9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

Ji Zhengting back to the bedroom, song Qingcheng or lying in bed, no sign of improvement.

"Drink this." Ji Zhengting directly handed her a large bowl of ginger brown sugar water.

Song Qingcheng looked at him powerlessly and wanted to get up from the bed, but he couldn't support himself after several times. Ji Zhengting put the bowl on the bedside table, picked her up from the bed and put it on his leg.

Song Qingcheng didn't struggle, because he had no strength or energy. Ji Zhengting brought the bowl to her mouth again and blew it. He felt that the temperature was just right, and then it came to her mouth again.

Song Qingcheng asked, with a pungent smell of ginger, and his brows tightened. No one knows that ginger is what she hates most when she was young, but at this moment, she seems to have no choice, and she doesn't feel that the taste is totally unacceptable.

She took two mouthfuls and coughed slightly because of the pungent taste. Actually, Ji Zhengting doesn't like ginger very much.

"The doctor said, and it won't hurt after drinking it." Ji Zhengting encouraged her.

Song Qingcheng nodded, held his breath, and drank all the big bowl.

After drinking, you can really feel your body on fire. Although it's not very comfortable, it's better than shivering.

"How do you feel?" Ji Zhengting can't wait to ask her.

Song Qingcheng took a look at him and wanted to say that it was not a panacea. It didn't work so fast. But in the end, she nodded her head gently.

Ji Zhengting knew that he was in a bit of a hurry. He put the bowl down and put her into the bed. This time, he also lay down.

Song Qingcheng looked at him and moved to the other side. After all, it's someone else's bed. It's polite of him to lend it to him for one night. Can't she drive him down?

"Come here!" Ji Zhengting looked at her, his face suddenly sank, and he opened his mouth in the tone of command.

Song Qingcheng took a look at him and moved reluctantly, pretending to move.

If she hadn't had a bad stomachache, she would have got out of bed and left immediately. But If it wasn't for her discomfort, she wouldn't have slept in his bed.

"Come again!" He gave orders again in a calm voice.

Song Qingcheng frowned, half unhappy, half uncomfortable, "I'm very uncomfortable now, you can't bully me."

Ji Zhengting has a black face.

Has she ever seen such bullying? Are you worried about her, or are you cooking ginger brown sugar water for her in the middle of the night?

He was too lazy to explain to her. He stretched out his long arm and fished her out and put her in his arms.

Song Qingcheng was startled. Just as he was about to struggle, he directly reached out and turned off the light, and there was no next move. Song Qingcheng held her breath, and then slowly relaxed.

Ji Zhengting felt that her body relaxed, so his big hand leaned toward her and fell on her abdomen.

"What do you want?" Song Qingcheng nervously pressed his hand. In the dark, a pair of cautious eyes locked him tightly.

Ji Zhengting had a little uneasiness on his face, but fortunately, he turned it off. It's easy to be misunderstood, but on the other hand, she has a talisman. Even if he really wants to do something to her, it's in vain.

Ji Zhengting didn't pull his hand back, but pressed it on her abdomen, gently circling clockwise.

The temperature of a man's palm is very high, and he can feel a flame in his palm. I just hope she can feel the fire.

In other words, I hope this flame can drive away the cold in her body.

Song Qingcheng felt the different temperature into his body, and his heart was palpitating.

Press the hand on his arm, also imperceptibly loose. Just that kind of unbearable pain, gradually eased, the body in his hot palm, also finally found their own temperature.

Song Qingcheng leaned in his arms, as if she could hear his strong and powerful heartbeat. That feeling made her suddenly find a sense of security, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

That night, song Qingcheng slept quite comfortably.

When I wake up, the man around me is no longer there. The quilt was still warm and smelly.

Light tobacco flavor with a mint flavor, very good smell.

She was carrying the horn sent under the nose sniffed, silly smile.

Today, on Tuesday, she was going to school. She took her cell phone from the head of the bed and looked at the time. As a result I'm confused.

It's nine o'clock!

She wondered if her cell phone time was out of order. How could it be nine o'clock?

How can no one wake her up?

How can I be late?

Oh, my God. She's crazy.

She fell out of bed, rushed into the bathroom and washed as fast as she could. When she changed it, she suddenly found that all her symptoms disappeared last night, just like a good man.

The effect of ginger brown sugar water is really magical.

ErThe man took a lot of credit last night. It seems that he rubbed her stomach all night. I can still get up so early today, so I should have panda eyes again, right?

When song Qingcheng came out of the bathroom, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and then a tall figure came in.

Ji Zhengting?

Why didn't he go to work?

Ji Zhengting saw her, but also slightly stunned. I thought she was still sleeping, so I put it very gently. However, look at her face a little better, it should be much better.

"Why don't you tell me to get up and go to school?" Song Qingcheng was upset when she thought of skipping class again today.

Ji Zhengting's face sank.

What he said was not to thank him or to care why he didn't go to the company, but to question.

Someone is in a bad mood all of a sudden and doesn't care about her.

Song Qingcheng saw that he was not happy, and realized that his tone was a little bad just now. He followed him and asked him, "well, why didn't you go to work today?"

He won't tell her because he's worried about her.

"I'm the boss." Ji Zhengting didn't look at her, and his tone was arrogant.

“……” Song Qingcheng thinks that he is not a general one. However, he can't beat him, so he has to bear it. "That school is not my home. Did you ask for leave for me?"

"No!"

“……” Song Qingcheng opened her lips, but she was speechless. It's you who overslept. Why do you ask for leave.

Song Qingcheng, you are not a unreasonable girl.

So, calm down.

Although she overslept, he didn't call her because he knew she was going to school. That's his fault.

"You know I'm going to school, you don't wake me up, and you don't ask for leave for me. You really can't get along with me, can you?" Song Qingcheng was really angry.

"I'm not your guardian, and I'm not obliged to help you with such things as asking for leave." Ji Zhengting said calmly.

"You are my husband, more important than the guardian." Song Qingcheng was angry for a moment, and his words didn't go through his brain. But when she said it, she immediately regretted it.