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Song Qingcheng was shocked, as if he was burned by the hot factor in his eyes. He didn't understand why his eyes suddenly became so hot, as if he wanted to dissolve her in his eyes.

Song Qingcheng's heart beat disorderly for several times, and he wanted to take his hand out of his mouth, but he was even tighter. At that moment, it was as if all the strength in her body had been taken away, making her feel weak.

Ji Zhengting's eyes were deep, and his breath was a little heavy. The tip of his tongue passed through her fingertips, like tasting the sweetest fragrance in the world.

As soon as song Qingcheng breathes hard, she can't tell how ambiguous it is. There is a flame in her body, which is burning for a time. Even if she can't see herself now, she can feel the blood on her face.

Ji Zhengting's lips are slightly crooked, and a smile of evil spirit is outlined on his charming face, especially his bad eyes, which are charming.

Song Qingcheng felt that if she looked at him one more time, she would be bewildered by him, so she seized the last trace of reason, forced her hand out of his mouth, turned and ran out of the kitchen.

The old lady saw that she had cut a fruit for such a long time and didn't come out. She didn't feel relieved to come and have a look. As soon as I got to the door, I saw a black shadow brush flash in front of me.

The old lady was stunned. When she came back to her senses, she saw that Sun Tzu was also in the kitchen. Wasn't the man who seemed to have run away from home just now Sun Tzu's daughter-in-law?

Run so fast, won't be bullied by grandson again?

"When did you come in?" The old lady has made her grandson an enemy.

"Come in for a while." Ji Zhengting is feeling the old lady's hostility, but the answer is still very indifferent.

"Why did Qingcheng run away suddenly? Did you bully her again?"

"I didn't bully her." Can you stop saying "again" and he never bullied her at all?

"I didn't bully her. What are you doing here?" The old lady didn't believe it.

Ji Zhengting slightly attached to the old lady's ear and said, "grandma, I just came back from my business trip. I need some private space."

The old lady suddenly realized.

It turned out that they had been making love in private. It seemed that she was too worried.

But The old lady suddenly thought of something, and said with a serious face: "I can warn you, Qingcheng is not convenient now, you can't fool around at night."

"You can rest assured that your grandson is not so confused." Ji Zhengting's heart is full of bitterness.

"That's about the same." The old lady gave a satisfied smile. Instead, I went to carry the fruit cut on the table and found that the fruit knife had not been washed and there was still a little blood on it.

"Oh, where's the blood from this fruit knife?" The old lady was taken aback.

"It's Qingcheng who accidentally cut his hand. Do you have band aids? Give me two

"Oh, why are you so careless? I told her not to do it. She had to do it. Now, I've cut my hands. You wait. I'll get it for you. " The old lady talked on and on.

When Ji Zhengting came out of the kitchen, there were only Ji Ling and her mother in the living room, but song Qingcheng was not seen.

"Don't look. They've already left." Ji Ling saw that he was looking for someone, so she said something.

Ji Zhengting knows that she is talking about song Qingcheng. I guess she was too embarrassed to stay.

"Here you are." The old lady gave him band aids.

"Grandma, I'll go back first."

The old lady nodded, and suddenly found that song Qingcheng had disappeared, "eh, where are the people of Qingcheng?"

"She's not feeling well. I told her to go back and rest first." Ji Zhengting doesn't want song Qingcheng to leave an impolite impression on the old lady.

"Oh, you should go back early. Remember, don't let her get cold. " The old lady told him.

"Good." Ji Zhengting nodded.

"Also, if she is in severe pain, you rub her stomach gently. It's said that it works very well." The old lady followed the advice.

Ji Zhengting nodded. He really knew nothing about it.

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Ji Zhengting went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door. At first sight, he saw the woman lying on the bed, curled up in a ball, looking as if she was asleep, but her brows were tightly tightened, as if she was very uncomfortable.

When Xu Shi heard the news, song Qingcheng opened his eyes and saw him come in. He weakly discussed with him, "I'm not very comfortable today. Can I borrow your bed to sleep?"

Ji Zhengting doesn't speak. He just walks to the bedside and pulls the quilt over her. There's no blood on her face. It's very worrying.

"Thank you Song Qingcheng has long forgotten the ambiguity and embarrassment in the kitchen just now. She gently thanks and closes her eyes, hoping to sleep better.

Ji Zhengting's eyes fell on her injured finger. Now there is no bleeding, but a wound can be clearly seen. He picked up her hand, song Qingcheng slightly surprised, opened his eyes and saw that he tore open a band aid in his hand, and then pasted it on her injured finger.She didn't speak, just looked at him quietly. The heat of the fingertips has not dissipated, and even the faint pain will disappear.

She suspected that there was a magic in this man. Sometimes, it not only made people look scared, but also easily accepted people's hearts.

Ji Zhengting dimmed the wall lamp at the head of the bed, and then went back to his sofa. It's still early. He didn't have the habit of going to bed so early, so he took the contents of the evening meeting from his study.

Occasionally, he would look at the woman on the bed. It seemed that she really fell asleep, and he felt a little relieved. At least not as exaggerated as the old lady said.

He thought it was really painful and unbearable, so he had been psychologically prepared, but now it seems that it should be redundant.

He looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock. He put away the papers on the desk, picked up the cloakroom, took out the blanket and prepared to rest.

Just came out of the cloakroom with a blanket and found the woman on the bed moving. The whole person curled up in the middle of the bed again, like a little snail.

Ji Zhengting's steps stopped slightly. He watched her move around. He held a pillow tightly in his arms, but he was still very uncomfortable. He walked over.

"Song Qingcheng Song Qing Cheng He patted her on the shoulder and called her twice.

Song Qingcheng turned his head to look at him. His face was white and frightening. Even the blood on his lips faded, and he was still sweating.

"What's the matter with you?" Ji Zhengting knelt down and sat in the bed, fished her out of the bed and asked her nervously.

Song Qingcheng leaned in his arms, still holding her aching stomach with a bow. Her head was full of sweat, and she felt weak. She was cold and shivering.

"Are you cold or hot?" Ji Zhengting saw that she was sweating, but her body was shivering. She made her confused.

"I'm cold. I'm cold." Song Qingcheng constantly arched into his arms.