What does he do?

Luo Xiaojing is a little confused by the roar, and her eyes are filled with emptiness. In a moment, she understands why Leng Yu is angry. He is worried

Before saying what he wanted to say, Leng Yu said, "I'm sorry, Xiaojing. I'm not accusing you of doing something wrong. I just I'm afraid. "

Afraid that this word is too serious, Luo Xiaojing watched him grip the steering wheel more and more tightly, and sniffed: "I'm too bold."

"I didn't rush in time."

If he could rush into the carving room faster at that time, Luo Xiaojing would not be hurt.

"The judges are so far away from the carving room that it's too late to transfer." Luo Xiaojing soft voice comforted, and pretended to be relaxed, "I'm not all right now, there's no danger."

How can there be no danger? When the weight flies towards Luo Xiaojing, Lengyu's heart will stop. He has never been so afraid. He has made preparations for Luo Xiaojing to leave him one day, but at that moment, he finds that he can't.

Fortunately

The deep eyes are tinged with a layer of happiness. Luo Xiaojing, who is really sitting beside him, reassures him. His lips move. He takes the initiative to turn back to the topic he just talked about: "Ji sculptor, he..."

As soon as I opened my mouth, the harsh ring of my mobile phone rang.

Xinyi's name is displayed on the car screen. Luo Xiaojing immediately covers her mouth for fear of making a sound. After connecting, Xinyi's voice comes out, and each piece is related to the sculpture competition.

Doctor's advice, President Wu's plea, whether the final should be postponed, and the aftermath of the live broadcast accident All the work that the organizing committee should do falls on the head of the judge Leng Yu, who needs to decide everything.

Leng Yu arranged several things step by step, and then the car arrived at the apartment.

"When master Ji wakes up, he immediately informs me that I have something to ask him alone."

After the account, he hangs up his mobile phone and gets off with Luo Xiaojing. As soon as Luo Xiaojing walks out, a figure suddenly stops in front of her and squats down.

"Come up, I'll carry you."

"Oh, No." Luo Xiaojing was so surprised that she almost couldn't even speak quickly. She just hurt her arm and could walk.

Leng Yu seems to have guessed that she would refuse. When she was distracted, she pulled her uninjured hand, and she fell on his back.

Luo Xiaojing's hand steadily drags Luo Xiaojing's leg and gently shakes upward. In order to keep her balance, Luo Xiaojing's uninjured hand naturally embraces Lengyu's neck, and her body is stiff. She is embarrassed to stick forward, and her chin pads his neck socket.

This is just one of the most simple and intimate actions between lovers, but Luo Xiaojing is too shy. She and Leng Yu are too close to each other, so close that there is no gap, so close that you can hear Leng Yu's steady breath become a little hasty.

At the same time, she feels happy. In fact, she likes Leng Yu. She never thinks that Leng Yu must do something for her. It's different from being active. As long as Leng Yu takes the initiative, even if it's a gesture, she feels happy.

"Tell me when your hands are tired."

She nodded gently, and her uninjured hand tightened. The sweetness seeped out, and she felt that there was a reason why she refused Leng Yubei at first, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

Until Leng Yu carried her to the door of the apartment and gently put her down, she remembered that her face and hair were covered with dust and blood.

She screamed, covered her face and ran to the bathroom of the apartment. Lose face, lose face, lose big face, Leng Yubei's who is human, a real female ghost, but it is this female ghost with strong smell, just a strength to him, no gap left.

With the idea of hammering herself to death, Luo Xiaojing takes off her dirty clothes, turns on the shower and cleans herself. She wipes herself dry, puts on a bath towel, opens the bathroom door and sneaks out.

Don't be seen by Leng Yu, slip back to the room quickly, and sleep with your head covered.

Luo Xiaojing squints his eyes and whispers, just halfway through

"I left my pajamas in your room, so I can come out to eat."

As if she had been fixed by a point, the next second Luo Xiaojing started to run back to the bedroom, slowly changed her pajamas. She calmed her burning face for a while and then walked out again.

The fragrant millet porridge is on the table. Leng Yu pulls up her white shirt and shows half of her arm to Luo Xiaojing. The warm picture shows her heart beating fast. She sits opposite him with her chin propped up and looks at him wantonly.

"Don't look at me. Look at the millet porridge. Drink it while it's hot."

Leng Yu was also embarrassed when he was seen. He didn't open his face slightly, and his ears were a little red.

Luo Xiaojing shook his head and continued to look at him.

"Be obedient, good boy."

She didn't listen and watched.

Leng Yu suddenly leans down, and the strong breath of the man melts into Luo Xiaojing's breath. Close to Chi Chi's distance, Luo Xiaojing subconsciously leans back, but the range is not enough, and Leng Yu holds the slightly open lips accurately.When the breath comes through her lips and teeth, Luo Xiaojing seems to be hit by something and can't move. She damned to find that she likes the taste. Her eyes close unconsciously and are guided by Leng Yu like floating.

I don't know how long the long kiss lasted, but suddenly a light cough in my ear: "satisfied?"

Luo Xiaojing opens his eyes in a trance, and kisses her the last second. Leng Yu is sitting opposite now, and his eyes are filled with desire. He stares at Luo Xiaojing wantonly, and he is still immersed in enjoyment. His thin lips are light.

"Ah?" Luo Xiaojing's reaction is half a beat slower. When she realizes that her blushing is about to drip water, Leng Yu almost laughs.

What do you mean? Is she asking for a kiss? Luo Xiaojing thinks that she should explain that she doesn't want the man on the other side to feel too good about himself. But on second thought, she can't help but look at him. He doesn't even eat. It's just that you kiss me so that I can be good!

Blush red small face again red a degree, no wonder Leng Yu wants to ask satisfaction? She is satisfied with the default, dissatisfied is even more.

The millet porridge in front of her suddenly doesn't smell good. Leng Yu looks at her with a smile and says in a warm voice, "eat quickly. I'll tell you something about the sculptor next season. It's important."

Ah, seasonal!

It doesn't matter if there's time to tangle. Luo Xiaojing drinks millet porridge in a gust of wind. Leng Yu cleans up the table and two people sink into the sofa. Luo Xiaojing is impatient: "what's the matter with Ji sculptor?"

"Not yet."

The thrilling scenes seemed to be still in front of us: "how could it be so serious? What did the doctor say? What about the results? "

"The sculptor of the season should have eaten or drunk something to make people sleep before the third round."