Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"Yeah, so I just passed by." Ye Shengge said calmly, "I'm going to bed first."

After that she turned and walked to the master bedroom.

Fortunately, Ji Shiting just chuckled and said nothing more.

Back in the master bedroom, Ye Shengge got into the bathroom with his clothes and took a shower.

She remembered the conversation between Ji Shiting and Yu Shuhang.

He said that he was sure that Xiao Zheng was not his child, and naturally had his reasons.

What reason can make him so determined?

Is it possible...actually he has never had a relationship with Ling Yutong? Ling Yutong's background was placed there. Most of the time, she couldn't do anything to seduce him like this. With Ji Ji Ting's sullen character, he is unlikely to take the initiative to be happy before marriage.

Between her and Ji Shiting, it was her initiative at the beginning. Only when they were familiar and intimate enough in the later period would he begin to show his enthusiasm.

After Ling Yutong, his emotional life was also blank.

This speculation made Ye Shengge's heartbeat inexplicably accelerate...is it possible that she is his first woman? After all, at the beginning, this man's skills were really not very good until he practiced with her two or three times before he gradually became familiar.

Ye Shengge felt more and more likely the more she thought about it, and wished to rush out to ask a question immediately, but once she opened the question, it was tantamount to confessing to him in disguise.

The slight unwillingness in her heart made her unwilling to give in so easily.

In particular, she suspected that Ji Shiting would never tell her the truth about this privacy issue. He probably neither admitted nor denied it.

Also, has this man ever loved Ling Yutong?

This is also a question that she is very curious about, but most of them have no answers.

Thinking of this, she was inevitably discouraged.

She came out after taking a bath, but saw Ji Shiting sitting on the sofa, her slender legs stretched naturally, he was only wearing a thin black cardigan, and the slightly indifferent look was a bit cold and indifferent. . There was a cigarette between the man's fingertips, and the bluish white smoke lingered, giving him a kind of shamelessness that was a thousand miles away.

Whenever this time, Ye Shengge feels that he is far away from him. His heart seemed to be an abyss. Maybe she could not explore the end of her life, but it was fatally attracting her to fall continuously, even if she was crushed.

She couldn't stop her footsteps, her apex twisted slightly, the familiar sourness struck, followed, and her eyes couldn't help heating.

——Will she have such luck and become the most special person in his heart?

Perhaps after hearing the footsteps, the man finally recovered from his contemplation. He raised his head slightly, his dark eyes fell on her body, and his lips slightly raised: "Come."

Ye Shengge looked at the man's softened eyebrows in an instant, and suddenly felt that maybe her delusion was not out of reach.

She walked over obediently, submissively into his arms. The hormonal smell of tobacco mixed with the man enveloped her. She didn't want to admit that she was obsessed with the smell, but she couldn't help sniffing a few bites.

Ji Shiting threw the cigarette **** in the ashtray, inserted the scorching palm into her long hair, her voice was low and smiled: "What are you doing just now, eh?"

"Thinking...you are so handsome." Ye Shengge whispered, "you are my husband, like a dream."