kiss on his heart

Chapter 2 My sister is a bit fierce

When Song Ruanqing heard this, the hand holding the fruit knife paused, and his eyes darkened as he looked at the blade of the knife that shone coldly in the sun.

Is it too late to kick him out now?Who is your childhood sweetheart?
Song Ruanqing placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, and the porcelain and glass collided with each other, making a harsh sound.

"Your room is on the left. It has not been tidied up. There are bedding and daily necessities. Turn left after leaving the community and there is a shopping mall. You can buy it yourself. I have something to do and have to go out. The door code will be sent to your mobile phone later." Song Ruanqing He quickly called up the QR code and signaled Jiang Jingyuan to add him, his expression full of impatience.

"Thank you Sister Song Song." Jiang Jingyuan sat up straight and added Song Ruanqing's WeChat message obediently.

Hearing this, the people chattering on their mobile phones fell silent, but their chat group exploded.

"My beautiful sister has such a bad temper."

"Brother Jiang will not be bullied."

"Who else can bully Brother Jiang? It's not like you have never seen me, Brother Jiang, using his dirty tricks to cause harm."

"Those are childhood sweethearts! Isn't it nice to make friends with each other?"

Jiang Jingyuan watched Song Ruanqing go out, looked at the messages in the chat group, and sent a message close to his mobile phone. There was no trace of blame in his tone, but a little more joy: "It's all your fault that I was scolded by my beautiful sister."

"Oh, I believe your evil."

"Ah."

Jiang Jingyuan entered the room. Apart from a bed and a set of combined wardrobes, it was basically empty.

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The sun was setting in the west, and a ray of rays of light reflected on the white wall through the window, adding a touch of light to the dark interior.

Song Ruanqing stepped off the white shoes on his feet and hurriedly opened the refrigerator before he could put on his home shoes.

The moment he held the bottle of water in his slender and delicate hands, a slight chill spread throughout his body through his arms.

The black coat that Song Ruanqing wore when going out was tied around her slim waist, and she only wore a tight-fitting halter top on her upper body. The hollow design on the collarbone was dotted with fine diamonds, which looked colorful under the light. Song Ruanqing's curvy figure is even more attractive.

Song Ruanqing's soft lips parted slightly, biting the hair tie, raised her hands to comb her hair, and tied her long hair tightly skillfully, but there were still a few strands of sticky wet hair stuck to her neck, which could not be smoothed down.

After practicing dance for only two and a half hours, Song Ruanqing's whole body looked like it had been fished out of the water.

She raised her head and drank the ice water in one gulp, threw the bottle into the trash can, and walked to the door, but was attracted by the conversation coming from the other side.

The door to the opposite room was ajar. Song Ruanqing stopped and saw through the door the boy he had just met in the morning. His hair had been dyed back to black, and he was standing thinly beside the bed. He was holding the sheets that had not been laid down with one hand and the other. Holding the phone attached to your ear.

"Ms. Qiao, everything is fine. Sister Ruan Qing is very nice and very enthusiastic towards me. You don't have to worry. Your son will be back in a few months."

For some reason, Song Ruanqing suddenly felt like a light on his back, and waves of guilt surged into his heart.

Was your attitude toward him worse this morning?Not to mention that he is two years younger than me, but his behavior in the morning was quite polite. Doesn't it mean that we can't get along harmoniously?
And with his family's financial situation, he doesn't have to rely on me for a while.

Since my mother promised Aunt Qiao, I can't shame him.

Song Ruanqing bit her lower lip lightly, thinking that there was a battle between heaven and man in her mind.In the end, reason defeated her sensibility. When there was no more conversation in the room, she knocked on the door.

"Have you eaten?" Song Ruanqing walked to the bed, bent down and pulled the brand new sheets, and skillfully made the bed for him.

"Have eaten, Sister Song Song. There is a meal I packed for you on the table. It should still be hot." Jiang Jingyuan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and looked at the neatly dressed Song Ruanqing. The tips of his ears were reddish and he tilted his head unnaturally. Try not to look at her figure.

"Thank you."

The two made the bed, cleaned the guest room together, and then rested on the sofa for a while.

"I originally wanted to live alone, so I changed the layout a little. There is only one bathroom in the house. Do you mind?" Song Ruanqing opened the lid of the lunch box, which contained her favorite fried prawns and king oyster mushrooms. Meat.

She raised her head in surprise and saw Jiang Jingyuan's slightly uncomfortable expression.

"I asked Aunt Wan, do you like eating these." Jiang Jingyuan looked away and picked up the remote control to divert his attention.

Song Ruanqing smiled, obviously very satisfied with his care.

At this time, the mobile phone placed at the entrance rang several times. Jiang Jingyuan stood up and walked over. The screen of the mobile phone was still on, with WeChat messages one after another. Jiang Jingyuan read through the bright chat history.

This guy's profile picture is so ugly.

Jiang Jingyuan frowned silently, glanced at his WeChat name, there wasn't even a note, and he felt instantly happier.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, I haven't looked at it." Jiang Jingyuan handed over the phone, as if he didn't care about her social circle. He sank into the sofa and played the game console carelessly.

Song Ruanqing unlocked it with his fingerprint and pulled out the information.She felt that this boy was extremely boring, and her face showed undisguised impatience.

"As for your dance partner, you should find someone else. And I won't be in this class again."

"Sister Song Song, something happened today?"

Song Ruanqing raised his eyes, grinned, and said in a disdainful tone: "If you don't know people well, you will meet a trash."

Immediately, the list person is pulled into the blacklist.

It seems that the kick in the afternoon was too gentle, and he should have been deprived of any descendants...

(End of this chapter)