kiss on his heart

Chapter 100 Boyfriend Daily Life
[The review is great, I really didn’t write anything wrong, the social review will always be in my heart.It's really just ordinary slapstick and bitching, please give me a break.A grateful heart, a young couple’s ordinary daily life, and a filial piety to a good boyfriend 24 hours a day. 】

Jiang Jingyuan remained silent and seemed to be getting bolder.

She shouted in a low voice, but the magnetic field between the two changed and seemed to remain the same. Jiang Jingyuan laughed, maybe because he got it, he stopped pretending to be good.

Song Ruanqing only felt that he was being controlled by him.

When she heard this, she was furious.But she also forgot that she didn't have this thing at home, so it didn't happen like this yesterday.

She made fists with both hands and punched him hard.

Jiang Jingyuan didn't resist, but just got a little closer.

Song Ruanqing's face turned red from suppressing his emotions, his eyes were filled with tears, and he was as tender as water.

But it's just talk, Jiang Jingyuan is not willing to do it.

Jiang Jingyuan pulled Song Ruanqing into the bathroom. He carefully wiped her hands with hand sanitizer, not even missing the nails.

Song Ruanqing stared blankly at Jiang Jingyuan in the mirror, who was lowering his head to wash her hands. He looked serious and focused, with most of his face covered by broken hair.

Sure enough, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. When Jiang Jingyuan wears clothes, she is like a noble person in the world. Otherwise, it is like fireworks in the world, igniting her like a spark starting a prairie fire.

She snorted unconsciously, causing the man behind her to raise his eyes.

The eyes that glowed with faint fire had not yet regained their clarity, and there was a lot of "continue if you are not honest" drama flowing in them.

Song Ruanqing quickly lowered his head, completely losing his usual habit of bullying Jiang Jingyuan.

Jiang Jingyuan took the handkerchief on the side, wiped her hands dry, and patted her head, "Go to work."

"Oh."

He was simply pinched to death.

She subconsciously picked up her bag and was about to go out. Suddenly she thought of something and wanted to say a few words to him. She turned back to the bathroom and saw a man sitting on a small wooden stool, washing clothes for her.

It's a really strong impact.

Song Ruanqing stammered, "No... don't you need to wash it?"

Jiang Jingyuan raised his head, frowned, as if he didn't agree with her suggestion, and said with a serious expression: "Of course I should wash the things I soiled."

Song Ruanqing was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he could wash it if he liked.

Distressed man, unlucky for a lifetime.

This is right, Song Ruanqing kept brainwashing himself.

Because the man covered his body too tightly and deliberately avoided the monitored road when walking, it was difficult to get a clue about the matter, and in the end it was left unsolved.

Fortunately, Jiang Jingyuan was on vacation. In order to ensure Song Ruanqing's safety, he dropped off early and picked up late, and never missed a day.

After going back and forth, colleagues in the department thought that Dr. Song was in love, and the partner was very handsome.

However, despite Song Ruanqing's explanation, no one believed that a so-called brother who had nothing to do with anything would send her to work every day, rain or shine.

Xu Tian was so busy these days that he had no time to talk to Song Ruanqing. He didn't bother to talk about the things that Song Ruanqing didn't like. He just laughed when he knew that Song Ruanqing and Jiang Jingyuan were together. "Hey, brother, it's not easy."

So, seeing Jiang Jingyuan pick up and drop off Song Ruanqing every day, she felt that the love affair became more and more boring. Fortunately, Xue Yan is also a sensible person. Seeing Xu Tian's depression, after understanding the reason, a bouquet of flowers every day will surely reach her even if she is far away.

Song Ruanqing ignored Xu Tian's small things. In her opinion, material things were empty.

But being stimulated by Xu Tian every day, coupled with the little nurse's compliments on her, it was inevitable that she would become mentally unbalanced.

Human beings always have seven emotions and six desires. If there is no competitiveness and comparison mentality, then it is not Song Ruanqing.

So that day, Song Ruanqing sat in the car as usual, with a small face and not much enthusiasm.

Jiang Jingyuan only thought that she was angry with the patient in the hospital and just gave her some time to recover. He did not disturb her and just drove the car in silence.

Song Ruanqing looked at the bright lights outside the window. The man's clear jawline was reflected in the car window, and his side face flickered in and out of light.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, put the other hand on the car window, and tapped his chin.

Not even halfway through the journey, he heard Song Ruanqing sighing for countless times, and he said slowly: "Who messed with you?"

Song Ruanqing turned away, his meaning was obvious.

Who else could it be?

"When did I mess with you again?"

Sure enough, after the man had eaten the meat, he took off his disguise. He was no longer the Jiang Jingyuan who pleased his sister.

