surrender to her

Chapter 67
He Liangchi had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and he held Meng Cheng by the waist, preventing her from falling, but his right foot was not spared, and it sprained firmly.

With his support, Meng Cheng stood up straight, his right leg was slightly bent, and he didn't dare to use his strength to support the ground.

He Liangchi squatted down to check, rolled up the hem of his jeans, and pressed lightly on the side of her fair and thin ankle that was obviously flushed.

She immediately wrinkled her face: "Huh, it hurts..."

He Liangchi frowned, carefully put down his trouser legs, and said calmly, "Go to the hospital."

"Ah?" Meng Cheng didn't want to bother to go to the hospital anymore, so he tried to turn his ankle, "Actually...it doesn't hurt that much."

He Liangchi: "..."

"If you can walk, you shouldn't have hurt your bones..." Meng Chengyun put a little force on his right leg, trying to take two steps forward, but in the end he limped and hopped and couldn't stand still because of the pain: "Hiss..."

"Don't move around, go to the hospital to be safe." He Liangchi hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, giving her a support point when she was swaying from side to side. Watching her bend down: "Come up."

Meng Cheng's thick black eyelashes flickered, and it took two seconds for him to realize: "Are you going to carry me?"

He Liangchi turned his head: "Can you still go?"

"I can't, I can't... I should be lame..." Meng Cheng immediately shook his head like a rattle, and threw himself on his broad back happily.

"..."

He Liangchi supported her slender legs wrapped in two elastic fabric jeans, and carried her on her back steadily.

After walking a few steps, Meng Cheng asked a question that all girls would care about more or less: "Am I heavy?"

"Not heavy, very light."

It was probably because his still steady breath when he spoke confirmed the authenticity of his answer. Meng Cheng's psychological burden was completely relieved, and the strained upper body was relieved, and he bent down, lying limply on his back, with his arms hanging down. on his shoulder.

"It's too light." After a while, he added a sentence with a more emphatic tone, and there was a hint of concern and other meanings in the words-Meng Cheng was considered tall among girls, and the weight on his back was really too thin.

Meng Cheng deliberately misunderstood: "What? Do you like plump ones?"

She rubbed it restlessly as she spoke, "But my breasts are not small, don't you feel it?"

He Liangchi: "..."

His sharp Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his tone became stiff: "I... didn't mean that..."

"Pfft ha ha..." Meng Cheng laughed crisply and brightly, trembling on his back, "Ah Chi, do you know? Every time you are so cute, I really want to kiss you."

"..."

The side profile of the young man was thin, and the beam of light from the west was shining through the scorched leaves and half-bare branches in late autumn, dyeing his hair and eyelashes golden brown.

The sharp and straight bridge of the nose is clearly defined under the cold white and transparent skin color, and the line from the jaw to the neck is like a string of a string, tight and graceful, like a character drawn with a fine pen in a comic.

Every detail of this face looks so good that it doesn't seem like a real person, except for the unnatural blush on the cheek that has emerged silently since just now.

After watching him closely for a while, Meng Cheng put his thoughts into practice, carried out the policy of action rather than action, he raised his chin quickly, kissed him on the face, then switched to the other side as fast as he could, and gave another kiss .

He Liangchi: "..."

He couldn't help but slow down, the rustling of fallen leaves, the sound of wind caused by birds flying by, the sound of cars honking outside the sidewalk, all disappeared, and the scene in his sight became blurred and blurred. Somewhere in the beating is hot.

Then, the warm breath from the girl's lips poured into his ear socket with soft words: "Achi, Achi, turn around, I have something to tell you."

He Liangchi looked forward and stepped forward, without saying a word or moving.

"Oh, why don't you turn around." Meng Cheng shook his shoulder coquettishly, then raised two fingers together, and assured him that there is no silver 300 taels here: "I really have something to say, I definitely don't want to kiss you .”

He Liangchi: "..."

Her mouth was almost close to his ear, and he had to turn his head to listen to what she said.

Despite the little fox's clumsy excuses, he still turned his head a bit away as he said, and as expected, a soft feather-like kiss was imprinted on the corner of his mouth, and he left after touching it.

Breathing hard, as if being strangled to cut off the oxygen, He Liangchi's face turned redder, his expression didn't seem to change, but there was a faint helpless smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and he pinched her calf : "Don't move around, be honest."

"Oh." Satisfied with beauty, Meng Cheng was obedient.

The milk tea shop was at the corner of the intersection at the end, and the pink bubbles were mixed with cream and sweet. When the two of them saw He Jinming standing in front of the shop almost at the same time, they apparently burst with a "boo".

On the other side, not only He Jinming, but even the three melon-eaters behind the shop door were stunned when they saw their up and down gestures.

Song Xinyuan clucked his tongue: "Meng Cheng's IQ was zero before, but now it's all right, and his ability to act has returned to zero..."

Gao Wenbo was blinded by a pair of titanium alloy dog ​​eyes, and he sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Hey!"

Instead, he said to Song Xinyuan: "So you know why you fall in love every time for more than a month, right? You really have to learn from Sister Cheng, when you should be a little girl, you have to be a little girl. It's like your hands and feet are itchy every day." It’s a gangster’s style to have to do two tricks with your boyfriend and then beat him to the ground to ask if you don’t agree, and you don’t know whether you’re looking for a partner or a training partner, and you won’t be able to marry in this life.”

"..." Song Xinyuan seriously reflected on his love life: "Do I have any?"

Xiang Zhao looked enviously: "This one is driving a cow, and I want Lao He to carry it on my back too."

Gao Wenbo twisted his neck and talked to Song Xinyuan, and he didn't miss the answer when he looked back: "In the next life, I will be reincarnated separately from the dick, and there may be a slim chance of one in a hundred billion."

Xiang Zhao: "..."

He Jinming didn't have the relaxed mood of them chatting while chewing dog food. He walked over with a livid face, trying to pretend that He Liangchi didn't exist, but there was really no way to pretend that he didn't exist, especially since he was carrying Meng Cheng behind his back.

As a result, his expression became more and more weird. He suppressed his impulsive emotions and forced the words out of his throat: "Meng Cheng, I have something to tell you."

After the words fell, he hurriedly added two words: "Alone."

The arrangements He Zhixiao made for He Liangchi deliberately avoided He Jinming. From the moment he learned of the existence of the other party to the present, the number of times the two of them have met can be counted on one hand.

A pampered young master and an unrecognized extramarital son, the common blood relationship in their bodies not only did not awaken each other's sense of the same root, but it was the source of the two brothers' incompatibility. Several times they met, they were tit for tat. Hands-on is already a friendly situation.

The airflow in the air seemed to be automatically divided into two waves with clear boundaries, silently confronting each other without showing any weakness.

But it was obvious that He Jinming was more bluffing, because He Liangchi was too lazy to talk to him.

"Ahem." Meng Cheng was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't see He Liangchi's reaction from this angle. He didn't move for a long time, so she could only pat him on the shoulder, signaling to put her down.

Only then did He Liangchi bend his knees and descend, and Meng Cheng landed smoothly, without making his ankle too obvious, he put his arm around him, and said to He Jinming: "If you have anything to say, just say it here, there seems to be something between us. There are no secret topics."

(End of this chapter)