After Song Qingyou took a shower, she walked around the bedroom and didn't see Lu Jingchen.
As the breeze blew, a low and sweet voice came from outside.
Song Qingyou opened the curtains and saw Lu Jingchen standing on the balcony, talking on the phone.
Song Qingyou walked over, hugged his waist from behind, leaned her head on his back, and stood quietly behind him.
"If you have any questions, let's talk about it when I get back."
Lu Jingchen replied in a low voice and hung up the phone.
He put the phone back into his pocket, looked at the little hands around his waist, couldn't help but wrap her hands in them, and whispered: "It's washed."
"Yes."
After hearing Lu Jingchen's words, Song Qingyou nodded and responded in a low voice.
Then he thought of the phone call he just hung up, and couldn't help but worry: "Something happened to the company."
Lu Jingchen looked at the neon night scene and was silent for a moment before replying calmly: "It's okay, don't worry."
Ji Chi called because of a small signing ceremony.
It wasn't a big deal, and it didn't have to be him.
On an autumn night, the breeze blows, bringing a slight coolness.
Thinking of Song Qingyou's slender body, he was worried about her health.
Lu Jingchen let go of his hand on his waist and was about to ask her to go back to the house with him.
When he turned around and saw her wet hair, he couldn't help but frown and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you blow dry your hair again?"
Seeing his gloomy handsome face, Song Qingyou smiled slightly, stood on tiptoes, kissed his smooth chin gently, and said playfully: "Why do you feel so distressed?
If you feel distressed, just blow it for me."
After saying that, he winked at Lu Jingchen, with a look on his face that gave you a chance to show off.
Seeing her childish movements, Lu Jingchen felt helpless and funny, and couldn't help but pinch her face, "Why are you becoming more and more like a child?"
Thinking of the calm and calm look on her face when they first met, she was completely different from the playful and cute look on her face now.
Song Qingyou put her arms around his strong waist, put her face against his chest, and said lightly: "Isn't this a very popular saying on the Internet now?"
"What words" "The best love is: I admire you like a hero, and you love me like a child."
As soon as Song Qingyou finished speaking, Lu Jingchen's eyes lit up, and then he couldn't help lowering his head and placing a gentle kiss on her pink lips.
He whispered: "So I am your hero."
The low and hoarse voice made Song Qingyou tremble slightly, and then he glared at the instigator angrily, and said arrogantly: "It's not so easy to be my hero.
Whether you can be my hero depends on Mr.
Lu Will my future performance satisfy Mrs.
Lu?"
Hearing this, Lu Jingchen sighed helplessly.
Sure enough, he still had to perform well. well Forget it, the wife you married must be pampered even if she cries.
Then he pulled Song Qingyou into the bedroom and asked her to sit on the bed.
Then Go into the bathroom and get the hair dryer.
Song Qingyou closed her eyes, raised her head with a contented expression, and let Lu Jingchen take care of her hair.
His big and sharp hands passed through the hair.
The warm breeze blew by, and sleepiness came over her, making her yawn. .
She was about to ask Lu Jingchen if she was okay, but found that the big hand that was still stroking her hair had moved to her delicate collarbone, stroking it continuously.
He also threw the hair dryer aside.
The warm touch made Song Qingyou's sensitive body tremble slightly, and then he raised his head.
When he saw the sparks dancing in Lu Jingchen's eyes, his fair face blushed slightly, and his eyes unnaturally moved away from his handsome face, thickly The curled eyelashes kept fluttering.
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