Sheng Chong's second marriage, Mr. Song is lucky to be pregnant

Chapter 214 Even if I'm Full, I Can't Fight Song Yixian

Thinking of the scene just now, her face became hot.

In addition to the traces of being brutally abused by Yan Qingqiu and Shen Xiaoya, there are also traces of the relationship between the man and woman.

Those marks all indicate how ridiculous what happened just now.

Liang Jincheng had no clothes to wear, but it was impossible to hide under the blanket all the time.

What would she do if someone broke in suddenly?
Liang Jincheng walked down to the ground barefoot wrapped in a blanket, and went to search in Song Yixian's closet.

His clothes are so big.

She picked out a white shirt and wore it loosely, like a pajamas.

The sleeves were long and long, and she had to roll them several times before her slender wrists stretched out.

She also wore a pair of slacks.

But it is also very big to wear on the body. Song Yixian looks very thin and has a good figure, but the difference between men and women lies in the development of bones.

I can't wear those pants, they are too big.

Fortunately, it's not cold indoors, and it's okay to not wear pants.

A white shirt is enough to cover her thighs where it should be covered.

Putting on her clothes, she got into the blanket again and closed her eyes.

……

When Song Yixian returned to his office after the meeting, Liang Jincheng was still sleeping, and the people on the sofa were motionless and very quiet.

Song Yixian walked over and sat on the edge of the sofa. In the dark, he reached out and touched her face. With his index finger, he picked up a lock of hair in front of her forehead and wrapped it around the roots behind her ears.

Then he touched her round ears and played with her hands with great interest.

And the reason why Liang Jincheng pulled back her feelings from the edge of consciousness was because her lips were blocked.

Someone was sucking the air out of her lungs.

The feeling is uncomfortable, but this uncomfortable feeling makes people want it very much.

Very strange.

Liang Jincheng opened her eyes, something was grabbing her lips, and her heartbeat was accelerating.

She let out a cry of surprise and backed away again and again.

It's just that no matter how the delicate body recedes, it's just moving on the sofa.

The man's straight-forward posture was beyond Liang Jincheng's control.

The kiss continued and gradually deepened.

It was already dark outside.

There are no lights in the office.

Human eyes can only see two vague shadows moving in the dark light.

As the kiss deepened, Liang Jincheng was almost certain that the person who came was Song Yixian, not someone else.

His taste is very deep in her memory.

Those big hands held Liang Jincheng's small hand, and their thumbs kept rubbing her delicate skin tightly and gently.

The kiss moved away from her lips, still lingering with reluctance.

Then the wet kiss turned to her neck again, flowing slowly...

"Song Yixian, don't, don't..."

Her breathing was short and rapid, and there were still some trembling sounds.

An involuntary vibrato from deep within.

Except for the oversized shirt, Liang Jincheng was no different from a vacuum at the moment.

Therefore, that man can do whatever he wants without any restrictions.

He buried his head in her chest, inhaling the fragrance of the woman he belonged to.

It was the knock on the door of "dong dong dong" that interrupted this act.

The confused Liang Jincheng regained consciousness a little, pushed and pushed Song Yixian, and said in a low voice, "There are people outside..."

Song Yixian didn't use much strength, and followed Liang Jincheng's wishes to keep a little distance from her.

Junmei frowned, very unhappy.

But he had to stand up again, he knew what was outside the door.

"I was afraid that you were hungry, so I asked my family to bring you meals." He said in a hoarse voice with a very sexy voice.

Song Yixian walked to the door of the office, opened the door, and took something from the crack in the door.

Then with a bang, the lights in the office came on.

He turned on the lamp above the desk, just to give the room a little light.

Liang Jincheng sat on the sofa and didn't find it dazzling.

It was only because the light noticed that the blanket on her body had fallen to the ground, and her chest was wide open.

She blushed, hugged her chest immediately, and buttoned the button.

Song Yixian walked over slowly, but the suit was neat, not like her in a mess, maybe it was just a little crease on the trouser legs.

Song Yixian put the things in his hands on the table, and slowly took out the food box from the bag with his slender hands.

Boxes are placed on the coffee table.

Then they were opened one by one, and each box was steaming.

Liang Jincheng thought, this should have been sent as soon as it was finished.

Seven or eight food boxes were opened, and the meals were quite rich.

Liang Jincheng smelled the aroma of cooking soup.

It is her favorite lotus root pork ribs soup, the taste is very familiar, as if there is He Ma's craftsmanship in it.

Liang Jincheng opened her eyes slightly, and saw the soup can on the coffee table.

Very familiar, it is the one He Ma used to use.

He even asked Mama He to make soup for him.

The fragrance overflowed, and the little gluttons in her stomach became excited.

"Eat, seeing how weak you are, you should make up more."

She is so weak that she can't even speak in such a small voice.

Liang Jincheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only to realize that her throat was dry and itchy.

She first took the warm water on the table, took a sip, and felt much better.

