Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 220 His Clothes
Song Huaijin was stunned, her eyes fixed on her, as if frozen.

As far as his eyes could see, Qian Mengmeng's whole body was drenched, as if he had been splashed with water.

There was still rainwater on her face that would not be wiped off in the future, and her hair was even wet and sticky in strands.

The cheongsam with a prominent figure and temperament, because of the soaking of rainwater, fit her perfectly curvy body.

Very embarrassing, but there is an attractive beauty in the embarrassment.

As if aware of her current appearance, Qian Mengmeng looked a little embarrassed, but she didn't avoid it, but looked straight at him, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for me for so long..."

When she said this, Song Huaijin strode towards her.

Almost as soon as the words fell, she fell into a warm and familiar embrace.

"Song, Mr. Song?"

"sorry."

Damn him for letting her stand in the rain for so long!
Hugging Qian Mengmeng tightly in front of her body, Song Huaijin's eyes flashed with deep self-blame.

The person in his arms was wet with the coolness of the wind and rain.Moreover, she just woke up from a coma before...

Thinking of this, Song Huaijin clenched her teeth and hugged Qian Mengmeng even tighter, as if she wanted to embed her in her body.

"Mr. Song...?" Big brother, what's wrong, why is he hugging her all of a sudden!

She's wet now, it's going to wet his clothes!

Qian Mengmeng struggled subconsciously, but she was no match for Song Huaijin's strength.

Su Jingman picked out the clothes and came out, and what she saw was her son, holding the little girl in his arms with all his strength.

She was overjoyed, and immediately saw that Song Huaijin was really moved.

If not, how could he, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, hug someone who was drenched in the rain?

Coughing, signaling her presence, Su Jingman pretended to turn her head away, but her eyes were still furtively looking in the direction of Qian Mengmeng and Song Huaijin, "Let Mengmeng go and change into clean clothes, don't catch a cold."

When she coughed to signal, Song Huaijin had already let go of her arm.

At this time, after hearing what his mother said, he pulled Qian Mengmeng's wrist without saying a word, led her over, took the clothes from Su Jingman's hand, and led her to the second floor.

Qian Mengmeng followed behind him, and went upstairs in a daze, with traces of water running down the road.

Pushing her into his room, putting the clothes in her hands, Song Huaijin closed the door behind him.

Two people, separated by a door, have different thoughts.

Qian Mengmeng looked at the warm clothes in her hands, and thought of the hug just now, her heart felt a little warm, but at the same time, she still didn't quite understand what Song Huaijin meant by doing this.

Big brother, why did you hug her?
As for Song Huaijin, standing with her back to the door, she hated herself even more.

The moist feeling in front of him reminded him all the time what he had done to her.

When he thought that her body, which had just woken up from a coma, stood in the rain for so long because of a small misunderstanding, he wanted to punch himself.

About 10 minutes later, the door behind him was opened.

Qian Mengmeng's voice came out, weakly, "Song, Mr. Song..."

"What?" Song Huaijin turned around immediately.

As a result, seeing this, his heart twitched, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

Through the half-open bedroom door, Qian Mengmeng was wearing his shirt, standing inside the door with bare legs.

His straight and white long legs still had a slight gleam of water, and his Adam's apple tightened, and an electric current rushed straight to his lower abdomen.

What kind of clothes is Su Jingman looking for?
(End of this chapter)