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

Chapter 142 Why was Song Sinian easily confused?
Justin hung up the phone after talking to the assistant at the hotel.

When he looked at Xia Wenjin again, his blue eyes were full of smiles again, "Dear Miss Xia, let's choose the dress first, and don't let unimportant people ruin our good time, okay?" ?”

"it is good."

……

In the evening, as the sky gradually darkened, Lu Zhaozhao returned to Song's house.

As soon as she opened the door, she clearly felt a low air pressure rushing towards her face.

Seeing the door open, Qian Hong rushed up as if seeing a savior.

"Ma'am, have you eaten yet?"

As she spoke, she took what Lu Zhaozhao was carrying.

Then he leaned closer to Lu Zhaozhao and said in a low voice, "Sir, you came back very early in the afternoon, and you haven't eaten yet..."

Lu Zhaozhao immediately understood what she meant. She took a peek at Song Sinian who was sitting in the living room processing documents, coughed lightly and said, "Ahem...I didn't finish my dinner, and I want to eat some more. Is there any sweet soup?"

"Yes, yes! Ma'am, go sit on the sofa for a while, and I'll let someone arrange it right away." Qian Hong said, and left the living room with Lu Zhaozhao's things.

Lu Zhaozhao changed his slippers, then pretended he didn't notice anything, walked to the sofa, and sat down next to Song Sinian.

Song Sinian glanced at Lu Zhaozhao, did not speak, but continued to flip through the documents in his hand.

He had indeed handed Lu Zhaozhao to Xia Wenjue before, but he hadn't seen Lu Zhaozhao all day, so he was inexplicably irritable.

Although Xia Wenjue reported Lu Zhaozhao's itinerary to him, it still didn't calm down his restless heart.

"Mr. Song, I'm back." Lu Zhaozhao tilted his head to look at Song Sinian, and asked with crooked eyes, "Are you busy now?"

Song Sinian looked up at Lu Zhaozhao, but still didn't speak.

He knew that he should answer Lu Zhaozhao now, but his lips moved, feeling inexplicably unable to open his mouth.

Naturally, Lu Zhaozhao also noticed Song Sinian's abnormality, but she pretended not to notice it, and stood up directly, "Since Mr. Song is busy, I'll go back to my room first, I..."

Just as she was about to take a step, someone grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of pitiful taste.

Lu Zhaozhao turned his head to look at Song Sinian who was holding her wrist tightly, and said with a smile, "Since Mr. Song has already said it, then I will definitely stay."

As she spoke, she was about to sit back on the sofa.

But before she could react, Song Sinian suddenly hugged her into his arms.

His big hands landed on her back and hugged her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

His head was buried on her shoulder, and he muttered sullenly: "I don't like you leaving me for so long, I'm uncomfortable."

Listening to him expressing his emotions so directly, Lu Zhaozhao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and directly wrapped Song Sinian's waist tightly with his small hands, "I don't like being away from you for so long, I like being with Mr. Song very much. "

In the past, words that would make people blush, just blurted out so naturally.

Lu Zhaozhao clearly felt that after Song Sinian heard her words, his tense state relaxed a lot.

As if to encourage her to continue, Lu Zhaozhao added, "I was thinking about Mr. Song all day outside today, so... are you thinking about me too?"

"En." Song Sinian blurted out almost without thinking.

He slowly let go of Lu Zhaozhao, who was holding him tightly, and lowered his head to press her lips.

His unsteady breath landed on the tip of her nose lightly and heavily, and the familiar Lengxiang enveloped her almost instantly.

The lips kissed by Song Sinian were slightly numb, and even his whole heart felt a subtle shudder.

Linked with the nerves, it penetrates into the limbs and bones.

His big hands kneaded her slender waist one after another, unloading all her strength, and fell into his arms weakly and bonelessly.

Lu Zhaozhao was really overwhelmed, this was the living room, and when Qian Hong came back from the kitchen and saw them like this, she really felt ashamed to face others.

She pushed Song Sinian with her little hands, her soft and powerless appearance was like a little flirt who wanted to refuse and welcome.

Song Sinian's big hand lightly squeezed her wrist and flipped it over, pushing her against the sofa.

He looked down at her condescendingly, the corners of his eyes had already been stained with crimson from lust.

"Zhao Zhao..." He whispered her name in a low hoarse voice, making her shiver uncontrollably.

She replied in a daze, and soon felt his cool lips pressed against him, once and for all, tender and tender.

The more he behaved like this, the more her heart became tingly, making her feel numb and itchy.

Lu Zhaozhao was so worn out by him that he gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed Song Sinian by the neckline, pulled him down, and gnawed hard on him twice.

Just when Song Sinian was in a daze, she straightened up like a carp, pushed Song Sinian down, and sat on his waist.

If Dr. Tian hadn't said that Song Sinian's situation had to be dealt with slowly, she really wanted to deal with him directly!
Lu Zhaozhao's little hands rested on Song Sinian's chest, and her eyebrows followed his slightly open neckline upwards.

It's been a while since he's been at home, so he took off his bow tie. She just roughly tore off a button on the collar of his meticulous shirt. At this time, the exposed neck is slender and fair...

Her little hand couldn't help but move up slowly, gently stroking everything she saw, down to the most protruding part of her neck.

As soon as she touched the sharp point, Song Sinian immediately grabbed her wrist.

He put her little hand on his chest, and just stared at her steadfastly, the desire in his eyes churned, like sparks falling into dry grass, igniting at the touch of a button.

"Mr. Song, I think..."

Want to do it for you now!
"Madam, sweet soup..."

As soon as Qian Hong came in with the sweet soup, she saw two people getting up and down on the sofa, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Hong changed his mouth, "The sweet soup is not hot enough, I'll make it hot again!!"

As she spoke, she was about to leave quickly with the dinner plate, but the things in her hands were too heavy.

She was worried that it would be smashed directly, so she could only bite the bullet and walk back.

"Aunt Qian!" Seeing this, Lu Zhaozhao hurriedly stopped her. "My... I think Mr. Song is also hungry, put the food here."

She climbed off Song Sinian's body in embarrassment, and opened her mouth bravely.

Fortunately, she didn't really do anything to Song Sinian just now, otherwise, when Qian Hong came, the picture she saw would be simply...

Lu Zhaozhao pursed his lips, sat on the sofa solemnly, and silently despised himself who was fascinated by sex.

How could Song Sinian be so easily confused?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help looking at Song Sinian who was still lying on the sofa and hadn't gotten up yet...

(End of this chapter)