She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 649 Your Business Ability Is Not Good

Jing Xing's temper was gone after being tortured by her. He was lying on his back on the bed with his hands pressed by her, and it was rare for him to have the thought of reciting the Qingxin mantra.

If he is guilty, it should be the law that judges him, not sending a drunken little glutinous rice dumpling, who can't eat it, and has to accept her fanning the flames everywhere.

Jing Xing was distracted at first and was able to press down on the fire, but it wasn't until she gnawed up his collarbone stickyly that she bit his Adam's apple.

Jing Xing was not feeling well.

……

In the end, Lin Qingyou was out of breath and struggled to pull his hand away.

Jing Xing pressed against the corners of her lips, and his kissing movements became tender, his voice hoarse: "What are you hiding?"

"..."

Lin Qingyou turned her head away slightly, but was still a little out of breath.

After a while, Jing Xing licked the corner of his lips, gave a low laugh, and raised his final voice and said, "Is my service attitude good?"

Lin Qingyou didn't say a word, she lay down on him for a while to catch her breath, and then seriously thought about the question he said.

Jing Xing's hand stroked her back again and again, and asked again slowly: "Huh? Is it okay?"

Honesty is a virtue. Based on this principle, Lin Qingyou said very honestly: "Okay."

But before Jing Xing could say anything, she added another sentence: "But I still want to complain to you."

Jing Xing: "?"

What's the situation? If the service attitude is not good, you will be complained, and if you have a good attitude, you will be complained?

Jing Xing: "Why do you still want to complain to me?"

"Because your professional ability is not good." Lin Qingyou frowned slightly, and licked the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue, feeling an obvious tooth mark on her lips.

He bites.

Not good at business?Jing Xing narrowed his eyes, and his voice became dangerously hoarse: "Where is your business ability?"

Lin Qingyou said very vindictively: "You bite me!"

As she spoke, she pointed to the teeth marks on her lips to show him, and said preoccupiedly, "Look for yourself."

Jing Xing cooperatively raised his eyes to look over, and with the help of the dim night light, he saw a tooth mark on her lips that couldn't be more obvious, and it was the kind of tooth mark that he couldn't believe if he was knocked by a cup while drinking water.

"Otherwise," Jing Xing smiled again, rubbing his warm fingertips on her lips inexplicably, and said very negotiably, "I let you bite it back?"

Lin Qingyou thought about it for a while, and the proposal seemed to be quite feasible, but when she was about to nod her head in agreement, a long siren blared suddenly from outside the window.

Lin Qingyou's expression suddenly changed as if she heard some summoning bell: "It's over, the police are coming to arrest you!"

"……what?"

Before Jing Xing could react, she grabbed his wrist and stuffed him into the quilt with a soul.

Lin Qingyou let out a "shh", and quickly pulled the thin quilt at the end of the bed. After stuffing him in, she didn't finish, she also got in neatly, and then covered her head with the quilt.

Her series of movements were neat and crisp, and the whole process took no more than three seconds. Jing Xing didn't understand the connection between the long siren and his arrest until he was pulled by her and hid under the quilt together.

In the small and quiet space, the breathing sounds of the two were intertwined. In the darkness, Jing Xing couldn't see her face clearly, but could only feel her breath hitting the skin of his neck softly and not to be ignored. .

The temperature was getting hotter and hotter. I don't know if it was the air heating up or his body temperature. Jing Xing felt that if he didn't say anything to distract his attention, he might really have to shoot his gun.

He picked up a question and said, "Why did the police come to arrest me?"

Lin Qingyou seemed to be discerning the movement outside, and when she heard the sirens blared outside the window getting smaller and smaller, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and she was able to answer his question: "Because of the store you opened."

"My shop?"

"Yeah, don't you know it's illegal to open a duck shop?"

"..." Jing Xing said, "I'm doing regular business."

Lin Qingyou didn't believe his rhetoric, so she curled her lips and said, "A formal business still requires the boss to personally pick up customers and sell himself?"

"..."

Even in the dark, Jing Xing could still feel the "stop bragging" look she threw at him.

"All right." Jing Xing said with a sigh, "My store is not formal."

"Then you hide." Lin Qingyou lowered her voice nervously, "As long as you don't make a sound, you won't be caught."

"Okay, I'll hide." Jing Xing also imitated her and lowered his voice, but there was no hint of nervousness in his tone, "However, didn't you say that my shop is illegal, so why do you want to help me? "

"Because you're good-looking." Lin Qingyou said in a natural tone, "Handsome guys get special treatment."

"..."

Fine.

Once no one spoke, the air suddenly fell silent.

Jing Xing hid in the quilt, and had a rare experience of living like a year. Although his eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything, his breath was filled with the smell of glutinous rice balls.

Soft, sweet, with a faint milk flavor.

In Xiangzhou at the end of September, it was still hot and dry, and the temperature inside the quilt was also rising sharply.

I don't know if it was because of the dry heat in the air, or because of the milky smell from Lin Qingyou's body, within a few minutes, Jing Xing couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to lift the quilt and go out.

But she pressed her hand nervously: "What are you doing?"

"...I'll go out." Jing Xing said.

"No!" Lin Qingyou flatly refused, "The police car hasn't left yet."

"..."

For the first time in his life, Jing Xing knew what it was like to lift a rock and shoot himself in the foot.

Okay, he can bear it any longer.

Another 2 minutes later, Jing Xing relaxed his movements, and quietly stretched out his hand again.

Unsurprisingly, Lin Qingyou pinned it down again without fail.

I don't know how she noticed his movements in such a dark environment.

"No, what's the matter with you duck?" Lin Qingyou looked at him wonderingly.

"……what?"

"I told you that someone caught you outside, and you ran out desperately. Do you really want to be locked in a cage?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)