sweet candy

Chapter 120 Can you take it out?
Just half an hour later, Meng Shi finished checking the paper.

He also wanted to say a few words of thanks to Dean Tang. Dean Tang hung up the phone decisively when he finished the last word of the thesis, and Meng Shi didn't say a single punctuation mark.

"..."

He looked at the result of his hard work in doubt, and was a little nervous. Is Dean Tang dissatisfied?

After struggling for a long time, Meng Shi sent Tang Zhihuan a WeChat message.

Meng Shi: Dean Tang, what do you think is dissatisfied?

After waiting for 10 minutes, there was no reply from Tang Zhihuan.

Meng Shi stayed up for two nights preparing these materials. Although he was worried at this time, he was also extremely exhausted. He yawned and suddenly became less nervous.

Maybe Dean Tang was sleepy after listening to his data analysis for so long, so he hung up the call record directly.

Thinking of this, Meng Shi stretched his waist, took a shower in the bathroom, and collapsed on the bed.

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After listening to Meng Shi's report, Tang Zhihuan hung up the phone and went to the kitchen to drink some water before heading to the bedroom.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, a faint scent of perfume rushed over, the man's eyes flickered, and he walked in calmly.

Song Xixi didn't sleep, as soon as he came in, he met her eyes, with a deep smile, holding back his naughtiness.

Song Xixi knelt on the bed, hugging a pillow in her arms, her chestnut hair was tied into a high bun on top of her head, and she was only wearing Tang Zhihuan's shirt.

The top three buttons were left unbuttoned, revealing a large white shoulder blade.

Tang Zhihuan looked at her, his eyes darkened, and walked to the bed, he looked down from above, and at a glance he saw that Song Xixi was only wearing his shirt.

"Ok?"

There was a bit of satisfaction in the tone of doubt.

Song Xixi hooked his arm charmingly, blinked her eyes: "Do you like it?"

"Ah."

Tang Zhihuan took off his glasses with one hand, put them on the bedside table casually, leaned over and raised her pointed chin, and met her wet eyes: "What are you doing, aren't you talking about sleeping?"

"It's sleep..."

The corner of the man's mouth hooked into a smile, and asked her, "Do you want to turn off the light?"

Song Xixi's face turned red, her eyes sparkled, and she shook her head.

……

Everything went smoothly, when Tang Zhihuan opened the drawer in the second row of the bedside table, the veins on his forehead suddenly popped up, restraining the person who was shaking in his arms.

"What about things?"

Song Xixi was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at him, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "I'm hiding."

"..."

The man's face darkened.

Song Xixi swallowed, and took the initiative to approach him: "I just want a baby, even if you are busy, our mother will help take care of it, and they all want us to have a baby as soon as possible."

Tang Zhihuan finally understands now, no wonder Song Xixi is so abnormal, holding back bad things.

He silently took two deep breaths, looked at the woman who was trying to please him, gritted his teeth secretly, and remained calm.

Song Xixi worked hard for a long time, but this man just didn't respond to her.

She was in an abnormal state of mind, the sound of her heartbeat shook her eardrums, and she was dizzy.

Yu Cha's method really hurt a thousand people and hurt himself eight hundred.

Too bad.

Just when she was about to give up, Tang Zhihuan suddenly responded with a bit of ruthlessness.

"Do you want?"

These few days are Song Xixi's dangerous period, the possibility of pregnancy is extremely high.

Song Xixi nodded and squeezed out a voice between her teeth, "I want..."

"But I don't want it anymore."

Tang Zhihuan suddenly showed a bored look, turned over and lay down with his back to Song Xixi, breathing gradually smooth.

"..."

Song Xixi was stunned.

My heart was empty, as if something was missing, and it was hot and uncomfortable.

She turned her head and looked at the man whose back was facing her, as if she had really fallen asleep.

"Tang Zhihuan?"

"..." No one answered her.

"husband……"

"..." Still shouldn't.

After being quiet for more than two minutes, Song Xixi sat up blushing, turned over Tang Zhihuan's body sleeping on his side, and met those dark eyes in an instant.

Tang Zhihuan opened his mouth: "Can you take it out?"

(End of this chapter)