She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 617

No, is that the point?

"Okay." Lin Qingyou sighed, and continued to follow his words, "Then I will remind you, boyfriend, my focus is on the second half of the sentence just now."

"Huh?" Jing Xing hooked her hair with his fingertips, circling it casually, "Your boyfriend said that he is selectively deaf, and couldn't hear the second half of what you said."

"..."

"Besides, this counts as intimacy?" Jing Xing let go of his hand suddenly, and spread out the hair tails wrapped around his slender fingertips in circles. With his hands propped up on the seat, he leaned forward and looked at him with a half-smile. Looking at her, the voice was ambiguously suppressed, "I haven't done the intimate thing yet."

"..."

Lin Qingyou swears, this is definitely not her wishful thinking.

What Jing Xing wanted to express was clearly "what I said is what you think".

"What are you thinking about?" His black eyes became narrower, he raised his hand to touch her face, and asked knowingly, "Why are you blushing?"

"..."

Not to mention blushing, she felt that the bases of her ears were burning hot. Lin Qingyou took a deep breath, and slapped his hands off expressionlessly: "Donor, please respect yourself. I didn't think about anything. I'm a monk with five aggregates." It's all empty, don't lie, if you say you don't think about it, you don't think about it."

Jing Xing suppressed a smile, and dragged his tone in an unserious voice: "Oh... a monk, the Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is fourty-nine, this female benefactor, I don't know which way you practice?"

Lin Qingyou didn't squint, looked at the nose, nose and heart and said: "Guan Zizai Bodhisattva, if you travel in a deep boat, if there are many paramitas, you will see that the five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships. .”

Jing Xing's brows raised lazily: "If you move your heart, you will not be able to escape from Buddhism."

He leaned against the back seat with the corners of his lips bent, kneading her soft fingertips with his right hand, and there was an unconcealable smile in his voice: "Female benefactor, you are six unclean, and the world of mortals cannot be broken. How can the Buddha accept you?"

"..."

This was the first time someone said that she was impure. Anyone who saw her before would have to sigh from the bottom of her heart. It's a pity that the little girl of Dover nature doesn't wear a cassock and go to the temple to knock wooden fish.

Lin Qingyou was a little unhappy, pulled her claws out of his hand, and asked him, "How can you tell that I have six dirty penis?"

"Eyes." Jing Xing tilted his head to look at her, and gave a very straightforward answer.

Lin Qingyou blinked subconsciously.

"Xiao Tuanzi, have you heard a word?" Jing Xing pulled her hand over as if to comfort a furry kitten, and kneaded her hand slowly, "You can't hide your liking for someone, even if If you cover your mouth, it will leak out of your eyes."

"..."

For a moment, Lin Qingyou seemed to be asking him, but also seemed to be talking to herself, and muttered to herself: "Is my performance so obvious?"

Thinking that she would refute, but did not expect to hear such an answer, Jing Xing was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Youyou?" After a moment of silence, he suddenly called her.

"Huh?" Lin Qingyou was imprisoned by him the moment she turned her head, "Jing Xing, you..."

The unfinished ending sound disappeared in the blend of lips and teeth.

After a while, his kiss fell down her neckline, and he called her name again, as if to say something.

Lin Qingyou's whole mind was hooked by him, and she didn't hear what he said clearly, so she just replied vaguely, "Huh?"

Jing Xing lowered his head and rested his head on the crest of her neck, his voice hoarse: "Think about it?"

Lin Qingyou: "?"

Lin Qingyou heard it clearly this time, it was because his subject changed too quickly, she couldn't react for a while, and asked in a dull voice, "What are you thinking about?"

"Take care of me." Jing Xing laughed lightly, kissed her neck tenderly, and threw out a bait, "I will carry your bag during the day and warm your bed at night. The fee is reasonable, and you can't buy it." If you suffer a loss, you can’t buy it and be fooled.”

This general tone of salesmanship...

But Lin Qingyou asked in a strange way: "How much?"

Jing Xing smiled and didn't answer, but threw the question to her again like kicking a ball: "What do you think?"

As a profiteer, of course it is necessary to lower the price as much as possible. Lin Qingyou cleared her throat and was about to speak, but Jing Xing straightened up, casually raised her chin, and said in a low voice, "Hey, look up!" Look at my face and talk."

"..."

The sentence "I think free is best" that came to the tip of Lin Qingyou's tongue immediately choked back.

Not to mention anything else, just look at his face, let alone free, even if he charges one million a month, rich women who want to keep him can line up from here to outside the second ring road of Xiangzhou.

Lin Qingyou stared at him for a while, and then thought about her choice of words: "Are you going to sell yourself, or do you want to sell yourself?"

"That depends on who the buyer is." Jing Xing chuckled, his eyes dark as ink, "For others, I'm a performer, for you..."

Speaking of this, his eyes turned around her, and he paused for ulterior motives.

"..."

Lin Qingyou shuddered at his aggressive eyes, and could almost imagine what his next sentence would be.

"Just sell yourself to me?" Lin Qingyou asked.

"No." The corners of Jing Xing's eyes curled up a little playfully, "Girlfriends are an exception."

He bullied her, picked up a strand of her hair with his fingertips, lowered his eyes and sniffed lightly, but what he said was not serious: "To my girlfriend, I mainly sell myself, and by the way, I also work part-time as a busker."

"..."

Through the windshield in front, Lin Qingyou saw Cheng Xu and Liang Jidong walking from the front from a distance. The two people were like a Christmas tree full of gift bags, carrying shopping bags of big and small treasures, and they walked with difficulty step by step. I don't know how many things I bought.

Now that a light bulb came over, Lin Qingyou stopped talking with Jing Xing, she pushed his shoulders, let him sit upright in the back seat, and then unilaterally announced the end of the conversation: "No, I'm poor ,can not afford."

"No, we can discuss it again." Jing Xing looked a little regretful, and said with a sideways face, "I think this matter is negotiable, and I can give you a [-]% discount."

Lin Qingyou was unmoved, and refused indifferently: "No."

"How about [-]% off? [-]% off? It's really not possible, I can do it upside down."

"..."

(End of this chapter)