I dressed as a black lotus goddess

Chapter 420 Pleasure
One night of absurdity.

No one knows why this happened all of a sudden.

In October, the sunlight outside the window in the early morning was still a bit harsh, shining on the bed through the curtains, both Zheng Ling and Feng Xian woke up, but no one moved.

Both of them were lying on the bed very stiffly.

After a long time, Zheng Ling said, "Are you still awake?"

Probably due to overuse of the voice, Zheng Ling's voice was slightly hoarse.

When Feng Xian heard this voice, many prohibited contents appeared in his mind instantly, and he suppressed his unhealthy thoughts, before he said: "I'm awake."

All woke up.

"Aren't you going to get up now?"

"You do not need to work today?"

Zheng Ling asked two questions in a row, Feng Xian paused, his voice muffled, "I'll get up right away, I'm going to work soon."

While the two were chatting, Zheng Ling suddenly stretched out his hand and circled Feng Xian, who immediately trembled and became a little stiff.

His big reaction made Zheng Ling on the side a little dumbfounded.

"What's the matter, don't you feel comfortable touching you?" She said lazily, "Hiding so fast."

"I'm not uncomfortable." Feng Xian grabbed Zheng Ling's hand helplessly, and paused every word, "It's just that if you continue to behave like this, you may not be able to go to work this morning."

After finishing speaking, Feng Xian directly lifted the quilt, quickly hugged Zheng Ling, then got out of bed, and went to the bathroom with his pile of clothes.

Just listening to Feng Xian's voice, he couldn't tell that he was so nervous.

After entering the bathroom, Feng Xian heaved a long sigh, facing the mirror, he touched his red and hot cheeks.

What happened last night has become a beautiful memory seared in my mind.

……

After getting dressed, washed and came out of the bathroom, Feng Xian went to the bedside and asked Zheng Ling if he was feeling well.

"I'm fine, I'm not feeling sick, you can go to work."

She is in good spirits, such a good spirit...

"Then I'll go to the company first, and I'll be back in the afternoon."

After Feng Xian left, Zheng Ling lingered on the bed and didn't get up until 11 o'clock. After eating a light meal downstairs, she glanced at the news on the Internet.

Tong Xiaoyue didn't specifically control the comments, and most of the online comments about Feng Xian were belittle.

Zheng Ling looked at it, feeling very uncomfortable, so he logged into Bibo, and quickly supported Feng Xian on his account.

Zheng Lingv: He is very good-looking, the prettiest boy in my heart.

She doesn't speak, and we don't have any material yet.

As soon as she spoke, there was more material for everyone to discuss.

——? ? ?The end of the game?

--nice?Uh, is it a good-looking one that shines with money?I can't believe it, the domineering president at 28, who doesn't like to post photos, and who doesn't have any news on the Internet, will look good.

——Didn’t I say that those who don’t post photos online will be treated as ugly, hehe.

——Choosing solidarity at this time should be true love.

Zheng Ling just said this and said nothing.

Then Sister Tong's phone call came, she hated that iron could not be made into steel, "Miss, Xiaoling, this is the key point, you should send less scarves."

"Sister Tong calm down." Zheng Ling said with a smile, "I carefully checked the public opinion, and sending a little news now will not affect the overall situation. They said that Feng Xian's words were too ugly."

"..." Inexplicable Xiu Enai warned, Tong Xiaoyue said in her heart that it was really harmless, "Don't read the comments anymore."

"When the interview comes out, it will all be really fragrant."

"You have been in a happy mood recently, just wait for the result of the matter."

(End of this chapter)