Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 41 Whose Room
Dark night.

Some faint light came in through the gaps in the heavy curtains, pulling out a gloomy light.

Qian Mengmeng opened her eyes, got up in the dark, and groped for a while.

"This is... where?"

Didn't she walk on the road before, why did she suddenly return to the hotel?

Habitually, he raised his hand to touch the right side, but where he touched it was still a mattress so soft that one couldn't help but sigh.

Frown and go to the side, and then a little...

Plop!With a loud noise, she fell to the ground together with the quilt.

The next moment, the lights in the room turned on, shining white, making Qian Mengmeng squint her eyes involuntarily.

"Are you awake?" A cold voice sounded not far behind.

Qian Mengmeng's eyes widened, she turned around quickly, and saw a familiar figure standing by the door, looking at her indifferently.

Song, Song Huaijin? !

"You, why are you in my room!" Holding the quilt tightly in her arms, Qian Mengmeng rubbed her back.

The thin lips hooked slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.

Song Huaijin said, "Your room?"

Frowning slightly, Qian Mengmeng followed his gaze and turned to look at the room she was in.

White plush carpet, big bed, complicated but delicate ceiling lamp.

Every detail here reveals an atmosphere of low-key luxury.

This could never be her room!

This idea only existed in her mind for a second before it was quickly replaced by another speculation.

She looked at Song Huaijin in horror, "What do you want to do to me, pervert!"

Song Huaijin raised her eyelids, her eyes flicked over her, "What do you want me to do."

What do you want him to do? !

Qian Mengmeng, who never thought he would be so shameless, was instantly defeated.

She stared at Song Huaijin dumbfounded, unable to speak for a while.

With a sneer, Song Huaijin turned around, "Wash your face, and then come to the living room."

After Song Huaijin left, Qian Mengmeng hadn't reacted to the current situation.

Who will tell her what happened and why she is in his room? !
Swallowing her saliva, Qian Mengmeng slowly pulled off the quilt wrapped around her body, and took a look at her body.

Well, the clothes are still there, nothing happened!

With a long sigh of relief, Qian Mengmeng got up from the ground, threw the quilt on the bed, and turned around to enter the bathroom attached to the bedroom.

After flushing her face in the 24K gold-plated washbasin, Qian Mengmeng cheered herself up in the mirror, "Mengmeng, come on, beat him!"

……

Coming out of the bedroom, Qian Mengmeng came to the living room slowly.

Song Huaijin was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking down at something.

Hearing her footsteps, he raised his head and his eyes fell on her.

Behind him is a large floor-to-ceiling window.

The brightly lit city seems to bow its head under this 270-degree window.

His eyes are like the night above the city, deep and distant, with mysterious and unfathomable bits of light.

Suddenly, Qian Mengmeng's heart skipped a beat, she stopped in her tracks, and did not move forward.

From a distance of several meters, she just looked at Song Huaijin against the night background, and was fascinated for a moment.

"Come here." A deep and mellow voice sounded in the living room, pulling her back to reality.

Suppressing the charm in her heart, swallowing her saliva, Qian Mengmeng walked towards Song Huaijin and sat opposite him.

"Beauty trick or something, it's too cunning.

(End of this chapter)