Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 436 A Warm Night, New Year’s Gift (3)
She was still lost in her own thoughts, but Song Qiyan had put away the photo without a trace.

He lowered his head and let his gaze fall steadily on her face, "Did you overhear some big secret in the hospital toilet today?"

Unexpectedly, Song Qiyan would suddenly change the topic to his side, Jin Ziqi was a little unresponsive.

"Let me take a guess. It won't be a drama where the mistress murders the benefactor to seize the family property?"

Jin Ziqi raised her head, and saw the gentle curve of his mouth, and his squinted eyes, making him look like a big bad wolf coaxing a child, she couldn't help but laugh out softly .

Song Qiyan's eyes darkened, and he pulled her onto his lap with one hand, and hugged her against his chest.

Sitting on his lap, Jin Ziqi felt the muscles in his legs stiffen, but as if she didn't know it, she took a clean towel from the side and covered his head.

The upper half of his face was covered by the towel, only his tall nose and thin lips were exposed.

Song Qiyan leaned forward very cooperatively, with two solid arms tightly wrapped around her waist, one hand was lightly placed on her stomach, and the fiery breath filled her neck: "Wipe me dry."

She gently rubbed the towel with her ten fingers, trying to absorb the water droplets on the ends of his hair by the towel.

After a long while, he took the initiative to raise his hand and pulled the big towel off his head. A drop of water slowly fell along his temples and browbones. He stared at her eyes with tenderness and unlimited affection.

Jin Ziqi is not a romanticist, so he is somewhat embarrassed to be stared at like this.

"I'll put the towel back in the bathroom." He made an excuse and wanted to get out of his arms.

But he seemed to deliberately oppose her, increasing the strength in his hands, making her struggle futile.

Seeing her holding her breath and blushing a little, he let her go with a smile on his face. When she fled while stirring the innocent towel, behind him was his hearty laughter, showing no restraint.

After closing the bathroom door, she leaned against the back of the door for a while before walking to the washstand. The woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks, and she nodded at the cold mirror with some distress. She was always so easily aroused...

When Jin Ziqi calmed down and came out, he saw Song Qiyan sitting peacefully on the bed, and a pink box was placed where she had been sitting.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Qiyan looked up and waved to her: "Come and have a look."

"What?" She opened the box suspiciously, and there lay a delicate doll inside.

With straight black and smooth hair, wearing a white gauze skirt, she is very cute and charming.

Jin Ziqi touched his protruding belly subconsciously, "Are you so sure it's a daughter?"

Who knows, as soon as she uttered these words, the man with an earnest face instantly darkened his face, curled the corner of his mouth, turned his face away and remained silent for about a minute, and then turned his head back to focus on her.

"Didn't you realize that this doll looks a lot like a person?"

Song Qiyan was patient and persuasive, his eyes fixed on her face without blinking.

After being reminded by him, Jin Ziqi lowered her head and carefully observed the doll in her hand, especially the doll's face. She looked back and forth no less than five times before she saw some clues.

She blinked her beautiful eyes in surprise, put the doll on the bed, then stood up, looked back and forth, left and right, up and down, and suddenly, she stood in front of the fitting mirror with the doll, and was stunned.

That's a completely shrunken version of Jin Ziqi!

Although the doll's facial features are slightly exaggerated, her shadow can still be seen.

Staring at the doll in her hand, her heart felt warm, and she turned to look at him: "Is it custom-made?"

"A person as busy as I am at work, do you think he would have time to do these insignificant things? It's just a coincidence." He snorted in a tone of contempt for her IQ.

Jin Ziqi looked at him steadfastly. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed at the moment, glanced at her lazily, and mocked coldly: "Jin Ziqi, after getting along for so long, I just realized that you are so stinky."

Angry like this? !

Because she mistook it as a gift from him for the child?
"How can you give gifts like this?" Jin Ziqi looked at the doll and said casually.

"Keep it if you like it, and throw it away if you don't like it." He answered harshly.

Song Qiyan's tone was extremely flat, Jin Ziqi sounded as if he had been thrown cold water over his head.

She raised her hand and stroked the back of her neck, and the doll in her hand was looking at her curiously with a pair of big light brown eyes, as if saying: You are done, you offended a narrow-minded man!
Jin Ziqi pinched the doll's nose and sighed secretly: Who said otherwise!

She paced over slowly, Song Qiyan still cast his gaze on the night scene outside the window, not even giving her the corner of his eyes, she hesitated for a while, then suddenly bent down and pecked lightly on his cheek.

"I like the doll very much." As she said, she blushed and hugged the doll tightly with both hands.

Song Qiyan's figure was obviously taken aback, but he still put on a face, he did not bow down under Jin Ziqi's pomegranate skirt as easily as usual, and after a moment of stalemate, he stretched out his hand in front of her.

Jin Ziqi stared blankly at his empty palm, wondering what he wanted to do?

Song Qiyan stretched out his hand for a long time, and became impatient. When he turned his head, he saw Jin Ziqi's cloudy expression, and his handsome face became even more ugly.

He simply stopped playing charades with her, and directly asked for gifts: "Where's mine?"

"Huh?" Jin Ziqi was completely dumbfounded now, not knowing which song this was singing.

"I gave you a New Year's gift, didn't you express it?"

He blew his beard and stared, hopping anxiously, almost wagging his tail and circling around her feet.

Jin Ziqi was taken aback by him for a moment, and then he understood what he said. Song Qiyan grew up in a foreign country, and presumably he confused the Western Christmas with the Chinese New Year, thinking that during the Spring Festival, gifts should be given to each other.

But looking at his seemingly nonchalant expression that couldn't hide his excitement and disappointment, Jin Ziqi didn't pierce it. She pondered for a moment before patting her forehead: "I forgot it in the cloakroom."

Out of the corner of her eyes, she accurately caught his relieved look of joy, and she also became happy, but also a little apprehensive, and ran into the cloakroom after making up a random sentence.

Right now, it is time to find something that can be used as a gift for Song Qiyan...

Although Song Qiyan was sitting on the bed, his heart had already followed Jin Ziqi into the cloakroom.

(End of this chapter)