Song Ruanqing closed his eyes and still didn't speak. His twitching fingers were twisted together, as if breathing out of the air, which was extremely awkward.

Jiang Jingyuan found a piece of land, parked the car aside, took off his seat belt, turned sideways and straightened her small face, with a smile on his face: "What did I do to you? Are you so unhappy?"

Looking at Jiang Jingyuan's smiling face, she seemed to be even more angry, and slapped his finger bones, leaving red marks.

"Tell me? Let me understand it too."

Jiang Jingyuan quit smoking, but he still retained the habit of smoking. He twisted the lighter between his fingers with loose movements. When he turned his head and looked at Song Ruanqing, he saw Song Ruanqing shrinking.

Jiang Jingyuan, isn't he holding back something bad?
"You are my boyfriend, and you don't know how to buy me flowers? You don't do anything a boyfriend should do."

Song Ruanqing's soft voice reached his ears, making him chuckle.

Song Ruanqing is still Song Ruanqing, but she has become a bit of a womanizer.

"I did it. Didn't I feed you well every day? Apart from this, do you forget about the food I cooked for you every day?"

He still has the face to say this?

"Is that what I'm talking about?"

Song Ruanqing became anxious and turned around to watch him argue.

It seems that Xu Tian has made her angry these days.

"Hmm..." Jiang Jingyuan rubbed the top of her head randomly, messing up her soft hair. He nodded and looked at her teasingly, as if he was holding Song Ruanqing's three inches and trying to figure it out. Said: "Aren't the things you mentioned all things that a decent boyfriend should do?"

Immediately, the words softened again, with a bit of grievance: "I'm your boyfriend who can't see the light, it's not appropriate for me to give you flowers, right? Ms. Qiao is not a naive child, she can understand."

Song Ruanqing was in a battle between heaven and earth, and his mind was in a mess, but he couldn't bear to give up what he had promised, so he could only say frankly without confidence: "Jiang Jingyuan, did you do it on purpose? According to what you said, shouldn't you still have a clue? Is your girlfriend here to support you?"

Jiang Jingyuan smoothed her hair and touched her forehead, which made her blush instantly: "Song Ruanqing, when will you turn me into a regular person? You can enjoy the fun of being in an honest relationship again."

"You! Humph! Don't even think about entering my house today!"

Song Ruanqing said fiercely, but there was no momentum, and in Jiang Jingyuan's eyes, it was just paper.

He circled the tip of his tongue in his mouth and pronounced the words clearly: "Then...it's not up to you, sister. And...is that your home? Is your name written in the house book?"

It's annoying!I can’t fight again and again, and I can’t speak again and again!
But having said that, Jiang Jingyuan cooked dinner. While the two of them were busy doing their own things in Chuhehanjie, the doorbell rang.

Song Ruanqing kicked Jiang Jingyuan, "Open the door, why are you holding on?"

Jiang Jingyuan ignored her, changed his sitting position, stared at the computer screen and typed on the keyboard.

The doorbell continued to ring, then banged again.

Song Ruanqing had no choice but to open the door. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, his arms were filled with flowers, which were very heavy and huge, and he didn't know how many flowers they had.

Song Ruanqing signed with great difficulty and moved the flowers in.

"You bought it?"

Song Ruanqing looked at the roses in front of him with an unnatural expression.

Suddenly, I felt slapped in the face.

Jiang Jingyuan only glanced at her and said 'hmm'.

Then he closed the computer and took the bouquet from her hand: "Didn't you say you like flowers? I can't give them to you during the day, but I will give them to you at night for fun."

Jiang Jingyuan is a person who always likes to make little surprises.

Song Ruanqing was sweet in her heart, and she couldn't be happier, but her face was still pretending to be calm, with a sullen little face, proudly: "You're still smart."

Jiang Jingyuan sat on the ground, looked at her, raised his eyebrows and said, "Count?"

"Are you so bored?"

Song Ruanqing's eyes widened, he really didn't expect such an operation.

Jiang Jingyuan is allergic to romance, right?
"Anyway, being idle is idle. Could it be that you want to do something else?"

Haha, that's not necessary...

Song Ruanqing was pulled by him to sit on the ground.

Jiang Jingyuan didn't know where he got so many vases. Song Ruan counted one flower and he put the flower into the vase.

By the time the count was over, the living room was already in a mess. On the ground were only wrapping ribbons and fallen leaves.

After Song Ruanqing counted the last flower, he lay on the ground with a pillow and said with emotion: "This store is really honest..."

The man beside her looked at her with a hook in his eyes that he couldn't hide.

He walked to the balcony, closed the curtains, and then pulled the person to sit on his lap.

Song Ruanqing looked like a cartilaginous animal, resting his head on his neck and shoulders, breathing heavily.

"Happy?"

Song Ruanqing said: "Just give it a try."

