Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: No. 1 Yuan from a wealthy family

Chapter 123 Confiscation
Being pressed down, Qin An was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe, and just stared at Song Yizheng with wide eyes.

In the dim light, the contours of faces look like shadows.

"I'm a little nervous?"

half an hour.

Qin Anhao opened his mouth to mention something, feeling nervous that it would be better to just click on it.

However, as soon as her voice fell, Song Yizheng lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply, but the deep taste lasted only a moment, and he looked at her deeply when he left.

Qin Anhao, who was kissed by Song Yizheng, was a little confused, the breath on her lips had not yet dissipated, and her surroundings were surrounded by his breath.

After his mind went blank, he struggled to resist, but was held down by him again.

"Try it first, if it doesn't work, stop it."

Song Yizheng said something in a seductive voice, gentle and gentle, like a warm spring breeze, brushing against her ears.

Qin Anhao stared at Song Yizheng, and his eyes seemed to be spinning; because Song Yizheng softly said to try, he could stop.

Her tense mood relaxed slightly, she was silent for a long time, and then nodded.

It was only later that Qin Anhao found out that there is no end or stop at the beginning...

The next day.

Qin Anhao felt that he had slept for a long time, and his whole body was sore and tired, as if he had been run over. When he opened his eyes, he saw the color of the ceiling, and his body froze. The memories of last night suddenly flooded out like a tide, and his blood burst Scenes.

His cheeks immediately turned red, and he gently pulled off the quilt on his body with some embarrassment, and looked inside.

It was tightly closed.

Her heart was beating fast at this moment.

She had completed a sort of rite of passage from girl to woman yesterday, although it was a bit painful at first.

Thinking of this, Qin Anhao suddenly stopped thinking, turned his head to look at the side, and heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't see anyone.

She was afraid that he was by her side, and then when he saw her wake up, he hugged her again and said ambiguous words.

Then... go on! ! !
Yesterday, after a long time, she was crying, feeling a little wronged.

With the opaque curtains, you can't see the sky outside, but intuitively speaking, it's late, so Qin Anhao first reached out and touched the phone under the pillow.

He didn't find the phone, only a note with the words 'Confiscated' written on it.

Seeing the word confiscated, Qin Anhao suddenly tightened his hands, rubbed the note up, and then threw it aside. When he wanted to get up, he suddenly seemed to be hurt by something, and he yelled in a muffled voice, feeling a little painful Lie back.

Song Yizheng, who heard the movement, knew that he was awake, so he called for food first, and then walked into the house at last.

As soon as he entered the room, Qin Anhao noticed that Song Yizheng was already well-dressed, and that familiar straight figure made her exert herself and sat up.

Seeing Qin Anhao's actions, Song Yizheng quickened his pace to help her, and then asked in a warm voice: "How is it?" Obviously concerned about her body, his eyes flicked to a certain red spot on her chest, with a calm expression and a calm mood. pleasure.

Seeing Song Yizheng supporting her to look down, Qin Anhao's face was slightly gloomy, and he quickly covered the quilt with both hands, and replied angrily, "Don't look at it, where is my cell phone?"

After saying that, Qin Anhao pushed down the quilt next to him, wrapping himself tightly, with a cautious appearance, full of defense.

Seeing her like this, Song Yizheng raised his brows slightly, lowered his head and kissed her lips for a moment, and said softly when he left: "I have read the content on the phone, it's late now, I'll help you get dressed."

After the words fell, Song Yizheng had already started to act.

Hearing Song Yizheng's words, Qin Anhao was a little confused, what's on the phone?
After a moment of ecstasy, she came to her senses and blushed, seeing that Song Yizheng was about to lift the quilt to help her get dressed.

Pressing the quilt tightly, she blushed and replied, "I'll do it myself, you, you go out."

After all, Qin Anhao waved his hand, hoping that Song Yizheng would go out.

Song Yizheng didn't leave, but bowed his head and kissed her bright red lips. When he left, he leaned against her ear and said softly and bluntly: "Every inch of your skin has my traces. If you continue to do this, I will use my strength."

The words were obviously ambiguous and gentle to the bone, but it made Qin Anhao feel a little bad.

She believed that he would do it by force.

So she gave up struggling.

Song Yizheng puts on his clothes seriously, without being too ambiguous. When he sees that some places on Qin Anhao's body are red, his fingertips will stay on them for a while, and finally continue to put on his clothes.

In fact, the marks on Qin Anhao's body are not serious, the only serious one is on the neck, which is too ostentatious.

After getting dressed, Song Yizheng hugged Qin Anhao and went to eat.

The curtains have been opened, judging by the weather, it should be past noon.

There were twelve dishes on the table, all exquisite.

Qin Anhao first sat down and took a breather, then reached out to pick up the tamale and ate something.

He just took two bites, but felt that Song Yizheng didn't seem to make a move, and turned his head to look at him strangely, only to see that Song Yizheng was staring at her with his forehead propped on one hand.

Seeing Song Yizheng like this, Qin Anhao immediately looked away, lowered his head, and said awkwardly: "Don't look at me."

Song Yizheng is too abnormal today, apart from kissing, he just watches.

Hearing Qin Anhao's reminder, Song Yizheng looked away unhurriedly, stretched out his hand gracefully, brought Qin Anhao a bowl of porridge, and said, "Drink some porridge."

Qin Anhao glanced at the bowl of black porridge upon hearing the words, and suddenly asked with some disgust: "What is this?"

A black bowl of whole grains.

Song Yizheng followed Qin Anhao's words, stopped his eyes on the porridge, and finally smiled, and said: "It's good for you."

Song Yizheng smiled at her.

Qin Anhao felt a little hot on his forehead, and drank the porridge suspiciously.

It looks dark, but after eating Qin Anhao, I realized that it seems to be cooked from black rice, walnuts, lotus seeds, black beans, peanuts, black sesame, and wolfberry.

It should be a kind of eight-treasure porridge.

Qin Anhao, who was hungry, had no resistance in the face of delicious food. Song Yizheng handed her a towel as soon as he put down his chopsticks after eating.

When he stretched out his hand and was about to wipe his mouth, the movement of his hand stopped, and he secretly glanced at Song Yizheng. Seeing that Song Yizheng was also looking at her, he withdrew his eyes shyly and continued to wipe his mouth.

When he was full, Qin Anhao wanted to stand up, but when he stood up, he suddenly felt his feet go limp, and he fell down when he saw it, but Song Yizheng grabbed him into his arms in time.

Squeak...the sound of a chair being pushed suddenly.

For the rest, everything seems to be silent.

After Qin Anhao was stabilized by Song Yizheng, he looked up at him, and suddenly realized that the safety after the crisis was so reassuring; he helped Song Yizheng to stand firm first, but his legs were sore, he stood for a while, and then sat down slowly go back.

At this moment, Qin Anhao's cell phone rang.

Qin An looked at Song Yizheng, and Song Yizheng was silent for a while before taking out his mobile phone to Qin Anhao.

It was Lu Zixin who called. As soon as the call was connected, she couldn't hide her joy and asked, "Well, we are going back now. Are you going back with us or by yourself?"

(End of this chapter)