The national goddess she overturned

Chapter 1043 Please don't leave, please
The lights have been turned on.

The place Song Mei pointed to was a radiator with a black schoolbag hanging on it, which indeed looked like a human at first glance.

Jiang Ting: "..."

"It's fine." Jiang Ting turned around to leave, but a pitiful trill came from behind him, "Jiang Ting, I'm really scared...don't leave, okay?"

The weak and helpless voice touched the softest part of Jiang Ting's heart.

He paused, turned around, and raised his tone, "Afraid?"

"Yeah!" Song Mei nodded vigorously, fearing that he would go away, she ran out of bed, encircled his fingers, and dragged her to the bed.

Jiang Ting followed.

His coat was wet from the rain, and he was only wearing a vest, and the warm breath radiated faintly.

Song Mei was wearing a light pink silk nightgown, very conservative in style, reaching to her ankles.

"Although this bed is not big, it can still accommodate two people." Song Mei lay down inside, her long hair spread out like seaweed and hanging down her back.

Jiang Ting was silent for 2 minutes, lay down beside the bed, closed his eyes, "Go back tomorrow."

Song Mei turned around, "I won't go!"

"Go back." In a cold tone.

Song Mei fell silent, and silently hugged the quilt and turned around, "I only listen to my boyfriend."

Jiang Ting turned his head and glanced at her, but saw a dark back of the head.

"what ever."

……

In the morning, a light shines through the glass.

Jiang Ting frowned, dazzled by the light, squinting his eyes for a few seconds to react, remembering what happened last night, his gaze fell to his side.

Song Mei lay her pillow on his arm and fell into a deep sleep.

The sun shone on her face, casting a layer of light soft light.After removing her makeup, she has light eyebrows and eyes, pink lips, and a circle of fine fluff under the hairline, like a child.

Being stared at by him, Song Mei opened her eyes blankly.

The moment the eyes crossed, Jiang Ting quickly withdrew his eyes and said calmly, "My hands are numb."

"Ah?" Song Mei quickly moved her head away, her long hair fell down, and unconsciously touched his chest, "Sorry, I don't know how I fell asleep last night..."

They obviously slept on each side, why did she run into his arms?
Jiang Ting straightened up, lifted the quilt, squeezed his numb arms, and went to the bathroom to wash.

Seeing that he didn't care about this matter at all, Song Mei felt a little disappointed, so she calmed down and quickly picked up the clothes she prepared last night and changed into them.

Two minutes later, Jiang Ting opened the bathroom door and walked out, his thick eyelashes still a little wet.

He took a deep look at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Go wash your face, I'll take you home."

Song Mei went in, tore open the disposable toothbrush, hesitated for two seconds, and took out the mouthwash from the bag.

"Delicate." Outside the door, Jiang Ting looked at her and sneered lightly.

Hearing his teasing, Song Mei turned her head to look at him, picked up the hotel's small disposable toothpaste, squeezed it, and stuffed it in her mouth.

Jiang Ting smiled deeper, showing a row of neat teeth, and looked down at his watch.

Song Mei didn't wear any makeup, but put on two layers of isolation and sunscreen, and went downstairs with her luggage without saying a word.

Jiang Ting followed behind and checked out of the room. When he walked out, Song Mei was nowhere to be seen.

Looking around, an old man with a dark complexion and vicissitudes of life was sitting at the door of the hotel smoking a cigarette.

He was wearing an old dark blue Chinese tunic suit and a hat of the same color on his head. His stiff fingers were like dry bamboo knots. His skin was loose and covered with age spots.

(End of this chapter)