"Then it's my turn to be happy."

Realizing what Jiang Jingyuan was going to do, she immediately held down his hand to prevent him from moving: "Did you eat something good? Those students every day are not enough for you to have a headache? Are you tired?"

"You are full of blood, you understand." Jiang Jingyuan's restless hands on her body made her angry.

Song Ruanqing was so disgusted that he stood up and was about to run away, but someone grabbed him and said, "Is it my turn? Why don't you go back to the bedroom? Just stay in the living room and take a shower later."

After Song Ruanqing heard this, he stared at Jiang Jingyuan in disbelief. This man is so courageous!

Before she could regain her senses, she suddenly felt a little pain under her stomach. Her legs were knocked on the coffee table. The person behind her was pulling her, his lips were pursed tightly, and he just held her without saying a word, like a debt collector. hungry ghost.

Song Ruanqing found it exciting and thrilling. She covered her mouth. She always felt that Jiang Jingyuan's current appearance was a bit scary, and she was afraid of shocking others. After all, there were children studying next door, and they couldn't bear the fright.

Jiang Jingyuan is really annoying, he doesn't look like a people's teacher at all.

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Fortunately, Song Ruanqing worked the night shift today and slept until daylight. Jiang Jingyuan was no longer around, and even the quilt was deserted.

Jiang Jingyuan had turned off the air conditioner early in the morning. The room was extremely stuffy and his body was extremely sticky.

She pushed back the hair that was scattered on her chest. She didn't wear any shoes and walked to the bathroom with bare feet.

Song Ruanqing rubbed his eyes gently, his brain was a mess, and his breathing began to become difficult.

'click'

The bathroom light came on, and she looked at herself in front of the mirror. Her fair skin was dotted with scarlet, her knees were bruised, bruised and bruised, and she couldn't bear to peek.

Boiling hot water poured down the hood, and the hot water stung my knees as if they were being pricked with needles.

She didn't waste much time. When she came out, there was a sound of closing the door, and then Jiang Jingyuan's voice sounded: "I brought breakfast, eat some. Wu Yanhan will come over for lunch later."

Song Ruanqing was surrounded by a white bath towel, his face turned pale, and he replied listlessly, and sat at the dining table breaking a slice of toast.

"Dip some blueberry sauce?"

Jiang Jingyuan took out a small bottle of jam from his shopping bag, opened it easily and placed it on the table, spreading the sauce on it for her.

"I'm so tired."

Song Ruanqing felt weak since she woke up, and the food she ate had no taste in her mouth. She had no appetite, so she picked up the milk at hand and took a sip, then shuffled to lie down on the sofa.

Jiang Jingyuan didn't mind the trouble. He took out her clothes from the closet and helped her put them on one by one.

At this time, he looked serious, with no other meaning.

Song Ruanqing watched, pinched Jiang Jingyuan's cheek, and said with a smile: "Are you serious enough today?"

Jiang Jingyuan really couldn't do anything to her, and no matter how much strength she used, he just took her hand off and pulled the end of her hair: "Don't move."

When changing clothes, he looked at the bruises on her knees, and for some reason, he felt a little happy and proud.

This possessiveness came from within, and he pretended to be nice: "I'll be gentler next time."

Song Ruanqing pursed her lips and never paid attention to what he said.

Just listen to what this man says, but don't take it seriously.

Song Ruanqing raised his foot and kicked him away, hiding further: "Jiang Jingyuan, your credibility with me is now negative."

After being kicked by her, he just sat on the white velvet carpet with his hands behind his back.

When he came back today, he took off his tie and now hung it casually on his white collar. Due to his current posture, his clothes were tight on his chest, but the wrinkles on his waist and abdomen were obvious.

Song Ruanqing couldn't help but move her gaze downwards, then she felt something was wrong and took a peek at him, which happened to fall into his smiling eyes.

"Still thinking about it?"

He didn't specify what he was thinking about, but Song Ruanqing knew what he was talking about.

Maybe after staying with Jiang Jingyuan for a long time, the youthful feeling of her mother-in-law solo has disappeared, and she has become calm and composed in the face of Jiang Jingyuan's teasing.

"I'm afraid you don't have enough food."

The corners of Jiang Jingyuan's mouth kept rising. He looked at the woman on the sofa and saw her burying her face between her legs, revealing only her eyes that refused to admit defeat.

He couldn't help but tease her.

Jiang Jingyuan stood up, unbuttoned the two top buttons, then leaned forward, quickly grabbed her delicate ankles, and pulled her back. Song Ruanqing threw herself on him and hugged her.

　I've been banned a lot lately, so be sure to check the preface to see if it's a duplicate before buying it. It takes too long to unblock, so I'm not posting duplicate chapters, it's just that they've been swallowed.

　　
　
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