"I didn't hear you screaming much today. I thought my throat wouldn't hurt, so I didn't ask Mother He to bring Sydney soup."

As he spoke, Liang Jincheng's mind became hot and a little dry.

What he said was high-sounding, and there was a bit of playfulness in his eyes, and his brows were shining with brilliance.

It's not that Mama He was not asked to make pear soup, but it was too late and I couldn't buy a good pear, so I didn't bother Mama He to make it.

Liang Jincheng looked at the food and didn't dare to move.

Song Yixian raised his head towards her, "Why, do you want me to feed you personally?"

Liang Jincheng was taken aback for a moment, then gave him a dull look.

Liang Jincheng knew who Song Yixian was, he said hello, maybe he would really feed her.

Song Yixian would feel uncomfortable feeding her.

Also really hungry, Liang Jincheng decided to have enough food and clothing, and reached for the soup.

Song Yixian didn't eat with her, and sat on the side, looking a little unhappy.

Song Yixian sat at one end of the sofa, lit a cigarette, and held the cigarette between his beautiful fingers, exuding a bright red color.

Then Teng raised strands of shredded tobacco, he took a puff, and then slowly exhaled, the smoke was lingering, very masculine.

Liang Jincheng didn't like people smoking, nor did she like the smell of smoke. After coughing twice, Song Yixian glanced at her with a pair of glazed eyes.

It was that look that made Liang Jincheng quickly lower his head.

It was embarrassing, like being caught while peeping.

He was a smoker at first, but later because Liang Jincheng didn't like it, Liang Jincheng was afraid that children who smoked second-hand smoke would make his health bad, so he quit.

Only after Liang Jincheng dumped himself suddenly, he picked up the cigarette again.

Just now, it was just a habitual action, forgetting that she doesn't like the smell of cigarettes.

Song Yixian took away the cigarette from his mouth, then put it in the ashtray on the table and kneaded it repeatedly. After a wisp of blue smoke drifted past, the cigarette butt was completely extinguished.

Liang Jincheng ate quietly without making a sound.

Rude for not eating despite being hungry.

But it was eaten quickly, and it was swallowed with hardly any chewing.

Don't eat the taste, just for a sense of satiety.

Liang Jincheng was afraid that if she didn't eat enough, she would not have the strength to fight against Song Yixian later.

But in fact, even if Liang Jincheng was full, he couldn't fight against Song Yixian.

……

A woman's intuition is always right. Sure enough, after Liang Jincheng put down the bowl and chopsticks, Song Yixian's eyes fixed on her.

Like looking at prey, ready to go.

Song Yixian looked at Liang Jincheng like that, which made her feel hairy.

Unspeakable affection.

Liang Jincheng knew that she would not be a man's opponent, but she still tried in vain and decided to strike first, saying, "You, aren't you hungry?"

Song Yixian stretched his eyebrows, and said softly: "Hungry."

Liang Jincheng said innocently: "Otherwise, you can eat some too. I ate potato and lotus root soup. I haven't touched the other dishes. You can try them. The meals made by He Ma are very good."

Song Yixian glanced at the food box on the table, just as Liang Jincheng said, she really didn't move much, and whispered meaningfully: "Hmm..."

With eyes with deep meaning, he held on to Liang Jincheng, and Liang Jincheng looked at her in a distracted manner.

Liang Jincheng unconsciously pulled up the blanket that had slipped on the floor, and wrapped her petite body in it, revealing only a clean face the size of a palm.

"Then, do you want to wash your chopsticks before you eat?" Liang Jincheng was just a suggestion, her little finger pointed to the chopsticks on the table, and she didn't intend to help Song Yixian clean them.

Song Yixian stood up slowly, and then approached her.

The burly figure suddenly doubled again, and the oppressor was condescending, and the man's eyes showed deep love.

Liang Jincheng could easily provoke Song Yixian's thoughts.

Of course, she doesn't need to do anything, she doesn't need to say anything, just the blush on her cheeks is the cutest.

Song Yixian suddenly grabbed her exposed little hand and kneaded it.

Then he pulled him into his arms.

Behavior Meng Lang.

Her slender waist is unbearable.

Liang Jincheng's back was stiff, and she leaned against Song Yixian's arms, panicked, "Wait, wait, I don't want it, I'm not ready yet..."

She wasn't ready, maybe it was just psychological.

Some things are simply out of control physically.

Those are the most primitive physiological reactions.

"You, what are you doing?"

Today's Liang Jincheng seems to be a little stutterer, repeating every sentence he utters.

Be nervous.

Song Yixian immediately picked up Liang Jincheng, then walked to the desk with more intense lights, and put him down.

There is a glass window behind the desk, but it is extraordinarily bright under the reflection of the light, reflecting Liang Jincheng's shadow.

His slender legs were exposed, and he kept a shameful posture with Song Yixian.

And that little face of hers was blushing unnaturally.

Song Yixian was in the middle of her, holding the back of her head with his big hand, and pressed her down with a kiss.

(End of this chapter)