The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1096 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard (40)

Song Naichao bowed his head, sniffed the smell on Jiang Tang's mouth, and spoke lightly.

"Not long after I arrived, I took her back first."

Just like that, under the shocked eyes of a group of people, Song Naichao squatted down, carried Jiang Tang on his back, and walked down the parking lot along the sidewalk.

Suddenly, Jiang Tang on his back moved.

Female guest: "Ah, Jiang Tang vomited, what should I do?"

Male singer: "Do you want to go up and help?"

An Chen: "Come on, Mr. Song should be able to solve it."

On the other side, Song Naichao felt the heat coming from his head, his whole body was stiff, and the blood rushed up against his forehead.

Damn it, I knew he shouldn't have eaten a few days ago!
Reunited after more than ten days, he seemed a little disgusted with carrying this woman on his back.

The man sullenly, as if he was carrying a bag of biochemical bombs, walked silently to the parking lot, followed closely, and the two disappeared into the darkness.

In just the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed from a dark parking lot to a bright and warm living room.

Jiang Tang was a little embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to rub the man's curly hair carelessly.

Then, what used to be just the hair suffered, now it's all over the face.

Song Naichao has lived for more than 800 years and has never been exposed to such things since he was born.

The man was obsessed with cleanliness, and now his head and body were covered in vomit, and he almost died on the spot.

"Chaochao, Chaochao, hurry up and talk to me."

With a sullen face and pursed lips, the man resisted not throwing Jiang Tang out, walked towards the bathroom, squatted down, and put her into the bathtub.

Jiang Tang pulled the bathtub, his little white face was flushed from the cold, his beautiful big eyes were flickering, staring at Song Naichao's face.

"Can you wash it yourself?"

The man asked a question, and after a second, before Jiang Tang could answer, he added another sentence on his own.

"Drunk like this, definitely not."

So he turned on the hot water valve, and the warm and comfortable water flowed down Jiang Tang's hair, quickly soaking her clothes.

"Take it off yourself."

He looked at Jiang Tang's clothes. The black sweater became even darker when exposed to water, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

The man repeated his tricks, then sighed.

"You're so drunk, you still want me to help you."

Jiang Tang was indeed very drunk, letting Song Naichao do whatever he wanted, staring at him with his big watery eyes the whole time, with that naive look, the heart of the man who was looking at him became more and more eager to try.

He looked at Jiang Tang, kissed her, his red lips curled up.

"I was vomited all over by you, you know?"

"Ah."

"It's cold, and I want to take a bath too."

"Ah."

"There is only one bathtub in the house, which is very big."

"Ah."

It is rare to see this kind of expression on her face. Before, Jiang Tang always looked calm and calm, and there was no desire in his eyes.

Song Naichao has always been confident in his appearance.

But Jiang Tang's reaction always hurt his self-confidence, why didn't she respond when he lay beside her bed?Why did he let him rub her shoulders all night when the lonely man and the widow were in the same room?

why?
That self who is full of foolishness is not delicate enough to be easily overthrown?
The two personalities share the same memory, the same emotion, and he can feel the lost heart of that fool.

Likewise, he was affected and began to wonder if his looks were outdated.

After thinking wildly, Song Naichao felt a little awkward.

He looked at the drunk Jiang Tang in front of him, vented out his inner awkwardness logically, stretched out his hand to her face, rubbed it, squeezed it.

(End of this chapter)