Mr.Zhong, you have to be responsible for me

Su Mian went back to his room, took a book, sat on the sofa opposite him and read it quietly.

She wasn't very involved. People's voices kept coming from the opposite video conference, high and low.

Zhong Nanji seldom talks. He has been listening to the report of the people in the video.

Occasionally, I would mention it in a low and cold voice.

Su Mian unconsciously raised his eyes and looked at him.

Today, he didn't wear formal clothes. A pure black polo shirt with dark brown casual pants set off his original cold and hard temperament more and more obviously.

He is tall and has long legs. Sitting on the sofa with small broken flowers in her house, it seems that the sofa is much smaller.

There was a tea table next to the sofa, and his long legs were placed in the gap between the sofa and the tea table. The space was not large, forcing his legs to bend high.

Leaning back slightly, his back rested lightly on the back of the sofa. He put one arm on the armrest of the sofa and one hand on his knee.

Slender fingers gently tap the armrest of the sofa, casual and rhythmic.

His posture seemed casual, but his angular face was serious.

When he heard the other party's unclear words, he would slightly frown and speak.

When the other party gave him a satisfactory reply, his good-looking sword eyebrows stretched slightly

Su Mian looked at him and couldn't help thinking of the ancient emperor

......

Zhong Nanyu finished the video conference. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Su Mian.

She was sitting on the sofa opposite. At the moment, she was sleeping soundly.

The book in his hand had long fallen on the carpet, his slender arm was gently placed on the edge of the sofa, and his two white and tender legs were tightly together, lying in order.

Zhong Nanyu turned off the computer, got up, walked over and squatted down beside her.

He squatted beside her, his deep eyes looked at her beautiful little face, and the corners of his lips involuntarily hooked up.

Su Mian is not the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

But the most beautiful one.

Like the old lady's words every day, "Miss Su's skin is really good, white and tender. It feels like she can squeeze out water.".

It's not easy to pinch the water, but the feel really satisfied him.

Soft and tender, like what?

Zhong Nanyu couldn't help thinking that when Zhong Yibai was a child, his white and tender skin could press a bruise with a gentle press.

But Su Mian's skin was so white as when he was a child that he didn't dare to use too much force when he touched her.

Her facial features are very good-looking, and they look better when combined.

Smooth forehead, beautiful eyebrows, closed eyes and two rows of thick eyelashes.

Her eyelashes are very long and slightly natural. From his point of view, they are like two small fans, casting a shadow under her eyelids.

Small and clean nose, slightly closed pink lips

The Adam's apple stirs. Zhong Nanji can't help leaning over, and his lips are next to hers

......

Su Mian in his sleep felt difficult to breathe.

Her mouth seemed to be blocked by something. She was suffocated alive.

Before she opened her eyes, she felt something stirring in her mouth, which frightened her to open her eyes immediately.

But when she saw what was bullying her, she was so angry that she raised her hand and beat it.

Beat the back of Zhong Nan's quilt hard.

But Zhong nanqin was covered with tendon flesh up and down, and her body was as hard as a stone. Her little fist not only didn't hurt him, but hurt her hand.

"Sobbing..." Su Mian raised her hand and pushed Zhong Nanyu away from her.

Her clear eyes with water mist were angry with him.

His eyes were wide. "If you do this again, I'll ignore you."

Just woke up, her voice was delicate and soft.

Such a threat sounded more like being coquettish to Zhong Nanyu.

He gently hooked the corners of his lips and opened his thin lips. His voice was sexy and exciting. "You have the heart to ignore me, huh?"

The last sound made Su Mian's heart tremble.

She flushed, pushed away and sat up on the sofa.

Jiaochen glared at her. She bent down to wear shoes.

But Zhong Nanyu took a quick step and held her feet in his big hand.

Her feet are very small, so they are placed in the palm of his hand, not as big as his hand.

White and tender, the toenails are trimmed neatly, which is the most natural pink color.

Zhong Nan's eyes were dark. He suddenly bowed his head and kissed directly

"Ah..." Su Mian screamed in surprise. She kicked it subconsciously. Unfortunately, Zhong Nange was kissing her toes. In this way, she kicked it on his face

Zhong Nanji didn't expect her to really kick.

And it was a powerful kick.

Unprepared, Zhong Nanyu was kicked by her with a dull hum.

But the foot was still in his hand and still didn't let go.

Su Mian was angry and ashamed, and kicked several feet hard. Zhong Nanyu still held her little feet.

Not only did he not let go, he also twisted his eyebrows and threatened her, "kick me again and do you now!"

Su Mian was so angry that he clenched his teeth, "Zhong Nanyu, you bully me again!"

"Bully?" Zhong Nanyu pulled the corners of her lips and whispered back to her, "it hurts you, silly“

Su Mian, "..."

