When he came in, Song Qingcheng hugged the man’s neck and buried his face on his shoulder.
She clearly heard her shortness of breath
Later, Yu Tingchuan took her and pressed her to the sofa, tearing off the shirt buttons and taking off two personal clothes. The lighter fell out of the trousers pocket and hit the glass coffee table with a crisp sound.
Considering that Yu Tingchuan’s strength is not heavy, Song Qingcheng’s eyes are gradually blurred and he realizes his restraint and cherish.
She put her hand on the man and sweated.
Thrown at the top of the instantaneous can’t help but call out "… well … Tingchuan …"
This is the first time she has called his name.
More like …
Yutingchuan fell on the girl for one second because of this call.
After the event, the two also maintained this position for a long time.
Every time I finish Yu Tingchuan, I will break out in a sweat. It may be because of the man’s body heat. Song Qingcheng’s breathing slowly calms down and he still holds his body. Some things don’t need much skill. She denies that the body can seem to feel uncontrollable every time Yu Tingchuan presses herself.
This kind of feeling is like a minister making her feel ashamed.
Yu Tingchuan suddenly held up her hand and brushed her face with her left hand. The man’s steel watch was taken off and put aside. He looked at the girl and closed her eyes. Long eyelashes cast a gentle shadow. This movement was very gentle. Song Qingcheng could not help but open his eyes and look up at him.
Her eyes are black and white, and this moment is as simple as a newborn baby.
When Yu Tingchuan went to take a shower, Song Qingcheng sat up from the sofa for a while before she went to the master bedroom to clean herself up.
She stopped by the wardrobe.
Then come out from the master bedroom and put a set of men’s pajamas on the sofa.
Song City came out of the shower and she saw that Yutingchuan had also finished washing. He was sitting on the sofa smoking and changed his navy pajamas. I wonder if it is psychologically possible that the pajamas are too expensive to make her feel particularly suitable to detect her eyes. Yutingchuan looked up and let her sit next to him.
"Do you have any plans these days?" Yu tingchuan asked
"going to learn to drive"
"Then postpone it for a few days."
Today is Tuesday. Song Qingcheng thought of him and said that he would let himself go back to Yu’s house on Saturday. Just now, his’ ex-mother-in-law’ also had Yujing’s mother’s birthday … Just thinking about these things, Yu Tingchuan said, "I’m going to visit Puyuan Temple the day after tomorrow. You are going to go with me."
Chapter 116 Don’t want your grandmother to see me? (jealous)
Hear the words "Puyuan Temple". Song Qingcheng turned to the man who was putting out the cigarette butt.
Puyuan Temple is a famous temple in the south of the Yangtze River.
When she was in Lujia, she knew that Lu Xishan and his wife would go to the former merit column every year and leave a name. Ge Wenjuan rarely generously donated 500,000 yuan to do business, which was particularly willing.
Is surprised the whole song yutingchuan unexpectedly also believe this.
Yutingchuan didn’t know what was going on in the heart of the whole Song Dynasty. Seeing her showered and wearing a loose nightgown, her long hair was casually pierced with a pill. She looked at it with youthful features. He patted the sofa beside him and "sat down."
Song Qingcheng was very obedient and got up and sat next to the man.
Just sitting in Yu Tingchuan, I put my arms around her waist and brought people into my arms. I touched them with my hands across my nightgown, and then I started to talk dumb and sexy. "When do you buy pajamas?"
The whole song dynasty was scratched by his unsteady fingers curled up his shoulder pajamas fabric.
Understand what he said, and as he moved, his cheeks flushed.
The thought of one thousand pieces of Song Qingcheng still felt a pain in the flesh. That set of men’s pajamas was finally pulled out of the viewing cabinet by her, washed and dried again, and put into the wardrobe.
She has nothing on in her nightgown.
Yu Tingchuan conveniently lowered his head and Song Qingcheng restrained himself from making a sound. He lowered his eyes to see a man holding himself. He could feel Yu Tingchuan restraining her hands from caressing the back of the man’s neck and trimming his hair neatly.
After eating a few mouthfuls, Yutingchuan slowly loosened her.
"How’s the packing going?"
The whole city of Song knew that he meant to move to Yunxi Road "… um … days to pick up"
Yu Tingchuan asked her, "Really don’t want to have a wedding?"
The light in the living room is soft, and Song Qingcheng looks up to see Yu Tingchuan’s eyes. The mind of a man in his thirties is not something that she can understand, and he is not sure whether he asks if he is casually testing Yu Tingchuan’s usual sample. Song Qingcheng’s eyes are still very serious and great, which makes her feel compelled to consider it before speaking.
"The wedding is too much trouble and there is no one to invite here."
She implied that the wedding was just a treat, and there was no extravagance.
Yu Tingchuan rubbed her waist. "How is your grandmother recently?"
Song Qingcheng didn’t expect that he would suddenly ask his grandmother if she remembered to be embarrassed. She didn’t want her grandmother to see him at that time, and she was still showing great performance.
Yu Tingchuan said, "Do you want to get married without telling your grandmother?"
Song Qingcheng once again gives birth to the tension of being seen through. If a girl really likes a man, she will definitely want the world to know rather than avoid the cover-up attitude …
It was a long time before she spoke, "… Grandma always thought that I was young and should read first. If I knew that I was looking for someone to marry, my grandmother’s heart was not very good, I was afraid she couldn’t accept it at the moment."
"Do you think you are young and tell you about blind date?"
Yu Tingchuan hit a lighter to light a cigarette.
The whole song dynasty remembered that blind date hotel met him. It turned out that he also remembered how Yu Tingchuan knew it was grandma who asked someone to introduce him. I’m afraid I asked Lao Zhao now.
And Lao Zhao has never told her about his nephew.
There must be other ways for this man to pry into something, not necessarily to come straight to the point.
Song Qingcheng found himself suddenly poor in some words.
"That was because the other party said too much and didn’t contact again after a meal … I didn’t want to hide it from my grandmother, but I haven’t decided how to say it yet."
"Then tell the truth" Yutingchuan threw the lighter back to the tea table.
The whole song dynasty saw that he took it for granted as if he didn’t take it as a difficult thing, and saw that he leisurely spit out one mouthful smoke, which made him more embarrassed. Seeing that she kept silent, Yu Tingchuan added, "Why don’t I go to your grandmother another day?"
"Don’t!" The whole song dynasty was scared for fear that he would really go to the old man’s house.
Yu Tingchuan, however, was amused by her ceiling and played the cigarette in his hand. "Don’t want your grandmother to see me?"
"… no"
Song Qingcheng tried to explain that "it is to prepare one first"
The last few words are a little humbled.
Then the doorbell rang.