The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

Song September was a bit confused in the car. After she reacted, she realized that she was being scolded. She started the car again and drove home.

In the next month, besides going to work, she took Chen Qianyu around. However, she would never take the initiative to take out her purse whenever she wanted to buy luxury goods. For a person like Chen Qianyu, there will be a second time for the first time. The better you treat her, the later, she will take it for granted.

When school starts, Feng Jiujiu finally comes to Los Angeles.

Chen Qianyu specially put on a new skirt. She has already taken more than 20 skirts in the wardrobe. She wears new skirts every day. Anyway, as long as she wears them out, song September can't let her take them off.

"My God, Qian Yu, this house is so beautiful and big. Have you lived in it all this time? How happy I am. "

Feng Jiujiu's eyes were straight. The white marble floor, the luxurious hall, the complicated lighting and the high walls all around cast a dark shadow on the soft carpet. Everything was like a dream. Her mind began to imagine that she had such a house, a handsome prince and an old housekeeper.

Chen shallow to the mouth hook, just like a pair of master's style.

"Wine, how about it, isn't it? After that, let's go. "

Wind wine in the heart some unwilling, looked at such a glance, how can walk, teeth bite, face some pitiful.

"Qian Yu, can I stay in it for one night? Please, please. "

Chen Qianyu's brow frowned. What if song and September came to find out from time to time, it would not be that everything was uncovered.

"Wine, I said that my relative is eccentric, he will be angry, so I can't promise you."

Feng Jiujiu sighed, followed the other party, and left here step by step. Chen Qianyu deliberately did not return the key to song September. After all, there were many brand-name clothes and bags that had not been opened. She only took more than 20 skirts to leave this time. If the box could not be filled, she would have to move the whole cabinet away.

Of course, she didn't tell song September that it was just a skirt. She gave some to herself because she had so many. She was a sister, so she shouldn't blame her.

In fact, when song September arranged Chen Qianyu into the house, she knew the ending of those skirts. However, she didn't care much about them. She didn't wear them, but she had to have a certain degree. After this time, if Chen Qianyu had any excessive behavior, she would not make do with her again.

After sending the person away, she called her adoptive mother, which was the completion of her assigned task. However, she didn't know that Chen Qianyu would make trouble for her immediately.

In the afternoon, she was planning to cook a dinner for Fu Tsai herself when she received a phone call from Chen Qianyu, saying that the bed in the dormitory was too hard to let her go back to the villa.

Song September eyebrow Cu Cu Cu, this person what idea she still don't know, heart block of panic.

"Shallow to, that villa is not mine, I also have no way to decide."

Chen Qianyu bit his teeth. Although the school is good and the accommodation is good, it is no match for a villa. If she can live there, she can be picked up by a driver every day, so her classmates will think that she is the second generation of rich people.

"Sister September, can you give him the phone? It's the one who's with you. I'm I want to ask him to let me move back. The bedroom is very crowded and uncomfortable. "

Chen Qianyu's voice is delicate and weak. Song Jiujiu's heart is even more choked. He thinks whether to send you the house. Sure enough, some people just can't get used to it. They want to answer the phone with Fu Tsai. I'm afraid that what she wants is more than just answering the phone.

Fu Tsai was looking at the financial newspaper. She came back early today. When she looked up, she saw song's expression. Her eyebrows raised and she leaned over each other's lips to kiss her, whether she was answering the phone or not.

But after a light kiss, it was obvious that some people knew how to eat pith. He took the phone, threw it not far away, and then pressed song September on the sofa.

"Hello..."

Song September struggled to get the phone, but was held back by Fu Tsai.

"Why talk so much when you don't want to answer the phone? Why don't we do something interesting?"

Song Jiujiu stopped the thin lips of the other party.

"Fu Zai, I'm cooking for you."

Fu Tsai's action pauses, eyes seriously staring at Song September, pulling people up.

"Are you cooking for me?"

"Well."

Song Jiujiu nodded and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. The last time this person punished her to make lunch, she only made fried rice with eggs for convenience.

Fu Tsai saw her nod, and suddenly felt numb, pretending to be calm and continued to read the magazine.

"Well, go ahead and call me when you're ready."

Song September gets up and takes back his mobile phone again. He finds that Chen Qianyu has already hung up. He is relieved. He thinks it's OK to tie up the cat's apron which has been untied by Fu Tsai and continue to go to the kitchen to be busy.Fu Tsai couldn't sit still when he entered the kitchen in September of Song Dynasty. He thought about what it was like to cook. He only ate her fried rice with eggs and the mango cake. It tasted good, but he was allergic to mango.

He tried to fix his buttocks on the sofa, but he still got up and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, song September is making braised pork ribs in brown sauce. He is busy working around with his apron. Occasionally, he lifts the lid of the pot to have a look. Fu Tsai, leaning against the kitchen door, looks at this scene with his mouth slightly hooked.

This so big villa, it seems that suddenly there is popularity.

Song September was trying to taste it with chopsticks. As soon as his waist was hot, someone came up from behind, and immediately there was a person's breath beside his ear, which was ambiguous and hot.

"Song September, do you like me

The voice was very soft, and it was ringing in her ear.

Song Jiujiu's chopsticks fell to the ground, and the sound came from her ears and swam around her body.

"No

"Oh, No

Fu Tsai turned the person around. At this time, she was a little frivolous. Her fingertips slipped on her white face, and her voice was joking.

"Who is from the mountains and rivers, but confined to the kitchen and love, have you heard this sentence?"

Song September automatically filtered other words, only that love word, straight into her heart, after a brief panic, calm down, push people away, light crouch to pick up the chopsticks on the ground.

"Fu Zai, you think too much."

Fu Tsai picks eyebrows and takes out clean goblet from one side.

"It's better."

He left the sentence and he went out.

The air in the kitchen was suddenly light. Song Jiujiu felt that he had no strength, so he held the wall with some depth in his eyes.