She found that Zhong Nanji's skin had become thicker and thicker since she promised to follow him.

Not only estrus anytime and anywhere, but also bullying has become painful to her?

Asshole!

Hooligans!

Seeing her biting the corner of her lip without saying a word, she stared at him with her big watery eyes.

Zhong nanqin had to let go of her feet, sat beside her, picked her up and sat directly in his arms.

Knowing that he was not his opponent, Su Mian simply gave up resistance.

Honestly nestled in his arms, his hand beat gently on his chest like anger, "Zhong Nanyu, you're abnormal."

Looking at her with drooping eyes and facing her complaint, Zhong Nanji just hooked up the lip corner, "you are all mine. I kiss my own things. What state will it become?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mian immediately widened his eyes, "who is your thing?"

"You!"

"You are the thing!"

Zhong Nan curled his lips, "well, you're not a thing!"

Su Mian was stunned and immediately realized that he was scolding her.

Angry, he raised his hand and beat him hard. "You're not a thing..."

Zhong nangui laughed loudly because of her ashamed appearance.

He smiled and let her beat her.

Until Su Mian beat enough, he put her hand on her chin and kissed her with his head down.

It was another lingering until Su Mian was so hungry that Zhong Nange didn't let her go.

He looked down at her, looked at her crimson cheeks, and asked softly, "what would you like to eat at noon?"

Su Mian leaned in his arms, blushed and whispered, "I don't want to cook."

"Well, I'll do it."

Su Mian raised her eyes, looked at him with watery eyes, looked forward and said, "I want to eat fried rice."

"That's it?"

"Well, I'd like shrimp fried rice."

"Do you have shrimp at home?"

"Yes, in the fridge."

Zhong Nanyu picked up Su Mian and put him on the sofa. Then he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Su Mian, who nestled himself in the sofa, looked at Zhong Nanyu, walked towards the kitchen, bowed his head, took the wrist watch from his wrist, put it aside and entered the kitchen.

She took back her sight, and somehow, a heart filled up in an instant.

He couldn't help raising his lips, reached out and grabbed a pillow and buried his red and hot face between the pillows.

A few seconds later, chuckle.

In my heart, it's as sweet as honey.

After a while, the smell of food floated out of the kitchen, and Su Mian's stomach screamed even more.

She couldn't help but get off the sofa and walked to the kitchen door in slippers.

Looking at the busy man in the kitchen, I was fascinated.

This is not the first time she saw him cook. Last time she was here. Zhong Yibai was there. He did it once.

Compared with the surprise and surprise brought to her by his first cooking, this time, it was more exciting.

The apartment kitchen is not big. It's just good for Su Mian, but it's much narrower for Zhong Nanyu.

He is about 1.9 meters tall and has long legs. Standing in front of the flow table like this, he seems a little uncoordinated.

But it is extremely pleasing to the eye.

Especially when he cut vegetables, Su Mian was so skillful that he felt ashamed.

She thought she had a good knife, but she was more than a little worse than Zhong Nanyu.

He flipped the fried rice in the pan while cutting vegetables.

After the rice was fried, he went abroad to install the plate, and he began to make soup.

What she made was a towel gourd tofu soup. She looked at his slender fingers holding the cut tofu pieces and skillfully putting them into the boiling pot

Su Mian feels so hungry.

A crazy idea suddenly came into her mind... She wanted to eat and wanted him more.

As soon as Zhong nangui looked back, he saw Su Mian standing at the kitchen door staring at him drooling.

The sexy lips are slightly aroused, the thin lips are slightly opened, and the voice is so magnetic that it is fatal, "come here!"

As if bewitched, Su Mian immediately raised his feet and walked over.

Standing in front of him, she looked at him and couldn't blink.

"Good, look up."

"Oh."

Su Mian obediently raised his head towards him, Zhong Nanyu leaned over, kissed her slightly purring red lips.

He kissed it gently and wrapped it fiercely. Then he let go.

Su Mian blushed with shame. She stared at him coyly, "is that why you asked me to come here?"

Zhong Nan's quilt hung her eyes, and her eyes were as tender as water. "Don't you want to?"

Su Mian, "..."

Mr. Zhong is so powerful that she knows what she just thought.

Seeing her shy and foolish appearance, Zhong Nanyu hooked up her lips, "go clean up the table and have dinner later."

Su Mian immediately covered her face and ran out of the kitchen.

What a shame!

However, why do you feel so sweet in your heart?

......

Zhong Nanyu's cooking is very good.

A plate of shrimp fried rice is the best fried rice Su Mian has ever eaten.

After eating fried rice, drinking a bowl of watermelon tofu clear soup and putting down the dishes and chopsticks, she felt that her life would be complete at once.

After dinner, she insisted on washing the dishes, but Zhong Nanji took her to the sofa, handed her the TV remote control, and gently patted her head, "watch TV."