Cold CEO With Warm Love

Mo Qingling didn't expect that he would suddenly do this. All of a sudden, his tears were turning in his eyes. He bit his lower lip and scolded him in a low voice.

"Song city, you bastard!"

Damn it! It's killing her!

Good gentleness!

Where on earth is he gentle? He is so rude!

Song Zhicheng looks at her with a smile on his face. The corners of his mouth seem to say something to her, but he doesn't know what he thinks of, and doesn't say anything.

Only with practical actions, he proved to Mo Qingling how bastard he was.

When everything is over, Mo Qingling has been tired to lie on his chest, do not want to move a point.

"When are you going to tell my brother about us?"

Although her brother is a little bit cold, she is still very precious to her sister. If you know that she is with song Zhicheng, it's still popping

I don't know what expression I'm going to show.

Song Zhicheng seized her restless hand and said in a hoarse voice, "if you don't want to come again, don't move."

Hearing his tone, Mo Qingling's whole body was stiff. It seemed that he had already felt his * * and immediately retracted his hand. He was lying on him and didn't dare to move.

"I won't move, you say!"

Song Zhicheng looked at her a little afraid of the appearance, the corners of her lips can not help but slightly hook, the mood is a bit of pleasure.

His big palm fell on her smooth and white back, gently stroked her and asked her in a gentle voice: "do you want me to say it?"

"Well?" Mo Qingling looks up at him and doesn't understand what he means.

Song Zhicheng didn't speak any more. He just glanced at the mobile phone at the head of the bed. Mo Qingling was not stupid. He immediately reflected what he meant. His clear eyes were wide open, "I'll go! You You didn't already say that, did you? "

When did this happen? Why didn't she know!?

Most importantly!

He told her brother about them, but he didn't ask her for advice. What if she didn't want to?

Song Zhicheng looked at her with a smile and said in a warm voice, "he already knew."

When he found that he had other thoughts about Mo Qingling, he was seen through by Mo Xiuchen.

They have known each other for many years. Mo Xiuchen knows the temperament of song Zhicheng very well, so he is quite relieved that song Zhicheng and his sister are together. He has no worries at all.

"Ha?" Mo Qingling is silly, "already know?"

"Well."

Song Zhicheng nodded, did not explain more to her, big palm patted her on the back, leaned over her ruddy lip and dropped a kiss, "it's very late, go to sleep, send you home tomorrow."

"Oh." Mo Qingling nodded and saw that he didn't want to tell him more about it, and he didn't continue to ask.

In addition, she spent a day playing outside, and came back at night to fight with song Zhicheng for several rounds. She could not bear it for a long time. Now she closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

The sound of even breathing came from his arms. Song Zhicheng looked down at the woman in his arms. His pretty face was tired, and the dark mark on his neck was the most obvious.

Think of before, the city of song Qingjun's face will inevitably climb a layer of light red.

He pursed the corners of his lips, released the person in his arms, carefully put them aside, then pulled the towel around the head of the bed, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water to wipe her body.