Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 143 What to Expect

His answer was beyond Pei Hang's expectation.

With a cautious attitude, he couldn't help but confirm to him again, "Are you going to Chen Ningfan's birthday party?"

Song Huaijin stared at Qian Mengmeng without blinking, without answering.

Qian Mengmeng, on the other hand, suddenly realized that he was talking on the phone after that sound, so she blinked, raised her hand and made a cute zipper movement to her lips, indicating that she would shut up immediately.

Eyes drooping slightly, Song Huaijin took the cigarette out of his mouth, pressed it out in the ashtray, "Yes, tell her, I will participate."

After saying this, he cut off the call, raised his eyes and looked at Qian Mengmeng again.

"how?"

"That..." Pointing at the dirty skirt in her hand, Qian Mengmeng was a little embarrassed, "Can you put it in a bag for me?"

Standing up from the sofa, Song Huaijin walked into her slowly, stood still in front of the two of them less than half a meter away, and looked down at her condescendingly.

Being looked at by him like this, Qian Mengmeng felt a little ashamed, and at the same time felt a lot of pressure.

Him, what is he going to do?
"Give it to me." Song Huaijin said.

give, give what?Qian Mengmeng raised her head, her face full of doubts.

Because the distance was very close, when she raised her head, she could clearly see Song Huaijin's handsome face zoomed in front of her, the deep eyebrows and eyes above that face, and...the hot lips that had kissed her twice before.

Her heart beat faster, and Qian Mengmeng felt her throat a little dry.

Song Huaijin's gaze sank and she bent down.

Did he mean to kiss her? !

Thinking of this, Qian Mengmeng quickly closed her eyes and held her breath.

The black shadow came down, but it wasn't what she thought.

Song Huaijin bent down and took the dirty skirt from her hand.

Glancing at Qian Mengmeng's closed eyes but still trembling long eyelashes like butterfly wings, he couldn't help leaning closer to her ear, "What are you expecting?"

The voice is deep and full of charm.

Her whole body trembled, Qian Mengmeng opened her eyes, took two steps back and lowered her head, "No, no!"

She, how dare she tell him!

Seeing her "worried" appearance, Song Huaijin's mood sank, and said coldly, "I'll send it to you after I wash it", then turned and walked towards the room she was in just now. .

Did she make him unhappy again?

Qian Mengmeng was a little worried, but after hesitating for a while, she still followed.

But who knows, just as she stepped into that room again, she saw Song Huaijin standing not far from the door, staring fixedly at the big bed.

Following his line of sight, what Qian Mengmeng saw was a slightly messy bed sheet that had been raped by her...

Hearing her footsteps, Song Huaijin turned around and looked at him, her eyes were deep and dark.

Qian Mengmeng was afraid of his questioning, so she lowered her head and quickly made up a lie, "I just felt a little tired, so I just lay down for a while."

Song Huaijin: "..." Tired?lie down for a while?

Lying on a bed in a strange man's house for a while while changing clothes?

Thinking of this, he just felt upset and irritable, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, and rolled his eyelids.

"Can you have some brains?" he said.

Because she was in a bad mood, Song Huaijin's tone was unavoidable, and her voice was unconsciously louder.

Being scolded by him like this, Qian Mengmeng quickly lowered her head like a frightened little rabbit.

"I'm just stupid..." Her small face was twisted into a ball, and she looked like she was about to cry because of grievance, "No matter how hard you try, you won't be smart."

(End of this chapter)