Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: No. 1 Yuan from a wealthy family

Chapter 128 You blushed
Song Yizheng looked at the strawberries on the plate, Qin Anhao stared at Song Yizheng, the atmosphere seemed strangely tense.

There was a long silence.

Only then did Song Yizheng pick up the chopsticks, picked up half a piece of strawberry, and put it into his mouth under Qin Anhao's expectation.

Song Yizheng looked at the strawberries on the plate, Qin Anhao stared at Song Yizheng, the atmosphere seemed strangely tense.

There was a long silence.

Only then did Song Yizheng pick up the chopsticks, picked up half a piece of strawberry, and put it into his mouth under Qin Anhao's expectation.

The taste was unexpected, sweet and sour, not as unpalatable as expected.

Seeing that Song Yizheng ate it, Qin An couldn't help being amused, took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked indistinctly, "Is the taste okay?"

The strawberries in Su County are famous in Hucheng.

Song Yizheng nodded slightly when he heard Qin Anhao asked, and did not deny that the taste was good.

At the end, he stretched out his hand to grab a piece for Qin Anhao, put it into her mouth, looked into her eyes, and they were passionate with each other.

have eaten.

The wound on Qin Anhao's hand needed to be changed.

The wound has healed well. According to observation, the stitches can be removed in two days. When Song Yizheng applied the medicine to her, Qin Anhao said thoughtfully: "The female doctor who treated my wound is very skilled. If someone else handles it, I won't get better so quickly."

She said this to Song Yizheng.

Of course, the female doctor treated the wound very well.

When Song Yizheng heard that Qin Anhao mentioned the female doctor, he kept moving his hands, but replied calmly: "Say it straight." Qin Anhao said one word, and he could guess what she wanted to say next.

Seeing that Song Yizheng asked her to speak directly, Qin Anhao was startled slightly, raised her eyes to stare at Song Yizheng's cold face for a moment, and continued with some uncertainty: "She said, I want you to ask Mr. Mo for someone." Speaking of this, Qin An After a pause, he continued: "You are so capable, it's easy to say something, isn't it?"

After saying that, Qin Anhao smiled and blinked at Song Yizheng.

I want to make the atmosphere more relaxed, and I don't want to touch things that make him unhappy.

However, Qin Anhao's good words were delayed for a while, and Song Yizheng didn't reply, his eyes rested on Qin Anhao's palm deeply.

After applying the medicine, he calmly took out a new medical glue, and after sticking it on, he looked up at Qin Anhao, patted her face and said, "Go to sleep."

So naturally, he passed over the matter about his father.

Qin Anhao saw that Song Yizheng was unwilling to mention it, so he could only show his ideas.

From the perspective of a normal child, it is difficult to treat the third party any better, let alone help her.

Qin Anhao stood up in response, nodded, turned around and wanted to go to sleep.

But just turning her head, she turned back, stared at Song Yizheng and said, "I'm going back to sleep in my own room." She is not used to sleeping in his room for the time being.

Song Yizheng nodded when he heard the words, which was regarded as permission.

Seeing Song Yizheng nod his head, Qin Anhao went back to his room.

After returning to the room, he wanted to go to sleep directly, but just sat on the bed, before lying down, he suddenly jumped up.

What if Song Yizheng got interested and sneaked into her room in the middle of the night? !

Thinking of this, Qin Anhao let out a sigh of relief, hurriedly went to lock the door, and after locking it, moved the sofa over and blocked it.

In this way, Qin An felt that everything was safe.

Then wash and sleep peacefully.

It's just that when I slept until midnight, I suddenly heard the sound of the sofa moving. It rang for a while, then stopped, and then it was a quiet night.

The next morning.

As soon as Qin Anhao woke up, she turned her head and glanced sideways at her side. Seeing that no one appeared suddenly, she was relieved, turned over and got out of bed, washed her face and changed her clothes.

Then moved the sofa away, opened the door refreshed and went out.

After going out the door, Qin An really wanted to find out where Song Yizheng was, so he hesitated and reached out to pull the handle of Song Yizheng's room door. Before he could pull hard, Song Yizheng opened the door and came out.

Well-dressed, handsome and unrestrained, but when he saw Qin Anhao, his eyes suddenly softened and then turned cold again, he turned around and walked out.

Seeing that Song Yizheng didn't even look at her, Qin Anhao was a little anxious, and hurriedly followed behind him, thinking about it: "I want to eat small noodles."

Song Yizheng ignored him, went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk, took out the bread, and put it in the bread machine to toast.

Seeing Song Yizheng ignoring her, Qin Anhao was a little confused, stopped and followed him closely, feeling a little lost.

However, Song Yizheng, who felt that Qin Anhao hadn't followed him, turned around suddenly and took Baoxiaomian.

Song Yizheng took the noodles, Qin Anhao hurriedly went up to him, and asked happily, "You seem very unhappy." His attitude was cold early in the morning.

Qin Anhao asked, Song Yizheng didn't answer, and continued to cook the noodles.

"what happened to you?"

Qin Anhao continued talking without giving up, and turned his head to look at Song Yizheng.

Song Yizheng's face was handsome and cold, he pressed his thin lips tightly, and continued to cook the noodles.

At this moment, Qin Anhao was a little anxious, reached out and hugged his waist, and said again: "Although you are a little bit inexplicably angry, I think it's kind of cute."

Speaking of this, Qin Anhao raised his head from the man's arms and stared at him with wide eyes.

Being embraced by Qin Anhao, Song Yizheng's hands stopped moving, and his face, which had been cold for a long time, calmed down, and he almost couldn't help laughing, and he had no choice but to reprimand: "Don't make trouble."

He held it like this, and his movements were very inconvenient.

And cute?
She is describing herself!

Song Yizheng frowned, although he told her not to make trouble, he didn't intend to tear her away, but let her make trouble.

"Ah...you are blushing."

Qin Anhao heard Song Yizheng's words, let go of his hand, pointed at Song Yizheng's face, and said happily.

Although his face is calm as usual.

Song Yizheng heard that Qin Anhao said that he blushed, his expression changed strangely, and he put on a more serious and stern expression, extremely proud.

Just when Qin Anhao was still thinking about how to make him happy again, Song Yizheng turned off the fire, clasped her waist with his big hand, and lowered his head to seal her lips.

The kiss made her spin.

When it was time to eat breakfast, it was Qin An's turn to put on a dark face.

He touched his mouth, then looked at the small noodles on the table, picked up the spoon hesitantly, and took a sip of the soup, but his mouth felt numb and a little painful.

My tongue just got bitten off and it hurts.

After taking half a sip, Qin Anhao put the spoon back, and suddenly heard Song Yizheng's laughter, and immediately turned his head to stare at the perpetrator, only to see him eating breakfast with his usual expression.

Eat about the same.

Song Yizheng put down his chopsticks, looked at Qin Anhao, and said in a gentle voice: "Take a good rest, if you want to see me, just call Driver Wang to pick you up, and I'll save the number in the phone book for you."

After finishing speaking, Song Yizheng stood up, his straight and long figure blocked the sunshine from the coastline into the room, and when he turned around to leave, he stopped again, lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead, and then left.

Qin Anhao nodded with a dark face and watched him go without replying.

When the figure disappeared, she looked down at the face in front of her again, staring at it firmly.

At this moment, she can only watch, not eat.

Rather than blaming Song Yizheng, it would be better to blame Qin An for taking care of himself and blocking the door with a sofa so that no one could get in.

ps/Thank you for the monthly pass of the Great Curse, okay.

(End of this chapter)