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Chapter 308 SpongeBob SquarePants VS Brother Rock (1)

However, Wen Qiyang didn't put Qu Qingge on the sofa, but sat down by himself, letting her continue to sit on his lap.

Yan'er took two pairs of slippers, and was about to squat on the ground to help Qu Qingge slippers, when Wen Qiyang stopped her.

"I come--"

Wen Qiyang's voice was very soft, afraid that he might disturb the woman in his arms, he took her pair of pink slippers, wrapped her waist in one hand, then bent over gently, and helped her take off the high heels with the other hand, Gently put on the slippers for her.

Qu Qingge felt someone touching her feet while she was half asleep and half awake, she tickled, then opened her eyes, and then saw that she was still sitting on Wen Qiyang's body, he was hugging herself with one hand, and slipping her slippers with the other.

Wen Qiyang also felt the woman in his arms rub against his chest, smiled and said, "Are you awake?"

"Hmm—" Qu Qingge replied, changed his posture, and continued to nest in his arms, without intending to get down.

At this moment, Yan'er, who had been standing by her side, waited for their conversation to end before asking respectfully, "Sir, what do you want for dinner?"

"Qing Ge, what do you want to eat?" Wen Qiyang looked down at Qu Qingge.

"Anything—" Qu Qingge didn't seem to have had enough sleep yet, his eyes were bleary.

"Seafood, is it okay?" he asked.

"I don't want to eat—" she replied.

"Then what do you want to eat?" He asked again.

"Whatever—" she continued.

"Steak?" A certain man.

"I don't want to eat—" a certain woman.

"Ge'er—" Wen Qiyang was a little speechless: "What do you want to eat?"

"I said whatever -" Qu Qingge pouted unreasonably when he saw Wen Qiyang yelling at himself.

Then the two stared at each other for a while.

After staring for a while, another voice came:
"Sir, miss, what do you want to eat, I can prepare it—"

This sentence was said by Yan'er, but as soon as the words settled down, a man and a woman yelled in unison:
"casual--"

The provoking Yan'er had no choice but to touch her nose, lowered her head, and quickly retreated helplessly.

Qu Qingge didn't feel that she was comparing herself at all. The two of them sat on the sofa in silence for a while, but she still threw her head into Wen Qiyang's arms and muttered weakly: "Wen Qiyang, I'm tired, I want to sleep."

"Okay—" Wen Qiyang agreed immediately, looked at Qu Qingge with a smile, then picked her up and walked to the bedroom on the second floor.

While walking, she whispered in her ear wickedly: "Sleep, let's sleep together."

As he said that, taking advantage of the woman in his arms not paying attention, he nibbled on her ear, causing Qu Qingge's face to turn red.

She glared at Wen Qiyang angrily, and said shyly but airily: "Sleep on your head, Wen Qiyang, I'm in a bad mood right now, don't mess with me, I want to sleep."

Wen Qiyang was yelled at, but became more and more happy. He raised his eyebrows naughtily, not afraid of the woman in his arms getting angry, and said with a smile: "Okay, you sleep, I will hug you, and I promise not to mess with you." , Ge'er, I know you're in a bad mood, so I'll sleep with you when you're in a good mood, and you say yes."

Qu Qingge was momentarily speechless at his reply, so she could only blushed angrily.

Every time he talked about these things with him, he would openly distort her meaning. The more she explained, the angrier she got, the worse his mouth would be.

　
　
(End of this chapter)