa was too small, a grown man still had a quilt, and the small sofa couldn't fit it at all.

After looking carefully at Song Chaoyu, he realized that Zhan Jincheng had already taken a bath.

I don't know how he moved, but fortunately there was a bath towel newly bought by Song Chaoyu hanging beside him, and Zhan Jincheng wrapped the bath towel around his waist, lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

His chest was bare, he looked tired, and his hair wasn't even blown dry.

The quilt fell to the ground, Song Chaoyu bent down and covered the quilt again, and found that Zhan Jincheng's hair was also wet.

Zhan Jincheng's hair is thick and thick, it is difficult to dry it naturally without blowing it.

Song Zhaoyu's fingertips felt moist, and Zhan Jincheng's work was very intensive, so it was not suitable for him to sleep with wet hair.

She turned around, found the hair dryer in the cabinet, turned it on to the lowest setting, and the warm wind brushed against Song Chaoyu's fingers before she turned the hair dryer on Zhan Jincheng who was lying on the bed.

Zhan Jincheng seemed to have heard the sound, and frowned. Song Chaoyu immediately turned off the hair dryer, and found that he had fallen asleep peacefully again.

She turned on the hair dryer again, and helped Zhan Jincheng to dry his hair. His hair was not as indifferent as Zhan Jincheng's, it was very soft, and it was inserted between the fingers, sticking softly.

Song Chaoyu squatted aside, carefully drying every strand of Zhan Jincheng's hair.

She lowered her head with a very serious expression, and didn't even care about Zhan Jincheng's situation. When her hair was completely dry, she turned off the hair dryer, unplugged it, and was about to put the hair dryer in a cabinet beside her.

Song Chaoyu's wrist was suddenly grabbed by a cool hand, and Zhan Jincheng stared at her with deep eyes.

Song Chaoyu looked away in a panic, Zhan Jincheng must have sobered up!Otherwise, the eyes could not be so clear.

"Let me go!" Song Chaoyu said nervously.

Not only did Zhan Jincheng not let go, but he increased the strength in his hand, pulling hard, and Song Chaoyu fell directly into Zhan Jincheng's arms.

Her back was pressed against Zhan Jincheng's hot chest, and the atmosphere instantly heated up.

Song Chaoyu was still holding the hair dryer in her hand, she was at a loss for a while, her chin was shackled by the cool cell phone, and she was forced to look up.

Zhan Jincheng leaned over and kissed the red lips that he thought about day and night. His lingering movements made Song Chaoyu a little confused, it was too familiar, all of this made Song Zhaoyu so familiar.

A tender and lingering kiss, like a pair of intimate lovers.

Countless times, she fell into Zhan Jincheng's superficial gentleness, mistakenly thinking that Zhan Jincheng loved her.

Even after she started planning, she got good grades, and if she worked hard in the future, she might be looked up to, and she wouldn't be so embarrassed in the Zhan Family, but all of this was her own fantasy.

Familiar lips and tongue poked in, but Song Chaoyu closed his teeth tightly and pushed the man in front of him away forcefully.

She put the hair dryer on the coffee table, wiped her mouth vigorously, and looked at Zhan Jincheng with red eyes.

"What are you doing! Who are you worthy of, Zhan Jincheng, wake up!" Song Zhaoyu said angrily.

On the other hand, Zhan Jincheng showed an innocent and puzzled expression, it seemed that the wine was still not sober, and he was just acting according to his heart without any restraint.

"I just want to kiss you, you look very unhappy." Zhan Jincheng said helplessly.

Song Chaoyu had tears in his eyes, looking at Zhan Jincheng, he didn't know what to do for a while.

Maybe tonight is just a dream, and everything will be as usual when I wake up tomorrow.

Song Chaoyu got up, she put the hair dryer in the cabinet, and went back to the bedroom without looking back, fearing that Zhan Jincheng would break in in the middle of the night, she even locked the door behind her back.

Leaning weakly against the door, she slowly slid down the door, resting her forehead on the beggar.

Song Chaoyu could feel the scorching heat on her face, she still had feelings for Zhan Jincheng, and she didn't even refuse his kiss.

But when she thought of Tang Man's hideous face, she couldn't restrain her disgust. She and Tang Man stood on opposite sides, and Zhan Jincheng was on Tang Man's side, so she absolutely could not be shaken.

Her current relationship with Zhan Jincheng is nothing, is it necessary to wait for Zhan Jincheng and Tang Man to get married, and then she will be a shady mistress?

She's disgusting herself.

Song Chaoyu wiped her lips vigorously until blood stains appeared on her hands, but she still refused to give up.

The tingling pain made Song Zhaoyu wake up a lot. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but tears flowed down uncontrollably.

With the swollen eyelids pressed against the cold beggar, Song Chaoyu finally regained consciousness. She got up, lay down on the bed, and turned off all the lights in the room.

She used to be afraid of the dark, so Song Feng installed a cute night light in her room.

Now she is a little dependent on the darkness, only in the darkness can she feel safe, let her be in a safe space, relying on the darkness to sleep.

Song Chaoyu curled up under the quilt until the sky began to gradually brighten before she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

He didn't sleep well all night. Tang Yu's eyes, Zhao Hongying's eyes, and many others' eyes kept staring at her. Song Zhaoyu was awakened by the nightmare, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Song Chaoyu couldn't stand the stickiness on his body, so he got up and prepared to open the door to take a shower.

Thinking of the people in the living room, Song Chaoyu began to hesitate again.

The clothes on the back were not comfortable, Song Zhaoyu thought for a long time, but she still opened the door to go out to take a shower.

The person on the sofa slept aggrievedly, but he was still asleep. It seemed to be the aftereffect of a hangover, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Song Chaoyu didn't have time to care, bypassed the sofa, and walked directly to the bathroom, holding a set of clean clothes in his hand, and the warm water slapped on his body, making Song Chaoyu wake up instantly.

The hot water slid down her cheeks, Song Chaoyu wiped away the hot water on her face, and after taking a shower, she looked in the mirror for a long time.

The swollen eyes are not particularly obvious. She has the habit of wearing glasses at work. If she doesn't look carefully, no one will be able to notice that her eyes are abnormal.

Song Chaoyu got dressed and was about to go out when there was a hasty knock on the door.

She quickly put on her clothes, and hurried to the door to open the door without buttoning her jacket.

She subconsciously turned around and glanced at Zhan Jincheng who was lying on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)