Race on the Head of the Ex [Rebirth]

The moment the two embraced, thunderous applause suddenly sounded in their ears, and Zhuo Zhi was in a daze, and there was a vague sense of He Qingqi's successful marriage proposal to her.

At this moment, my thoughts were like a flood that opened the gate. It was out of control, and my heart was pounding. So, the birthday present was... Proposal?

She withdrew from her arms, raised her eyes and looked at her with vague expectation.

He Qing Qiguang is not long in mind, and he didn't see her expectations at all. He blinked at her mysteriously and pretending to be a god: "You'll know when you go back."

It’s not an idea to propose, although her reason tells her that’s the right way, but...the heart still lingers and loses, Zhuo Zhiwei's eyelids slowly drooped, "Oh", and I feel that the scene in front of me is also lackluster. It's tasteless.

Wonders was originally the protagonist of today. Zhuo Zhiwei was still on his birthday, and he was inevitably filled with a glass of wine at about 12 o'clock in the evening. As the day's prosperity ended, the coveted arrangements at the celebration party also ended.

This place is not far from Yijingyuan. The abrupt cessation of the previous few days made He Qingqi feel uncomfortable. She played a little bit carefully and wanted to find a quiet and unmanned space. So he put the gifts in Yijingyuan early and reminded Lin Fan to come and pick them up.

The others got in the nanny car back to the hotel, while He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei drove towards Yijingyuan.

When they parted, Tao Jinghan gave them a teasing look, and then blinked at He Qingqi. The other members also saw something wrong from the ambiguous atmosphere, and they avoided their eyes as they did. I didn't know anything and got into the car one by one.

In the middle of the night, there are few people on the streets, few vehicles, and only rows of street lights to light up the city. He Qingqi leaned on the shoulders of Zhuo Zhiwei, whose eyes were soothing, her eyes were swaying with the changing scenery, but her mind was completely absent.

So nervous.

How do I start the show later?

The person hasn't gotten home yet, but the scene of cheating on the bed has emerged in his mind.

She swallowed her saliva, feeling that the voice in her chest was a little loud, and she held her breath silently, trying to make her heartbeat be quieter, for fear that Zhuo Zhiwei would see her unsuspectingly.

Zhuo Zhiwei still closed his eyes, and felt the sound of beating below his ears in a dim drunken mood, frowned slightly, and said lazily: "What's the matter? The heartbeat is so fast?"

He Qingqi's breathing was a little disordered, and his lips were chattering. After holding back for a long time, he didn't say why.

Zhuo Zhiwei sensed something was wrong, opened his eyes slightly, raised his body, looked at her with a sloppy gaze, and suddenly found that her cheeks were flushed...

His eyes widened.

Could it be... a gift?

Emotions were visibly joyful with naked eyes, her eyes couldn't help but bend a little, and there was a faint starlight in the bottom of her eyes. She bit her lip, and she felt a little hot on her face.

Don't open your face, and don't lie lazily in her arms anymore, sit up and close the windbreaker with the smell of He Qingqi on your body, lower your head and sniff, and you can't help but look at the corners of your mouth, stealing a chicken-like snicker, tilting Look at the roadside scenery on the other side.

When they were sent upstairs, Lin Fan was not making light bulbs, so he pulled down the handbrake and drove away.

This is not the first time Zhuo Zhiwei has come here, but the emotions are more tense and excited than every time. She doesn't even dare to pull He Qingqi's hands. She stands tens of centimeters apart and stands quietly. In the elevator, watching the number slowly change.

Tonight...what will happen?

Why is it so convenient to go back to the hotel in a nanny car? He Qingqi wanted to let Lin Fan pick it up... and deliberately put the gift here.

Isn't it, the gift is herself?

Zhuo Zhiwei's breathing increased. Jiu Jin didn't think so much before, but now it is all kinds of yellow waste rushing into his mind.

Looking up at the numbers on the elevator, the fast heartbeat made her feel suffocated and lack of oxygen, why not? Her hands and feet were a little weak, and she felt untenable.

With a "ding", He Qingqi stepped out of the elevator, slender fingers blocking the door, waiting for Zhuo Zhiwei to come out.

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn't help but glanced at those beautiful fingers. They were unique to young people. The joints were distinct, and the nails were trimmed and smooth, as if they had been preparing for the day for a long time.

His eyes were dim, and when he reacted, he cursed himself inwardly.

Step out quickly.

He Qingqi opened the door and let Zhuo Zhiwei go in first. Zhuo Zhiwei turned on the light and heard the back door slam shut. It seemed that there was a bit of eagerness in it.

Isolated from all the external disturbances, He Qingqi finally couldn't help it, squeezed Zhuo Zhiwei's wrist and pulled it into her arms. The moment she hugged, she felt the heart of the other party, the same frequency as hers. The ground began to jump.

The two fawns living in their chests seem to have met their playmates after a long time, and their eyes are full of wanton joy.

"Weiwei..." She rubbed Zhuo Zhiwei's top of her hair, her tone of coquettishness, and the hoarseness of the isolated night wind.

She sighed: "Finally..."

She lifted her body and approached her from another angle. Her lips were soft as cotton candy, dyed with the temperature of a hot fire. Her mouth had a mellow red wine aroma, which made her even more when she was breathing heavily. Lost and delirious.

He Qingqi's kiss changed from gentle and cute to domineering and reckless, and his breathing gradually became heavier. The tip of his tongue vigorously attacked the city in her castle, wrapped her in a reluctant kiss, and was extremely aggressive.

Zhuo Zhiwei felt her tongue again, not with barbs in his imagination, but as gentle as a dog, but it was too warm to make her a little unbearable:

"So, you really are, premeditated."

