The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1075 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard (19)

"Song Naichao."

The man introduced his name carefully word by word.

Jiang Jian smiled.

"Okay, when did you and our Tangtang meet?"

Jiang Tang had a dumpling in his mouth, so he could only watch Song Naichao and said honestly.

"last month."

"Oh... just, we've only known each other for less than a month."

"Ah."

"Then I'll prepare a room for you. The house is too messy. Don't mind."

Song Naichao shook his head and pointed at Jiang Tang.

"Don't bother, I'll sleep with her."

"..."

Jiang Jian couldn't laugh anymore, he looked at Jiang Tang, then at Song Naichao, and finally said something dry.

"It's okay, I'm going to clean up the house now."

In the kitchen, Song Naichao and Jiang Tang were left staring wide-eyed.

Jiang Tang's house was cleaned very clean. Jiang Jian didn't know she was coming, but the house was still so tidy, which showed that this man really cares about his daughter.

Father Jiang spent a lot of money to customize the dreamy princess bed for her. There are quite a lot of small decorations in the room, so you can tell it's a girl's room at a glance.

Just about to take a bath, when he took off his coat, he saw bandages wrapped around his arms. Jiang Tang hesitated for three seconds, then took off his clothes, held his arms high, and took a shower in the private bathroom.

The wound was painful, and blood was spilling from the white bandage.

Jiang Tang raised his arms expressionlessly, letting the water flow down his head from top to bottom.

In the steaming bathroom, Jiang Tang put on a shirt with one hand, and after struggling to button two or three buttons, kicked open the bathroom door with a towel on his head.

The cold air from outside the bathroom rushed towards his face, Jiang Tang shivered all over, and trotted barefoot onto the bed.

"Bang" sound.

A strange voice came from the bed, and the touch of the skin underneath was also icy cold.

Jiang Tang raised his arms, lifted the towel off his head, and opened his eyes to see the man under him.

"How do you..."

When she jumped on the bed just now, there was no one there, and in the blink of an eye, there was another person on the bed.

Just wondering for a second, Jiang Tang thought that Song Naichao would teleport, which would be really convenient.

Jiang Tang frowned, moved his butt with great effort, the wound on his wrist was touched, he grinned in pain, and the water from his hair dripped onto the man's pale handsome face.

Song Naichao turned his head away in discomfort, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, his voice was soft and hoarse.

"Butt hurts?"

"hand pain."

Jiang Tang propped his chest and sat cross-legged on the bed, with his wet hair on his head, looking at his wrist in frustration.

Human wounds heal too slowly, and they will bleed with a little force, which is very troublesome.

Song Naichao looked eagerly at Jiang Tang's wrist, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his throat felt dry.

Restraining the restlessness in his heart, he reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. The normal nails grew visible to the naked eye, and Jiang Tang watched him easily cut the bandage on his wrist with his nails.

The blood-stained bandage fell off, revealing the wound where the needle had been stitched. It was so red and swollen that the needle was embedded in the flesh. When Jiang Tang exerted a little force, drops of blood oozed out.

Seeing that the snow-white bed sheet was about to suffer, Jiang Tang hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but before she could reach out, the man sitting beside him suddenly lowered his head.

In the next second, the wound was numb.

Looking at the light maroon curly head in front of him, Jiang Tang didn't move.

"All right!"

(End of this chapter)