Song Shengsheng naturally asked him to hug him, and when he was so tired that he didn’t want to move at all.
And Song Shengsheng still remembers what Sister Wang told her before that when couples enhance their relationship, they have to kiss and hug each other more, and that thing that makes people blush.
Of course, Song Shengsheng hopes that the more Fu Cheng likes her, the better.
Fu Cheng picked up the man from the chair and carried him to the bed.
As soon as Song Shengsheng put his butt on the bed, he said cautiously: “I can’t mess with you anymore tonight. You sleep on the left and I sleep on the right. Don’t cross the boundary.”
She said this, and she was afraid in the afternoon.
Song Shengsheng understood clearly. There were no exhausted cows, only the broken fields!
Fu Cheng couldn’t help laughing: “I’m not a beast.”
Song Shengsheng turned his face slightly, “You are even more beast than a beast.”
Fu Cheng lowered his head, his nose almost touching the tip of her nose, and his deep eyes were like a pitch-black river, staring at her deeply: “Don’t you really like it in the afternoon?”
Song Shengsheng’s eyes dodged, and she said stubbornly: “I don’t like it.”
Well, there is only a little bit of like.
Song Shengsheng immediately accused: “You don’t know how strong or fierce your strength is. You are an iron man who has been tempered on the battlefield, and I only have a delicate flower that needs pity.”
No matter how thirty-one, I will condemn him first.
Even if Fu Cheng doesn’t like her more, he will feel more guilty.
Song Shengsheng continued to pretend to be generous: “But I am very tolerant. I am not angry every time you do this, I will just endure silently.”
Fu Cheng cooperated with her very well: “Shengsheng, thank you for your hard work.”
Song Shengsheng felt that he had achieved the purpose of making him feel guilty. She said: “As long as you are good to me, the grievances I have suffered are nothing.”
Fu Cheng helped her rub her fingers, and nodded as she expected.
He asked her back: “What about you? Will you love me? Shengsheng.”
Song Shengsheng was a little guilty when stared at his dark eyes. She hesitated for two seconds, and then did not hesitate: “Of course, I like you the most!”
Fu Cheng’s expression was very calm.
At least in Song Shengsheng’s eyes, he seemed indifferent.
For some reason, Song Shengsheng’s heart was a little depressed. She was not very happy, even though the words she said were not so sincere.
But seeing his reaction so plainly, he didn’t seem to care much.
She would also feel uncomfortable, like a heavy stone pressing on her heart.
Song Shengsheng closed his mouth, noI want to say it again.
Fu Cheng said, “Okay.”
He bowed his head and kissed her, but she avoided him.
Fu Cheng froze for a moment, but said nothing.
He touched her hair: “You are tired today, go to bed early.”
Song Shengsheng was unhappy, and he also saw that Fu Cheng was not so happy.
But she just didn’t want to ask him what was wrong.
It seems that he is deliberately retaliating against his indifferent concern for his warm confession to her just now.
When I was sleeping at night, Song Shengsheng turned his back to him, and the two of them seemed to be able to sleep with another person.
But in the second half of the night, Song Shengsheng curled up in his arms again.
She hadn’t dreamed for a while, and that night it was blurry as if she had seen those familiar eyes again.
The timeline of this period article in my dream seems to have come a long time later.
She is still in Harbor City, in the villa area halfway up the mountain.
There are professional gun-carrying bodyguards outside the door.
In front of the balcony is a large grassland, and the vast space still gives people a depressing feeling.
A delicate-looking boy looks about sixteen or seventeen years old.
School uniform shirt, handmade blazer.
With black and soft hair, bangs fell on his forehead, he looked like a beautiful boy walking out of the comics.
There is also a silver nameplate with his name written on the school uniform of the high school student.
He entered the living room, and the servants at home spoke foreign languages.
The boy asked his mother where she was in English. He won the gold medal in the Hong Kong School Competition today.
Still a teenager’s mind.