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

Chapter 77 Just Accidents
Qin Anhao kept silent, didn't dare to move, his body trembled a little, and his palms were all sweaty.

Seeing that Qin An was trembling nervously, Song Yizheng slowly moved away from approaching him.

The warm breath gradually dissipated, replaced by normal air temperature, Qin Anhao also heaved a sigh of relief, and let go of the fingers that were about to pinch the palm of his hand.

But the sweat on the hands cannot be ignored.

After letting go of his hands, Qin Anhao turned his palms outward, trying to disperse the sweat in his palms, and took a small breath, trying to make himself look calm and natural.

Seeing the atmosphere return to normal little by little.

Song Yizheng tightened his hands suddenly again, and planted a warm and gentle kiss on her forehead. When he left, he leaned into her ear and whispered: "If you don't sleep, I won't promise..."

"I'm asleep, I'm asleep."

Hearing Song Yizheng's words, Qin Anhao closed his eyes tightly in a panic before he finished speaking.

Asleep, she really fell asleep! ! !

Seeing the person in his arms like a frightened bird, Song Yizheng's eyes became darker, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he gradually let go of his hand.

Between them, some adaptation process is required.

Qin Anhao yelled and fell asleep, but the sleepiness in his head was not strong, all the nerves and thoughts in his body were focused on whether Song Yizheng would make another move.

But then Song Yizheng didn't do anything else, Qin An was so tired that he gradually closed his eyes.

This feeling.

She didn't sleep peacefully. At dawn, she felt something pressing on her chest, and she was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe. When she opened her eyes suddenly, she saw a big hand covering her chest ambiguously.

The strange feeling made her blush immediately, and she quickly stretched out her hand to push Song Yizheng's hand away.

Song Yizheng's hand was a little heavy, and it took some effort to push it away.

After Qin Anhao pushed Song Yizheng's hand away, he looked at the dawning sky and felt sleepy, so he wanted to turn over and get out of bed for a walk.

But just as she turned over, her hair seemed to be torn off by something, and she suddenly turned her head to look over.

Seeing Song Yizheng's handsome face, who was still sleeping, made her brain skip a beat.

However, at this time Song Yizheng's head was pressing down on her hair, and the deeply sunken pillow, like a whirlpool, had already rolled her hair into it.

Faced with this situation, Qin An finally didn't look at Song Yizheng's face anymore, took a deep breath, protected his hair in embarrassment, then stretched out his hand, carefully trying to pull the hair out from under Song Yizheng's head bit by bit .

Qin Anhao's hair was not long, half of it was being held down by Song Yizheng. When she turned her head and pulled her hair, her face was very close to Song Yizheng's.

You can even feel his deep and powerful breathing.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, and when Qin Anhao's heart was about to drop, Song Yizheng suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Qin Anhao who was close at hand.

The momentary surprise, suddenly became determined and calm.

"what are you doing?"

He opened his lips and asked her a question, frowning slightly, looking very serious.

Qin Anhao was taken aback by Song Yizheng's voice, and slowly let go of the hand that was still pulling his hair, and replied in a soft voice: "You are pressing my hair...!"

Hearing this, Song Yizheng glanced at her, and soon realized that he was indeed pressing her hair, suddenly turned over and sat up, and replied in a flat tone: "En."

If he knows it, he will definitely move away.

She winked in front of his eyes, and he thought she...

Song Yizheng replied, turned over and got out of bed, picked up a piece of clothing, and put it on quickly.

He didn't shy away from it, but Qin An's brain seemed to be congested with blood. He turned his back to Song Yizheng who was changing his clothes, muttering and cursing in his heart.

All the voices from behind rang for a long time.

Qin Anhao's brain became hotter and hotter, and his face became redder and redder, until he felt as if something was coming out of his nose.

Surprised, Qin Anhao immediately reached out and touched it.

With a touch of bright red, Qin An was so frightened that he sucked his nose vigorously, and then wiped the nosebleed away with the back of his hand.

Nosebleed?

tease her!

She just felt that her brain was congested, not that her nose was congested...

At this moment, Qin Anhao's mind was completely confused. He took a deep breath, and then exhaled it. After exchanging fresh air, he suddenly felt much cooler.

Then he slowly lowered his head and touched his nose again, the nosebleed seemed to have stopped.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of closing the door that she breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. She thought Song Yizheng had already left, but she didn't expect that Song Yizheng was still in the room.

The moment he saw Song Yizheng, Qin Anhao turned his head back again.

Song Yizheng originally planned to leave, but he left something behind, and instead of going out after opening the door, he turned back.

When bending over to pick up something, he looked up at Qin Anhao, and when his gaze caught her back, the corners of his mouth gradually raised into a smile, instead of picking up something, he walked up to Qin Anhao with his slender legs.

Standing beside her with his straight figure, seeing Qin Anhao nervously touching his nose after he approached, his eyes sharply sensed the blood on Qin Anhao's hands that hadn't been wiped clean.

He stretched out his hand suddenly and took Qin Anhao's hand.

His eyes darkened suddenly, and he looked at Qin Anhao intentionally, and then he said seriously with his tightly pursed thin lips: "Change your clothes, I'll wait for you outside."

After saying that, he turned around and took a step to go out. The suddenly cold and gloomy face seemed to be in a bad mood.

Seeing this, Qin An followed Song Yizheng's figure for a look, and saw Song Yizheng go out directly and closed the door.

Although she didn't understand why Song Yizheng's face suddenly became gloomy; but she didn't hesitate to pick up the clothes in the room and change them on.

Change your clothes and go out.

Song Yizheng was waiting outside, keeping silent, with Zhang Jun's cold face, cold and serious expression, feeling a little depressed.

Seeing this, Qin Anhao pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere.

Song Yizheng asked first.

"Have you ever had a habit of nosebleeds?"

Apparently, he saw her nosebleed; and in his eyes, a nosebleed was very abnormal.

Hearing Song Yizheng's question, Qin Anhao was stunned for a moment, and said "Ah" incomprehensibly, then he recovered and explained anxiously: "I didn't before, today's nosebleed was just an accident."

She may have thought too much before, so her brain was congested, and then her nose was bleeding.

It's like some men seeing beautiful women with bigger breasts! ! !
Thinking of this, Qin An felt embarrassed and embarrassed.

Song Yizheng ignored the accident, his originally serious face became sharp, and he decided authoritarianly: "Okay, needless to say, let's go for an inspection first."

At this time, Song Yizheng exuded a cold aura, showing a kind of tension that he could not directly express in words.

If you are sick, you have to cure it, and you can't hesitate.

(End of this chapter)