Cold CEO With Warm Love

"Don't like me, what breakfast do you make for me, what clothes do you wash and what flowers do you give me?"

What's more, there's a saying, what's the name of it?

Song Zhicheng explained in a hurry: "you are Xiuchen's sister, i..."

"Come on, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Mo Qingling impatiently interrupted her words, holding his chin close to him, "you just say, to me, do you like it or not?"

"I don't like to show up in front of me when I have nothing to do. When I go out later, I'll take away the flowers at the door and look in the way."

"Qingling..."

Listening to his tone, he seemed to start to explain to her at length again. Mo Qingling frowned and released his hand holding song Zhicheng's chin. He pulled out his ear and said to him: "stop! Brother city, stop! Don't talk to me about useless nonsense, OK? Go back to your room. "

With that, Mo Qingling left the city of song and turned to his big bed.

Behind her, song Zhicheng stares at her back, her two long white legs, her throat slightly rolling, and her eyes deepening.

After a second or two of hesitation, the city of song suddenly steps towards Mo Qingling.

He reached for her arm and pulled it to his side. He put her petite body in his arms and picked his chin back. Song Zhicheng bowed his head and pressed it down on her ruddy lips.

Four lips stick together.

Time seems to be still at this moment.

Mo Qingling looked at his face, with astonishment and inconceivable. She thought that with her understanding of the city of song these days, he would go.

But he didn't

In the moment when Mo Qingling was stunned, song Zhicheng's hands had already grasped her slender waist.

The man's lips in her delicate lips toss and turn of kiss, gently bite, with numb feeling, let Mo Qingling's body involuntarily become soft up.

The whole body's strength seems to have been taken away by something. It can't be used at all. It can only be nestled in his arms.

It's been a long time since the kiss ended.

Mo Qingling was a little dizzy when he was kissing him. He couldn't tell the direction of southeast and northwest. His little hand tightly tugged at his skirt, and his voice vaguely called out to him: "brother of the city?"

"Well." The man's low voice came from his side ear. Song Zhicheng picked her up and walked to the big bed. He attached it to her ear and said, "don't you regret it?"

He didn't intend to do so originally. He thought that as long as he didn't mention it and didn't admit it, it would pass like this. Forget it.

But Mo Qingling's words Let him not want to just let it go.

He understood her temperament.

If she really wants to cut off all the connections, she will not have any more.

For more than 20 years, the city of Song Dynasty has never been interested in or liked anyone. Mo Qingling is the first and will be the last.

Mo Qingling blinked, didn't answer his words, just put his hand around his neck and sent his red lips up, "do you think I'll regret it? I'm afraid you'll regret it

After all, she asked him what kind of girl he liked, and he gave her an answer, which she still remembers.

Song Zhicheng's expression flashed a little confused. Obviously, I don't know why she said that.