A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

"We don't have any vacant houses for sale in our villa area, so don't even think about it."

Speaking of this, Qiao Jingjing was extremely proud; their villa area was highly sought after.

The number of wealthy businessmen and celebrities is countless.

How could anyone sell a villa? Even if they were going to sell it, it's impossible for Bei Su Chen to run into it during the Chinese New Year.

How coincidental is that?

Su Chen didn't care; buying a house was just a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Let's wait until someone sells it before we talk about it.

I spent the day playing outside and returned home in the evening.

Qiao Jingjing was the first to enter the room. She kicked off her shoes, put on slippers, and ran to the sofa.

They got a good spot.

He raised his head and said to Song Qian, "Sister Song, come over here quickly, I've saved a seat for you too."

Song Qian shook her head helplessly after reading it.

Aren't you just asking for trouble?

really.

After changing his shoes, Su Chen leaped and sat down next to Qiao Jingjing.

"you!!!"

Qiao Jingjing's eyes widened; he had never seen such a shameless person.

Su Chen, however, didn't care at all.

They even pushed Qiao Jingjing, who was the first to sit on the sofa, to the side.

He lay down in her original spot.

"What do you want to do?!" Qiao Jingjing finally couldn't help but shout out loud.

Su Chen, who was lying there, raised his head upon hearing these words.

He turned his head back to look at her.

"Isn't it obvious? If you want to eat, you have to work."

Su Chen pointed to his shoulders and waist.

"You only have these two seats, hurry up and press them, then we'll start eating."

"you!!!"

Qiao Jingjing had no choice but to sit on Su Chen's lap, her hands pressed against her lower back.

Since you can't resist it, just enjoy it.

Recalling what Song Qian had said earlier, Qiao Jingjing revealed a devilish smile.

Press firmly on your waist with both hands.

The face is ferocious.

Although Su Chen hasn't said a word, Qiao Jingjing noticed that he was trembling.

This made her very happy.

"You always bully me, and you dare ask me for a massage?! It'll hurt like hell!!!"

The more I think about it, the happier I am.

The happier you are, the stronger you are.

"Sir, how's that pressure? Should we lighten it a bit?"

Qiao Jingjing's eyes lit up, and sweat was already beading on her forehead.

His hands turned pale from exerting too much force.

But even so.

She also wanted to hear Su Chen scream in agony, just to feel a little better.

But Su Chen pressed it lightly, and then there was no further reaction.

"Wow~ You have a pretty high pain tolerance~ I don't believe you can endure this much longer."

Qiao Jingjing's hands were too weak, so she could only use her arms to press back and forth.

"Um......"

"Hahaha, can't take it anymore, can you!" Qiao Jingjing pressed even more happily.

Su Chen was unaware of Qiao Jingjing's inner thoughts, but he felt that Qiao Jingjing's massage was comfortable.

At first, it felt like a baby was stepping on him.

It feels a bit like a massage now.

Half an hour passed.

Exhausted, Qiao Jingjing finally leaned on Su Chen's back.

"Damn it, now look what happened! Go cook!"

Feeling the softness behind him, Su Chen still said, "Only half an hour of today's four hours has passed. We'll continue after we finish eating."

Qiao Jingjing nodded casually, and ran back to her room after finishing her meal.

If you're so capable, Su Chen can go with you.

But Su Chen was clearly not looking at her, but at Song Qian on the other side.

This trip to Shanghai was partly to see how He Xingfu was doing, and also to see Andy and Qu Xiaoxiao.

On the other hand, I wanted to bring Song Qian here to relax.

So far, the results seem good.

At least she had a lot of fun in a strange city.

There wasn't that much distance between us.

That night, of course, we should enjoy ourselves.

Song Qian pretended not to see it.

But Su Chen noticed the evasive look in his eyes.

The redness of her neck contrasted sharply with the fair skin of her face.

Su Chen smiled and prepared to get up, but Qiao Jingjing remained clinging to his back, refusing to move.

"Pig, how am I supposed to cook if you don't get up?"

"Who knew giving you a massage would be so tiring? I don't want to move right now. Why don't you just carry me on your back and do it?" Qiao Jingjing said casually.

Just as he was about to get off the sofa, Su Chen lifted him up with both hands.

Qiao Jingjing screamed and suddenly hugged his neck tightly with both hands.

that's it.

Su Chen actually stood up with Qiao Jingjing on his back.

Firm.

Soft.

Two words came to Su Chen's mind.

"You're really planning to take me cooking? Hurry up and put me down." Qiao Jingjing whispered in Su Chen's ear and patted his shoulder.

"You think I'm under your control just because you tell me to carry it or put it down?"

Su Chen not only didn't let go, but also pulled up the sofa cover from the sofa and threw it behind him, so that it appeared on Qiao Jingjing's waist like a rope.

Then, to her astonishment, they tied the two of them together.

Qiao Jingjing: ? ? ? ? ? ?

She was so surprised that she forgot about the two hands on her legs.

Qiao Jingjing tried to get away by bracing herself with both hands, but found that she couldn't use her arms at all.

Su Chen also controlled both of his legs.

Qiao Jingjing had reason to suspect that this was a premeditated kidnapping.

You can't break free from it.

I had no choice but to ask others for help.

"Sister Song, look what Su Chen is trying to do!"

"Su Chen, what do you mean by this?"

Upon approaching the two, Song Qian looked them over with considerable curiosity.