President Daddy is super strong

Song Jiabao didn't give his brother any chance to refute, so he hung up the phone.

Carefully lifted his eyelids and looked at the people not far away, and found that he was laughing at himself. Song Jiabao's heart was shaking fiercely, even more embarrassed.

Stinky brother, what's the nonsense? I don't know if Tang Jinglun can hear it. This is... Br >

the whole person is shy. She slowly put away her mobile phone and walked towards Tang Jinglun.

Because of shyness, she hung her head, slightly pinched, "where are we going next?"

It's getting dark. You can't take it outside all the time.

Tang Jinglun tilted his head slightly and smiled at her fondly. "I arranged a candlelight dinner."

Hearing the four words of candlelight dinner, song Jiabao's heart leaped again, which really became the plot of idol drama.

What will happen after dinner?

According to the plot of the idol drama, the whole person is confused. I don't know what kind of step to follow him to leave the beach. I only know that on the way, Tang Jinglun hasn't let go of her hand.

Dinner is in a nearby star restaurant. Flowers, music, red wine, and flickering candles are all the things song Jiabao imagined.

When Tang Jinglun helped her to open up and invite her to sit down, she was all light and didn't know how to get there.

Tang Jinglun was a very gentleman. She didn't go to the seat opposite her until she sat down. Then, all kinds of delicious food and wine were brought up. In the melodious singing, Tang Jinglun raised his glass to her.

"Garbo, less and less."

Song Jiabao blushed, raised the cup lightly and touched him.

"Drink less." Tang Jinglun was so happy that he couldn't restrain his inner joy. He wanted to drink some wine to help him.

Song Jiabao is also a lost one, trying to make her mean.

As a result, the taste of the wine was good. Song Jiabao drank two cups in a row. Although he was not drunk, his face was red.

Later, in the melodious music, the two talked about many previous experiences, which can be said to have greatly improved their understanding of each other.

After dinner, the two walked to the hotel while eating.

Song Jiabao was drunk. When he was in the hall on the first floor, he forgot to open the door. He followed Tang Jinglun up the stairs.

When I got to the door of the room, I remembered, "I don't have a room card."

"Or come into my room and wait a moment. I'll call the front desk."

Song Jiabao's face was full of sorrow, which was the only way. He entered the house with Tang Jinglun.

"Sit down first, and I'll pour you a glass of water." Tang Jinglun said as he unbuttoned his clothes and took off his defensive clothes.

Song Jiabao is dizzy and suddenly answers. He falls on the sofa. When Tang Jinglun comes back, he will fall asleep on the sofa.

"This..." Tang Jinglun couldn't laugh or cry. If it came out, he thought it was intentional.

But he's not really. He just wants her to taste a little bit. He can't think of getting drunk at once.

He had no choice but to shake his head and walk over with a glass of water? Jiabao? "

The man lying on the sofa was dead asleep and unresponsive.

He put down the cup in his hand, and sat down beside her with light hands and feet. His eyes touched her pure and white cheeks, and his eyes were slightly softer unconsciously.

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