She leaned back slightly and slammed on the shoe cabinet with a "bang", but He Qingqi lost the thoughts of pitying and cherishing jade, and confined her in a small space. The whole person became violent, breathing heavily, and continued to be on her. Ignite the fire: "Of course."

She gasped: "You are too tempting, I can't help it."

"I'm sorry." It was her habitual apology again.

In front of him was the enthusiastic body, but behind him was the coldness on the shoe cupboard. The ice and fire were mixed, Zhuo Zhiwei softened again in her arms.

She felt the loose underwear hanging on her arms, two little things were ready to come out, her eyes were blurred with wine, and her neck was slightly raised: "Why are you so proficient?"

"Why, why, you can, apart, untie it."

The charming red lips reveal a confused breath:

"Is it, Fang Xuanyao."

"No." He Qingqi murmured, and kissed her ears finely, the hot and humid air around the auricle: "I am, I am talented."

"As soon as I saw you, I learned everything."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slapped her face. She pulled the zipper on Zhuo Zhiwei's skirt anxiously, but it seemed to be stuck.

With wet eyes, frowning and looking aggrieved at the zipper, he unceremoniously pressed her hand on her chest, and kept trying: "Why can't I pull it down."

Zhuo Zhiwei was also a little anxious, raising his arms to cooperate with her to the utmost extent, his eyes stuck to the zipper.

Suddenly, the reaction came.

Putting down his arms, his eyes gradually became cool.

"Stop it." She gasped slightly.

He Qingqi raised his eyes and opened his lips slightly. When his eyes flashed, it made people subconsciously want to meet all her requirements.

Zhuo Zhi stunned slightly, aside his gaze: "Today is my birthday."

The word "I" is deliberately accented.

"where is my present?"

He Qingqi let out a dull "Ah", the air suddenly stopped, she blinked awkwardly, and the passion/desire in her heart quietly dissipated.

"what."

"That..." She coughed lightly.

Zhuo Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly and motioned to her hand: "I won't take it down yet."

He Qingqi made a five-finger, smiled wryly, and touched the back of his head: "I'm going to get a gift."

So, the gift is not her own?

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her background thoughtfully, and was a little bit lost.

Not long after, He Qingqi took a folder and handed it to her.

Zhuo Zhiwei took it, raised his eyes and glanced at her, then looked down at the file folder, somewhat puzzled: "What?"

As she opened it, He Qingqi said with some embarrassment: "This is where we live in Journey of Miracles."

"Didn't you ask me, since when did you like you?" He Qingqi curled his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and the shameful cheeks made her more like a twenty-year-old girl.

It seemed that she was not the person who had just pressed people to kiss and untied their underwear.

"Yeah." Zhuo Zhiwei nodded, his heart pounding, expecting what she would say next.

"In fact, I don't know exactly when it started." He Qingqi bit his lower lip and smiled softly: "But you guessed it, I found it at that time."

"This place has an unusual meaning to me, so I let He... my father bought it for me." He Qingqi paused: "Will you give it to you now?"

She smiled softly, staring at Zhuo Zhiwei expectantly: "As your birthday present."

Zhuo Zhi was a little startled, looked down at his watch, then at the folder thoughtfully, twisted his brows, and bit his lip.

This is He Qingqi's love for her, she knows, but... He Qingqi has given her a lot of gifts, and they have only been together for a month, which is...too expensive.

She likes He Qingqi, not because of her money or power, or because she can give her expensive gifts, just because she is He Qingqi.

Zhuo Zhiwei settled down and returned the things to He Qingqi. When his eyes were shallow, he felt a little helpless: "I can't ask for it."

He Qingqi obviously didn't expect her to react in this way, and his voice was a little surprised: "Why?"

Zhuo Zhiwei pondered for a few seconds and motioned to her wrist: "I'm already very happy with this."

"Just treat it... as a birthday present, okay?"

"Not good!" He Qingqi's lips pursed slightly, and she refused firmly. Turning her head, she understood her concerns: "Don't tell me that it's too expensive."

"You know, it's nothing to me, but it's meaningful to us. Why don't you want it?"

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn't help sighing slightly: "But have you ever wondered what your family would think?"

"We have only been together for a month. You gave me such a valuable thing. If it takes longer, will you vacate your house?"

"No!" He Qingqi blurted out. Speaking of her family's self-confidence, she smiled, her expression calmed down: "Weiwei, you think too much, they will definitely not care about it. "

"But I care." Zhuo Zhiwei stared at her with moonlight innocent eyes.

"Xiqi, I like you just because you are you, do you understand?"

Although the words were awkward, He Qingqi instantly understood what Zhuo Zhiwei meant.

"I don't want our love to be shackled inexplicably, I know, you just want to give me all the good things, but Qiqi, under your name, or under my name, is there any difference?"

Zhuo Zhi closed his eyes lightly, sighed from the heart, and gently leaned against He Qingqi's arms: "I only want you..."

He Qingqi's heart skipped a beat and took a few breaths. For a long while, the eyes rippling softly: "I listen to you."

She embraced Zhuo Zhiwei's shoulders, lifted her chin, and kissed her.

Zhuo Zhiwei was stunned by her personally, and his mind that had just been sober was occupied by the chaos of wine.

He Qingqi picked her chin, rubbed her fingers on her earlobes, and coaxed her voice in her voice. It fell into Zhuo Zhiwei's heart gently like a feather: "Then tell me, what gift do you want now?"

Zhuo Zhi looked at her in a bewildered manner, and was coaxed by her to let his lips emit the most eager desire from the depths of his heart: "I want to... marry you."