After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 218
Of course Zhong Jiuyin didn't take it away, she changed her words and said she still felt uncomfortable, sighed, and asked Yan Cheng to dedicate himself to make her happy.

What can Yan Cheng offer?He brought himself here, and there was no other way but to send the sheep to the tiger's mouth.

The sofa became the place where Zhong Jiuyin committed crimes.

From Yan Cheng's various reactions, she has found the bottom line of this date's behavior, and she can do whatever she wants on the edge of the boundary.

Yan Cheng had a button ripped off, Gululu rolled to the foot of the coffee table.

But he couldn't see it, he looked up at the ceiling, his palms were originally gripping the back of the sofa, but his palms were sweating, and he gradually lost grip on the leather material.

Zhong Jiuyin's mouth was dry, his eyes were fixed on the beautiful scenery in front of him, he picked up a cup to drink water, and continued to describe in detail.

"It's really thin skin and tender meat."

"...that's what monsters describe Tang Seng, are you a monster or a pervert?"

"Can I only choose between these two words? Then I'll be a pervert."

"..." Speechless could no longer describe Yan Cheng's thoughts.

"Don't move your hands," he began to struggle to get up, "an hour should be up, I have to go back."

Taking advantage of randomness, for such immoral customers, you have to batch out new products and keep your appetite.

It won't be too late to give rewards when she is willing to spend money for it no longer for simple items, but for the brand itself.

Zhong Jiuyin held him down: "What's the hurry, I'm still feeling uncomfortable."

He sneered: "I think you are doing well, you have more tears than tears."

The sad thing is that he's pretty much the same.

Zhong Jiuyin coughed and had to let him go, watching him button up his buttons, and staring at his collar.

"Don't stay any longer?"

Yan Cheng: "What are you doing here? Be a humiliated robot?"

"What are you talking about, we can chat. Don't you think you have to have language resonance and soul collision to fall in love?"

It's a collision of souls, but the eyes express another kind of collision.

Yan Cheng is quite new, she also knows that falling in love is not just about hugging and chewing?
"What do you want to talk about?" He straightened his clothes and asked.

"Talk...Talk about our future."

According to the experience of her colleagues in the past, the young ladies raised in her boudoir always have an extraordinary yearning for love, and they like to think about the bright future with tenderness.

It is also the moment when colleagues are most good at drawing cakes. A few words can make the other party hug with tears.

Yan Cheng was also very interested in this topic: "Alright, let me tell you what you think."

She rubbed her hand again, pinching the skirt of the shirt that was missing a button, and said slowly:
"The future I imagine - we will always be together, and when I have a chance in the future, I will accompany you to many places, accompany you through spring, summer, autumn and winter, to see the vast sky you have never seen, to eat food that you have never eaten Great food ever.

We can get back the 30 years that we missed you. I will give you a new 30-year birthday, so that every year of your life has my presence.When we are old, we will find a place to wear warm clothes and flowers facing the sea for the elderly. Then we will raise a dog and plant flowers... If there is no you in these futures, I don't know what to do. "

"I think you're not as easy as I am, and the cakes you draw can support you to death." After hearing this, Yan Cheng didn't feel moved at all, so he clapped her hands away and stood up.

Zhong Jiuyin was inexplicably photographed: "Isn't this a good future?"

Yan Cheng didn't answer, but looked at her coldly and said, "I'm 28 this year. Who did you spend those 30 years with?"

"...Ah? Sorry for misremembering." She was a little embarrassed and went to hold his hand.

Yan Cheng shook off his hand and refused to let her pull it, but she took a few steps closer and grabbed it directly with both hands.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's just a slip of the tongue, just a slip of the tongue."

Yan Cheng just sneered, turning his face away to avoid looking at her, but he didn't push her away again.

"That," Zhong Jiuyin laughed dryly, "Why don't I change it to 28 years and say it again?"

"No, I don't want to hear about your bright future with a 30-year-old man."

"...Don't be angry. Hey, I'm still a little uncomfortable."

Yan Cheng glanced at her: "Where is it uncomfortable? Mouth? It should be uncomfortable, don't worry about it."

"..." Zhong Jiuyin simply stopped talking and tiptoed to kiss him.

Kissed once, but avoided the second time.

"It's getting late, I have to go back." Yan Cheng said.

That's what he said, but he didn't move.

There was a smile in Zhong Jiuyin's eyes, and he grabbed his clothes and said like a bully, "Go back? No way, I will never let you go."

After speaking, the hungry tiger pounced on him and gnawed at him, and his front teeth stuck on his lips, almost knocking him to blood.

Yan Cheng suffered from pain, and helplessly pulled the man away, and kissed himself.

I don’t know how long it took to kiss and kiss like this. The double-layered curtains were closed tightly, and it was impossible to tell the speed of time from the outside sky. The indoor lights gave the illusion that only three or two minutes had passed.

Until Yan Cheng couldn't control himself, he grabbed Zhong Jiuyin's scurrying hand and pushed her away.

This time he had to leave. He picked up his phone to check the time, and it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

"I have to go." He buttoned up his clothes, put his fingers around Zhong Jiuyin's long hair, and finally kissed him. "I'm going to the hospital for a reexamination tomorrow. You should go to bed early."

Zhong Jiuyin pushed her hair back, fanned her hot lips and said, "There's no need to be in such a hurry, right?"

"Don't you care about your own body?"

"I didn't say no to check. It can be the day after tomorrow, or two days later."

Yan Cheng looked at her: "I'm going to fly abroad on Wednesday, didn't you hear what I said just now?"

"Ah... I almost forgot. But I don't have to ask you to accompany me... Oh, I forgot again, you said that your boyfriend is not an automatic kissing machine, you have to prove your role through other companionship."

In this case, she had no choice but to agree.

"That's all right, tomorrow is tomorrow. But I said something wrong on the show today. Brother Qian said that there are a lot of paparazzi reporters staring at us, is that okay?"

"Don't worry, you'll get it if you can." Yan Cheng tidied himself up and was about to open the door to leave, "And you didn't say anything wrong."

It's just that the occasion is not right.

Zhong Jiuyin frowned, and after seeing him to the door, she touched the doorknob and turned her head, "It's quite late, otherwise you'd just be here all night."

Yan Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he remained unmoved on the surface: "No, I'm afraid something will happen to me."

"..." Who will be buried?

He opened the door and went out, putting his hand on her shoulder and not letting her out.

"It's cold outside. Get a good night's sleep and I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay. Slow down on your way."

After Yan Cheng left, the room was silent.

Zhong Jiuyin closed the hall of the living room, the darkness of the night poured down, and it finally looked a little early in the morning.

She went into the room in the dark, rubbed the back of her hand against her hot lips for a while, and then yawned. The drowsy thoughts rushed into her brain like she had just been released from prison.

Look, once people have no fun, they only have the basic needs of eating, drinking and sleeping.

She lay down on the bed and fell asleep, licked the corners of her mouth, turned over and continued to meet Yan Cheng in her dream.

　Come on, come on, come on (trotting)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)