"Then go outside if you don’t go in."
Song city didn’t respond, but his hands hugged the man’s nape.
The next day, the vibration of the mobile phone disturbed people’s dreams.
Song Qingcheng is Yu Tingchuan’s arms. When he woke up, he was resting on his arm. He didn’t want to open his eyes. Yu Tingchuan leaned over and took the mobile phone. He picked up the words around 7: 00 in the morning. "Hello?"
The man’s voice is a little tired and hoarse just after waking up.
It’s been quiet for a long time over there, and my grandmother said, "Where’s Qingcheng?"
"She’s still asleep." Yu Tingchuan looked at the girl around him. "What are you doing so early?"
Song Qingcheng instantly woke up.
When she saw Yu Tingchuan answering the phone, her mobile phone immediately got up and was held in front of her and put in her ear. "What’s wrong with grandma?"
☆ Chapter 14 Don’t want me to go?
When Song Qingcheng answered the phone, Yutingchuan didn’t go back to sleep and didn’t disturb her to wear a robe and go back to the master bedroom to take a shower.
Song Qingcheng was left alone in the guest room.
Grandma called because she just found a bunch of keys under the pillow, and her granddaughter left them, and she was worried that she didn’t have a key and didn’t enter the house last night. How can she talk to a man after she got through?
Who is the other party? I can’t even guess.
The old man didn’t expect his granddaughter to live with each other.
This discovery made the old man want to talk.
If your child is in a hurry to blame, blame yourself. You can’t pass the buck to others.
Grandma hung up without saying a few words.
Section 1
Song Qingcheng was sitting for a while with a mobile phone in her hand, but she could understand her grandmother’s mood and let her down. But she couldn’t say any more soothing words to appease the need to give a promise. Grandma wanted to hear it, but she was sure that she couldn’t do it now and she didn’t want to cheat the old man with words.
I just got ready, and my eyes were attracted by Bo Huapo.
Orange-yellow flower buds reflect the snow skin and make the solidified broken flowers clearer.
Song Qingcheng was torn off by her feet and just landed to see the carpet messy clothes. In addition to her pajamas and white low pants, there were men’s dark boxer shorts. Yu Tingchuan came over from the shower in the early morning and didn’t have any clothes.
The carpet was littered with crumpled paper towels.
Song Qingcheng remembers what this is and then thinks of the absurdity in the early morning. Even if she is alone in the guest room now, she will still feel embarrassed.
She hated this kind of thing before.
It can even be said that some kind of psychological shadow stems from discovering that my mother went to the hostel with a man when I was young.
Perhaps because of this, when she was with Shen Zhi, she refused to let him kiss herself. On several occasions, when he bowed his head and approached her, he would not move, avoiding shoelaces or watching the mobile phone move.
Subconsciously, she resists all contact with the opposite sex.
Even if you like Shen Zhi.
If there is no other choice, she will definitely not go this way.
Song Qingcheng didn’t throw the paper towel into the room wastebasket, fearing that Aunt Gong would find it embarrassing when she tidied up, but threw it into the public security trash can on the second floor and took the two people’s close-fitting clothes by the way.
Men’s boxer shorts are stained with traces after doing it.
She washed Yutingchuan’s low pants in the Imperial Garden.
Although she felt a little uncomfortable when washing, she was even more reluctant to let others touch Yu Tingchuan and wear shorts, even though Aunt Gong was almost fifty years old.
Song city took a shower and replayed the scenes in the morning. The man bowed his head and bit her semicircle, and the rough fingers in the other hand were still in her body. She slightly lowered her eyes and blushed and stared at the man’s facial features. It was also the same mystery. The first time I saw Yu Tingchuan holding that thing in his hand was a unique symbol of mature men.
Before doing it, she deliberately ignored it and avoided visual stimuli.
Even if he didn’t really come in, her body still shuddered.
Hot water glides through the faint reddish skin, and Song Qingcheng feels her longing. Suddenly, she has a feeling that she may have left her mother’s bad habits, or Yu Tingchuan will hug her and change her position to let her sit up, so she won’t ride him conveniently.
……
Song Qingcheng changed his clothes and just saw Yu Tingchuan in the dining room. He was putting two dishes on the table, with clean shirts and trousers.
She didn’t tidy up the dishes after midnight snack last night, but now there is no leftovers on the table.
Yu Tingchuan said, "Come and have breakfast first."
Song Qingcheng sits at the table and Yutingchuan has warmed up a glass of milk and brought it to her.
Fried rice with eggs looks very good, sprinkled with chopped green onion, unlike a novice. Song Qingcheng took a sip of milk with a cup, and the temperature was just right.
Yutingchuan was very busy and went to the window to answer the phone before sitting.
Song Qingcheng picked up a long-handled spoon in his hand and looked up at the man with a light gray shirt and trousers in one hand and a trouser pocket in the other. She suddenly suspected that it might be Yutingchuan buying breakfast, otherwise why didn’t he splash one or two oil stains on his big boss outfit?
Yutingchuan didn’t hang up for a long time and then went back to the restaurant to sit opposite Song Qingcheng.
"Still going to the hospital today?" he asked
Song Qingcheng nodded and remembered Dr. Jiang’s words last night, fearing that he was not happy that he was pregnant and always ran to the hospital. "Grandma just transferred to another hospital. I’m going to find a nurse today, and I won’t go there every day when my grandmother is stable."