Kiss You, Sweetheart

It wasn't until Demi gave her a wink that he looked away, looked at Li Xin and said with a smile, "aunt, I'll take you back to the hospital."

"Back to the hospital?" Li Xin was slightly surprised, "Sir, how do you know we are going back to the hospital?"

Demi and song Zhixin

Fortunately, song Zhixin responded quickly: "aunt, didn't you run into my mother in the hospital?"

Li Xin woke up and patted her head: "look, I'm confused. But Sir, if we go back by ourselves, we won't bother you. Thank you so much

"I'm on my way."

His tone was very firm, as if he had to give it away. Seeing his insistence, Li Xin did not refuse any more and took his car back to the hospital.

At the gate of the hospital, Li Xin thanks a lot and leaves with Zheng Yangfan. Demi said earlier that she had something to do today, so she didn't go to the hospital with her.

The car drove to the intersection ahead, turned its head and headed for the apartment.

Demi sat in the co driver's seat, her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes slightly side: "thank you for persuading your mother."

"I didn't submit to her." "She claims five million," Song said

Demi: --

"So, I'll go to the apartment with you and discuss how to repay the debt." Song Zhixin said, with a bad smile on the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Demi with a look of surprise.

Apartment, the sun through the window, a bit warm feeling.

Demi threw her handbag on the sofa and whispered, "I'll write an IOU for me. I'll pay it in installments."

Song Zhixin came up to her, wiped her waist with his arm, put it behind her back and gently buttoned her waist. Demi suddenly raised her eyes, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

His eyes were deep, and she couldn't help being inhaled.

"Still angry?"

Demi regained her mind, turned her face to one side and felt a slight pain. She put her hand on his wrist to pull him away.

Song Zhixin is more and more tight, let her close to himself. His breath, the aroma of his body, waves of invasion of Demi's reason. She knew that she should push him away, but close to his body, those warm feelings made her soft hands.

Song Zhixin deeply coagulated her for a few seconds, slowly lowered his head, warm lips, gently rubbed her earlobe, breathing hot spray to her ear socket, let her heart beat.

His voice was even softer: "you can't expect a man who is jealous and has a super high IQ to be around the woman you care about, and there are other men."

Jealous man!

Demi opens her eyes wide and looks at Song Zhixin's face.

"He and I are ordinary friends." Demi can't help explaining.

"Well." Song Zhixin answered vaguely, and her soft and warm tongue gently penetrated into her lips, touching and touching.

Demi couldn't help murmuring, completely forgetting that she was talking about parting ways with him two hours ago.

At some time, she was overwhelmed by song Zhixin on the sofa. The ambiguous atmosphere raised the temperature of the whole room. But at the last moment, Demi suddenly wakes up and stops song Zhixin.

"Pain She bit her lip slightly.

Song Zhixin laughs: "baby, I haven't started yet..."

Demi's face turned red: "it seems that she was hurt last night."