Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 277 Longing for her

The separation of two months caused the excitement of reunion after a long separation between their hearts and bodies.

This kiss was extremely lingering and lasted for a long time.

Song Huaijin didn't leave her until Qian Mengmeng groaned slightly out of breath.

Almost at the moment when he left, Qian Mengmeng was slightly taken aback, and then quickly lowered her head.

What did I do just now!Blinking her big moist eyes, she was annoyed at her depravity and lack of self-control.

Song Huaijin, on the other hand, stared at her from a very close distance with her eyes closed, without saying a word for a long time.

He felt her response just now, otherwise, he wouldn't be so addicted to it.

The soft and warm touch of her cheeks still remains in the palm, her taste is even more stained on the lips, and her faint sweetness lingers on the tip of the nose.

Everything is so familiar, just the same as before, unchanged.

It's so sweet that he can't wait to hold her in his arms the next moment, and love her fiercely over and over again with all his strength.

"Big brother." Qian Mengmeng suddenly called him in a low voice.

"En." Song Huaijin seemed to respond casually.

"I am going home."

Probably because she was afraid that her words would anger him, after she finished speaking, Qian Mengmeng's body shrank slightly for a moment.

If she had said this before, Song Huaijin might have agreed.

But today, he didn't respond.Even, when he saw her slight movements, his eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing at home?" He asked rhetorically, at the same time, he raised his hand to brush a lock of hair from Qian Mengmeng's cheek, "I don't want to let you go back."

Her heart shrank, and Qian Mengmeng's eyes widened.

"Can't you feel it?" Song Huaijin lowered his head again, leaned close to her ear, and said in a voice that sounded like a croon, "My mood."

After speaking, he quickly raised Qian Mengmeng's hand that was hanging by his side, and put it on his chest.

Plop, plop, plop, plop.

A steady and firm heartbeat passed through her chest and was reflected in her palm, sweeping up with an indescribable heat.

He longs for her.

Eyes trembling, Qian Mengmeng swallowed and held her breath.

Song Huaijin's warm and familiar breath covered her body, like a big net, tightly bound her body and heart, not allowing her to leave.

For a while, the car fell into silence again.

I don't know how long it took, Song Huaijin took out his mobile phone and dialed a call to Pei Hang outside the car.

"Get in the car and go back to the hotel."

When he said this, his gaze was fixed on Qian Mengmeng who was hanging his head in front of him.

Therefore, her slight movements naturally did not escape his eyes.

There was no obvious objection, let alone resistance, Song Huaijin was sure in her heart.

If so, take her away.

Pulling the corners of her lips, Song Huaijin casually threw the phone back to its place, turned over and sat down.

Not long after, Pei Hang opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

The black Bentley drove slowly towards the Intercontinental Hotel in the dark.

Along the way, Qian Mengmeng lowered her head. Although she couldn't see her expression clearly, she didn't say anything.

……

The two stepped into the VIP suite one after the other.

The atmosphere was still weird, and the silence was always lingering. Even Pei Hang didn't dare to come in and disturb him. After seeing the two people entering, he quickly closed the door from the outside.

Song Huaijin walked very slowly, and finally stopped by the sofa in the living room of the suite.

Turning around, he looked at Qian Mengmeng, "Do you know what this means?"

(End of this chapter)