Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 142 Two-Way Secret Love
Eyes narrowed, Song Huaijin stopped.

With his back to her, he hooked his lips, as if mocking himself, "Is there any difference if you know each other or not?"

The voice was faint, with deliberate alienation.

After the words fell, Song Huaijin left the room without looking back.

Standing in the room, Qian Mengmeng didn't understand the meaning of his words for a long time.

Of course there is a difference between knowing and not knowing!
They clearly knew each other, and if they said they didn't know each other, that would be a lie.Why did he want to lie to Xie Zisu?

Is... Do you like it?

Pursing her lips, Qian Mengmeng sighed and walked towards the closet.

"I like Jing Chen, I also like Miss Xie, and I even kissed Chen Ningfan... Mr. Song, he is really a philanthropic person."

Unexpectedly, after so many years, her elder brother would turn from an indifferent and beautiful boy to a playboy who lived among thousands of flowers and could eat both men and women. The world is really changing so fast! TvT
Opening the closet, Qian Mengmeng was once again amazed by the clothes in sight.

She hadn't expected that all the clothes in this wardrobe were Jonyfiiy's latest winter clothes.

Moreover, Qian Mengmeng is very familiar with each of these winter clothes, and they are all exactly the same as those in the endorsement advertisements she shot.

Randomly choosing one she likes more, Qian Mengmeng took off the dirty dress that was soaked in wine and put it on again.

Unexpected fit, as if tailor-made for her.

Taking a picture in front of the mirror, Qian Mengmeng expressed satisfaction, and at the same time she was in a good mood.

After all, this is where she and Mr. Song kissed for the first time, hehehe.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shyly looked at the big soft bed.

Well, aftertaste?
With such thoughts in mind, Qian Mengmeng blushed and walked slowly to the side of the big bed, recalling the scene at that time.

Based on her memory, she found the exact location at that time, took a deep breath, sat down slowly, and then lay down on her back on the soft and comfortable big bed.

His complexion was slightly hot, and his little face began to turn red. He imagined that Song Huaijin was pressing on top of him. His strong, warm body was pressed against her body, and his soft lips touched lightly.

Covering her face, Qian Mengmeng couldn't help rolling on the bed.

God damn it, what is she thinking!Think no more!
But even so, all kinds of unhealthy things in her mind still couldn't help her nympho, and they all swept her heart at this moment, washing away her reason.

……

At the same time, in the living room on the second floor, Song Huaijin leaned back on the sofa, taking a nap with her eyes closed.

It was just a nap, but he was too lazy to go down to avoid the gunfire from Xie Zisu and Su Jingman downstairs.

Thinking of Qian Mengmeng's eyes that had been staring at him at the dining table just now, and the way she looked at him in the corridor, he couldn't help but click his tongue, and raised his hand to unbutton his collar. .

It's too bad, he still wants to kiss her, like being poisoned.

I haven't seen her for a month, but his thoughts about her have not gone down a bit, on the contrary, they have become more intense because of it.

It's a good thing we haven't seen each other all this time, such a sudden meeting almost overturned his hard-won resolution.

Feeling restless, Song Huaijin opened her eyes, bent down to pick up the cigarette case from the table, took out a cigarette and lit it.

The phone rang, and he picked it up with squinted eyes.

"President Song, Chen Ningfan said that her birthday is next week, and she would like to invite you to her birthday party." Pei Hang's voice came over.

Eyebrows raised, Song Huaijin was about to refuse, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Qian Mengmeng walking over.

She was wearing the black and white dress that he asked Jonyfiiy to bring back, and she looked very good-looking.

Moreover, she was still holding the snow-white stained skirt in her hand, with a somewhat bewildered expression on her face.

Seeing him, her eyes lit up, "Mr. Song."

His eyes sank, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and a good word unconsciously blurted out from Song Huaijin's mouth.

(End of this chapter)