Morbid and vicious!The boss in the Beijing circle is pampered into a crying bag

Chapter 119 You Are Mr. Song, Song Sinian, My Husband
Song Sinian had never wanted to know everything about Lu Zhaozhao so urgently like now.

He can allow her to do anything, but only if it doesn't do her any harm.

But now...it was obvious that what she concealed had hurt her, and he couldn't continue to stand by.

I don't know if Song Sinian pinched her cheek too hard, but Lu Zhaozhao woke up faintly.

"Well...Mr. Song..."

Her soft voice with obvious nasal sound sounds pitiful.

Song Sinian frowned slightly, staring at her steadfastly, and just about to speak, saw her tears falling out of her eye sockets.

"Why are you still crying? Is it hard?" Song Sinian stretched out his big hand to hold her small face, and gently wiped her face.

Although he had seen Lu Zhaozhao cry, no matter how many times he had seen it, he still couldn't get used to it.

Lu Zhaozhao's watery eyes blinked, and tears fell down again. Her little hand tightly grasped Song Sinian's big hand, and she sniffed, "Don't go, okay?"

"???"

Song Sinian raised his eyebrows, did he just say he was leaving?
Seeing that Song Sinian didn't speak, Lu Zhaozhao hugged his arm firmly, "Song Sinian, don't go... It was my fault before, and I will treat you well in the future. Don't go, okay?"

There was an indescribable eagerness in her voice, as if if she spoke slowly, he would disappear.

Is he the one who's made her mentally tense lately?

Song Sinian didn't understand, but he still gently hugged Lu Zhaozhao, and comforted him: "I won't leave, I will stay here with you, be good."

Lu Zhaozhao pursed his lips and stared at Song Sinian for a long time, as if he was seriously thinking about what he just said.

After a while, she said weakly, "Can you lie down next to me?"

"Okay." Song Sinian didn't hesitate this time, and answered her words concisely.

After that, he lay sideways beside Lu Zhaozhao.

"Is there anything else you want me to do?" Song Sinian brushed the broken hair on her forehead with his big hand, and looked at her with gentle eyes.

Lu Zhaozhao stretched his small hand towards Song Sinian's waist, and arched his entire small body inside.

Because it wasn't long after she took the antipyretics, her body was still a little hot.

She clung to him, and after a while, her little hands began to rip his shirt restlessly inside.

Song Sinian frowned slightly, reached out to pinch her chin, and looked at her a little uncertainly.

This little guy shouldn't be burned out, right?

Song Sinian's deep voice came from above his head, "Zhao Zhao, what are you doing?"

Lu Zhaozhao's chin was pinched by him, his whole face was wrinkled into a ball, his reddish eyes blinked, "I, I want to touch you..."

Her head was dizzy, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether what happened recently was real or her imagination.

Song Sinian sighed helplessly, completely unable to understand Lu Zhaozhao's brain circuit, but of course he fully cooperated when he saw her burning and crying pitifully.

Let alone touching it, you can make whatever sauce you want.

"Where do you want to touch?" He lay on his side directly opposite Lu Zhaozhao, unbuttoning his shirt one by one with his big hands.

From the neckline to the hem, only one piece was left hanging loosely.

Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and now he stopped crying at all.

She poked his abdominal muscles with her little hand, and suddenly laughed, "Mr. Song, you have a really good figure..."

As she spoke, her little hand followed the line of her abdominal muscles little by little. Just as she was about to continue, someone grabbed her wrist.

Song Sinian's black eyes drooped, and the desire that was welling up in his eyes was already overwhelming.

"Hey, don't be rude anymore." His voice was hoarse, which was especially obvious in the quiet night.

Lu Zhaozhao looked anxiously at Song Sinian and then at the hem of his clothes, "Then can I make any other requests?"

"Well, yes." Song Sinian blinked his black eyes, trying to calm down the heat wave in his heart.

Lu Zhaozhao moved into his arms, leaned against his chest and muttered softly, "Don't leave me alone again, okay?"

"..."

Song Sinian was obviously a little strange to Lu Zhaozhao's request.

After he and Lu Zhaozhao got the certificate, although they didn't communicate at the beginning, he went on a business trip for a few days.

But the word "drop" is indeed a bit serious, right?
And isn't the previous thing explained clearly?
Did Lu Zhaozhao always care about this matter?Or……

Song Sinian narrowed his black eyes, raised his hand to pinch her small face, and asked word by word: "Zhao Zhao, who am I?"

Lu Zhaozhao tilted his head in a daze, "You are Mr. Song, Song Sinian, and my husband."

Song Sinian was relieved by her blank expression and extremely precise answer, but the doubts in his heart became heavier.

If Lu Zhaozhao's request was correct, then what made her so uneasy?
Song Sinian pondered for a moment, then asked again: "Are you worried that I will leave you?"

Lu Zhaozhao nodded.

Song Sinian asked again: "Have I ever left you before?"

Now Lu Zhaozhao's eyes were red again, tears fell down almost instantly.

"..."

It seems that this is the point of the matter.

Song Sinian frowned, remembering that Tian Xiangjun had said before that Lu Zhaozhao had been traumatized from a mental aspect since he was a child, so his emotions would be more sensitive than ordinary people.

He is also a person with weak emotional perception of those around him.

Maybe when Lu Zhaozhao was injured, but he didn't know.

Song Siqing sighed, reached out and hugged Lu Zhaozhao, and gently patted her in his arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to leave you before, and I won't in the future."

"Yeah!" Lu Zhaozhao arched in his arms, "In the future, without my permission, you are not allowed to die!"

When she said this, she raised her small head and looked at Song Sinian firmly, "Can you promise me?"

Song Sinian was slightly taken aback, seeing the serious expression on her small face, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

He nodded slightly, as a response to Lu Zhaozhao's words.

But a strange thought lingered in his mind.

When Lu Zhaozhao and him met for the first time, they cried, and later they often cried when they were drunk.

She is always very concerned about the life and death of others, as if... If you don't pay attention, that person will die at any time.

Before it was Xia Wenyan, then it was Xia Wenmo, and now it's him again.

It was as if... she knew they were going to die.

Song Sinian's black eyes drooped slowly, looking at Lu Zhaozhao's watery eyes and that extremely painful little face.

The grotesque thoughts in my mind became clearer and clearer.

Have they ever died in Lu Zhaozhao's world?
(End of this chapter)