Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 151 Stubborn and Cold (3)
She absolutely believed that Song Qiyan, who had taken off his clothes, had a [-]% success rate in seducing her.

Memory may be deceiving, but the body is the most honest thing.

"I'm sorry." She had no choice but to speak first, in front of this man who didn't know how to hide her emotions from her.

As the wrong party in this matter, she still has a fairly high awareness.

Before Song Qiyan could fully understand, Jin Ziqi had already walked up to him and knelt down.

She touched his feet with her white and beautiful hands, Song Qiyan stared blankly at the top of her hair, clumsily coordinated with her movements, and put his feet into the shoes.

Song Qiyan had the urge to pull his feet back at that moment.

This is the eldest lady of the Jin family, a high-ranking woman, how can she half kneel down and put on shoes for him?

If the mother-in-law sees it, she should whip him with a broom again...

At this time, shouldn't men kneel down and put shoes on for women?
He's done it before, but now, this woman is doing the same thing to him.

Seeing those hands touching his wheat-colored ankles, Song Qiyan's heart churned violently.

I don't know why, but my eyes are so sore that I want to shed tears.

Jin Ziqi reminded him uncontrollably of his mother, the elegant and noble lady from the Lan family.

She should be as beautiful as Jin Ziqi, right?

As soon as Jin Ziqi got up, his hand was tightly held in Song Qiyan's palm, so hot that he was about to sweat.

After walking through the porch and the hall, Song Qiyan suddenly stopped and turned to face her.

"What's the matter?" Jin Ziqi also slowed down and looked up at him.

I thought he would ask something, such as where have you been?What are you doing when you come back so late...

She looked into his dark but deep eyes, and began to spontaneously organize the answers in her brain.

Should she tell him that she met his classmate Qin Yuan?

While Jin Ziqi was hesitating, Song Qiyan let go of her hand, gently supported her slightly raised chin, and kissed her gently, extremely tenderly.

Light, soft, and slow, he held her lips, then let go, thinking it was over, but stuck them again.

Taste it lightly, but linger for a long time.

too good.

Jin Ziqi closed his eyes, feeling that the silent heart was full of flowers overflowing the edge.

Such a beautiful kiss, as if they were deeply in love.

But usually this doesn't last long.

Sure enough, Song Qiyan didn't disappoint her guess, he soon became short of breath, slowly clenched the hand holding her chin, and the tip of his tongue became restless.

Before he became passionate, Jin Ziqi couldn't help reaching out and gently pushing his tighter chest, wanting to end the kiss in public.

For her, stopping Song Qiyan didn't seem to be an easy task.

But this time, he obeyed her will, instead of only caring about his unstoppable desires like before.

Jin Ziqi was a little surprised at his cooperation, and looked up at him.

Song Qiyan coughed dryly after being stared at by her, as if he felt that this could resolve the awkward atmosphere.

In this pink and charming atmosphere, he seemed to think of something, took a step back, frowned and watched her as if she was looking for responsibility.

"Jin Ziqi, you are going too far!" The tone was deliberately lowered, appearing authoritative.

Jin Ziqi looked at the man whose expression changed for a while, in a daze.

"Why didn't you answer the phone when I called you, and turned off the phone!"

Jin Ziqi felt a little wronged by this accusation, she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Did you call me?"

"Otherwise? Do you think I will tell you such a low-level lie?"

After finishing speaking, it seemed that she was afraid that she would not believe it, so she ran to the sofa excitedly and took her mobile phone over.

Pointing to the dozens of call records above, there was another complaint: "Is there anyone like you who is a wife? My husband calls you and even transfers the voicemail. Will I dare to call you in the future?"

Of course, when Song Qiyan said this, he was still watching Jin Ziqi's expression.

Once she shows signs of anger, he will immediately stop in moderation, and even turn into a weak side.

In fact, instead of being angry, Jin Ziqi was in a daze, as if he would be beaten or scolded.

The man's self-esteem was instantly satisfied.

Jin Ziqi took out his mobile phone from his handbag, only to find that the battery was dead.

"I forgot to charge it last night. The battery was low and I shut it down."

"Then why is no one answering the phone in your office?"

"..."

Jin Ziqi paused, but Song Qiyan directly took away her chance to speak.

"Do you know that I'm worried?"

"I..." and was interrupted again.

"I made more than [-] phone calls and couldn't get through. I thought you were kidnapped!"

"How is it possible..." He was still interrupted by his next sentence without panting.

"What's my cell phone number?"

It is undeniable that Song Qiyan's thinking jumps too much, and some of them are unable to react.

Jin Ziqi was stunned for a moment, but still answered truthfully: "187—" It seemed that he only remembered these three numbers.

"Jin Ziqi, how can you do this?!" The man immediately frowned, "If you are outside alone, you lose your phone, you get lost again, and you don't have any money with you, what do you think you will do?"

Usually at this time, you can hail a taxi on the side of the road, and then tell the driver the address of her home, and ask him to take her home before paying. In this city, no one does not know Jin's, and she can also go to Jin's .

After Song Qiyan put forward this hypothesis, Jin Ziqi seriously made some assumptions.

The heirs of the family have all learned the course of crisis management at an early age.

Song Qiyan frowned, "At this time, you must need me the most, but you forgot my mobile phone number, what can I do? So, you must memorize my number."

He went back to the living room, tore a page from the notepad, and found a pen from the coffee table drawer.

Jin Ziqi stood where he was, quietly waiting for him to come back.

Soon Song Qiyan handed the written note to her.

"You must remember it in the shortest possible time, do you understand?"

Jin Ziqi nodded, and folded the note to hide it in the handbag, but a big hand stopped her.

"Jin Ziqi, what do you want to do?" The tone was a little furious.

"Put it in the bag and look at this string of numbers when you have time, and slowly remember it."

(End of this chapter)