Kiss You, Sweetheart

Why should he keep his body for her, even his fiancee.

Song Zhixin, you are so stupid.

It's just a woman who only stays by your side for half a year. Why care so much?

Song Zhixin's pupils narrowed, opened the door and got out of the car. As he walked, he operated something on his mobile phone.

The meat has been roasted. Zhong Xiuyan carries it in his bowl and packs several lettuce buns for him. Song Zhixin sat down in front of her coldly.

Zhong Xiuyan smiles at him: "eat it quickly. It's cold."

Song Zhixin didn't start. He just raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Xiuyan deeply. She is the girl he has been looking for in recent years. When he doesn't smile, she looks like Demi the most.

He looked at her and said nothing.

At first, Zhong Xiuyan was a little embarrassed, but later she felt uneasy. She touched her face and asked, "is it my face?"

"Good." Song Zhixin finally made his voice.

These two words make Zhong Xiuyan a little happy. She puts a piece of roast beef on Song Zhixin's plate: "Zhixin, eat it quickly."

When the waiter barbecued, song Zhixin said, "you go down first."

"OK, call me again if you need to." The waiter put down the clip and left with a smile.

What's the matter, Zhixin? Do you want to bake by yourself

Song Zhixin still stares at her and says, "I just called and ordered a presidential suite in Manha."

Zhong Xiuyan's big eyes are slightly bright, and she doesn't understand song Zhixin's meaning.

"After dinner, we'll go."

"Well?" After all, Zhong Xiuyan is not in charge of human affairs. She can't understand the hint in this aspect. She whispers, "what are you going to do?"

Song Zhixin

Such a simple girl is what he should cherish, isn't it? But it happened to be so water-based women.

Song Zhixin's eyes softened for a moment, and his trademark faint evil smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "don't you always want to climb onto my bed?"

No matter how simple Zhong Xiuyan is, song Zhixin has been so straightforward that she can no longer understand.

For a moment, his eyes were full of surprise.

Her mother has been urging her to put song Zhixin to bed. But where does she know that Kung Fu? Besides, song Zhixin seems to have gone to an iceberg to practice recently. She is so cold that she dare not ask for it.

If he refuses, where should her pride go?

Unexpectedly, song Zhixin himself put forward what his mother was looking forward to.

Heart, in an instant jump fast, let her uncontrollable, face also red a large. Zhong Xiuyan is eating, biting chopsticks, but also forgot to chew, so shyly lowered her head to avoid song Zhixin's little hint.

"Eat it." With a calm face, song Zhixin takes the lettuce bag that Zhong Xiuyan has wrapped for him and feeds it into his mouth.

Zhong Xiuyan's heart is excited and her brain is blank. Originally, her stomach is still hungry. It seems that it's suddenly filled up and she can't eat at all. She just slowly swallowed the food in her mouth, drank a glass of juice, and then did not eat anything.

She thought, she can't eat big stomach, let him see her figure is not good.

Although, she has no more than two pieces of meat.

Song Zhixin ate a lot, as if he was accumulating his strength.

On the way to the hotel, song Zhixin did not speak to Zhong Xiuyan.