Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 122 Deja Vu
Looking at the outline of his body that was soaked in water, Qian Mengmeng's heart beat faster.

She lowered her head and forced herself not to look too much.

Song, Mr. Song is so sexy TuT
Song Huaijin's eyes sank as she glanced lightly at Qian Mengmeng who was standing beside the sofa.

Taking out his mobile phone, he called Pei Hang, "Bring a set of clean clothes to the second floor of the annex building."

In winter, wearing wet clothes, even in a heated house, Song Huaijin inevitably felt uncomfortable.

After hanging up the call, he looked at Qian Mengmeng again, only to see that she had shrunk to the curtain in the corner in an instant, almost hiding in the curtain.

She is still afraid of him.

With a clear mind, Song Huaijin withdrew her gaze, hooked the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating manner, walked to the sofa and sat down.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there are fruit snacks, even cigarettes and alcohol.

These are all masterpieces of Yu Xizhu before.

After pausing for a moment on the box of cigarettes, Song Huaijin stretched out his hand and took it over, took out a cigarette three times and then lit it with the lighter.

Taking a deep breath, the taste of nicotine penetrated deep into his mouth and down into his lungs. The familiar feeling made his eyes narrow almost inaudibly.

Quit smoking for her for ten years, and for her, pick up again.

Standing under the curtain, Qian Mengmeng clutched her small bag, struggling fiercely in her heart.

Just now, because Lu Yao's situation was too scary, she put all the unhappiness with Song Huaijin behind her.Therefore, facing him, she could still remain calm.

But now, only she and him were left in the room.

Subconsciously, Qian Mengmeng felt that she should say something.But there was a blank in my mind, and I couldn't make up a complete sentence.

Slightly raising her head, she secretly looked towards the other side of the sofa, and saw where Song Huaijin was sitting, smoke billowing up and the scarlet fire flickering on and off.

The profile of his profile face is handsome and straight.The fingers with a cigarette in their mouths have slender joints.With the movement, the cheeks are slightly sunken.

An unprecedented sense of familiarity hit Qian Mengmeng's heart hard.

She looked at him and forgot to look away for a moment.

With a breath, Song Huaijin put out the cigarette butt, raised her eyes unintentionally, and saw Qian Mengmeng staring at her without blinking.

"What?" Is she trying to say that smoking is bad for your health?Ah.

The consciousness of wandering in the sky was snapped back by this sentence.

Qian Mengmeng shivered, and subconsciously shook her head like a rattle.

She, she just felt that Mr. Song and big brother looked like, it was really scary!

He didn't even bother to say a word to anyone.Song Huaijin felt astringent in her heart.

He looked away and stood up from the sofa.

Sensing his move, Qian Mengmeng immediately took another small step back.

Afraid of becoming like this.Song Huaijin's eyes were even darker.

Gritting his teeth, he was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.Immediately afterwards, Pei Hang's voice sounded outside the door, "President Song, it's me."

Eyelids drooping slightly, Song Huaijin took a deep breath, walked towards the door, and opened the door to let Pei Hang in.

As soon as he stepped into the room, his boss's face was wet and black, and standing by the curtain was Qian Mengmeng, who pursed her lips and felt a little uneasy.

In no time, Pei Hang made up a thousand-word novel.

Mr. Song, it's not because he wants the Overlord to force his bow and get splashed all over him!

　Thanks for the reward from the rain-weary girl~ Meme

　　
　
(End of this chapter)