Chapter 255 You must believe in my character (I)

Han Zidong walked to Jin Zaijing with a hair dryer: "Please help me blow my hair."

After taking a look up and down, Jin Zaijing wanted to hold back his smile, but couldn't help it. Her shoulders shook, and then she simply laughed to the side.

"Why don't you change a piece of clothing?"

Han Zidong was a little speechless.

"If I change my clothes, won't you be able to laugh," he said this, "Besides, the colors are a little brighter. Isn't the style look good?"

"It looks great, it looks great."

Jin Zaijing clapped to verify.

"Sit here, I'll help you blow."

Han Zidong sat on the armrest of the sofa.

Jin Zaijing took the hair dryer, plugged in the power cord, and looked at the man in front of him while debugging the temperature.

Her tall nose bridge, shiny pupils, soft facial features, and short black hair, her whole body has an indescribable charm that makes her unable to take her eyes open.

The only drawback is that Han Zidong has his sword-browed and his face is drooping, like a puppy who has suffered a lot of grievances.

Jin Zaijing smiled slightly, took a step, took the phone, and took several photos while Han Zidong didn't react.

"What are you doing?"

Realizing that Jin Zaijing was taking pictures, Han Zidong quickly blocked his face.

"I'm taking my black photos again, right?"

"No, it's very cute."

Jin Zaijing slid and pulled the screen and showed it to Han Zidong: "Do you think it's cute?"

Han Zidong looked at him angrily: "What a cute thing? I'm not a pet dog."

"Yes, you're just a dog," Jin Zaijing said seriously when thinking about the scene of being angry with Han Zidong for a long time: "It's still a heartless dog."

Han Zidong couldn't say that Jin Zaijing was so happy that he turned his head away.

Seeing this, Jin Zaijing smiled even happier: "If you turn around, how can I blew it for you if you don't turn around?"

Han Zidong turned around obediently.

Jin Zaijing took two steps closer, pressed his left leg against the sofa, grabbed the hair dryer with one hand and gently grabbed his hair with the other.

The just right hot wind, the gentle touch, was like a current radiating from his head to his limbs. He only felt his whole body was numb and he had goose bumps.

What made him even more concerned was that some evil was less than 1 cm away from his head. He swallowed and straightened his body a little.

But as soon as he was raised, he was pressed down by Jin Zaijing again: "Don't move around."

"Inside."

Jin Zaijing adjusted his posture and blew his hair for him. His uncontrollable movements made the two little white rabbits move, which was so cute.

Just like when he saw a bubble film, his hands would unconsciously press on it and pinch a few bubbles, Han Zidong almost couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

Fortunately, he still held it back, but his hands were almost rubbing out calluses.

After blowing the hair on the front, Jin Zaijing wanted to blow the hair on the back of his head, moving his body back and forth, inevitably pulling the tight thread on his body.

Especially when the other party's left leg was just between his legs, when he was blowing his hair back and forth, he would occasionally scratch the inner side of his thigh. I didn't know that he thought Jin Zaijing was tempting him.

The incense has been burned long ago and the foreign wine has been drunk. Her body, which is sometimes far and sometimes close, always brings a scent of fragrant wind, with a faint milky fragrance.

He didn't believe in the so-called gene selection theory before, but now he believes it. Damn, Jin Zaijing is so fragrant, so fragrant that he is a little confused and wants to take Jin Zaijing to the bed immediately.

shelf.

My mind was distracted and my long legs were shaking uneasy.

"alright."

After blowing the hair dryer, Jin Zaijing turned off the hair dryer, rolled the bar and placed it under the coffee table.

Han Zidong grabbed his hair, unable to contain his lust in his heart at all, looked up at Jin Zaijing: "Zaijing..."

"Inside."

Jin Zaijing looked over curiously after hearing this.

"You go and take a shower."

"What are you doing for taking a bath?"

Han Zidong moved his butt, sat down with Jin Zaijing, and rubbed his thighs restlessly: "Zaijing."

Jin Zaijing said angrily: "I have something to say."

Han Zidong swallowed: "I said it, you are not allowed to laugh at me."

Jin Zaijing smiled and said, "You talk first, and I will consider whether to laugh at you after I listen."

Han Zidong glanced at the wine glass on the coffee table, took it over, raised his head and drank it all.

Jin Zaijing looked at Han Zidong's anxious look and even took the cup wrong. She smiled and asked, "Do you still want it?"

"Enough...or you'd better pour me another cup."

Jin Zaijing chuckled and poured another glass of wine for Han Zidong. Han Zidong took it and took a sip: "Zaijing, I think you are very fragrant."

"Inside?"

Jin Zaijing frowned slightly, but the corners of his mouth raised up uncontrollably: "What the hell do you want to say?"

Han Zidong took another sip of wine: "Didn't you ask me if I like you when I was having supper?"

"Inside."

Jin Zaijing nodded seriously.

"To be honest, when we first met, your painting skills left a deep impression on me. When I saw your works, there was only one sentence in my mind that echoed."

"What's the matter?"

"Damn it, the painting is so awesome, fuck me!"

"Are you making me happy? Your painting skills are much better than mine."

Han Zidong shook his head: "I am from Yeluzi."

Jin Zaijing echoed: "I am also from a wild road."

Han Zidong was silent for a while: "Don't always interrupt me."

"Miana!"

Jin Zaijing raised his hands and apologized.

"You keep talking."

"Then it was the night when you helped me make sober soup. Until you called me, I always thought that the whole process was my dream, and I dreamed of my ideal wife, and even I dreamed of you later.

Many times.”

Speaking of this, Han Zidong looked at Jin Zaijing: "Zaijing, can you contract my sober soup in the future?"

Jin Zaijing smiled with a pursed lips, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as a rose that had just bloomed. Looking at Han Zidong, she nodded her head lightly.

"Okay, as long as you want to drink, I'll cook it for you at any time."

After receiving a positive answer, he grabbed the air with his right hand for a few seconds, and then naturally climbed up to the thighs of the people beside him. Han Zidong saw that Jin Zaijing seemed to have no resistance, and even seemed to have not noticed it, and was overjoyed.

He speeded up his speech, trying to divert Jin Zaijing's attention: "Then we have cooperated. After we have been with you for a long time and have gotten used to your existence, I can't live without you.

Do you know? Last Saturday, I suddenly had a new idea in the cafe, and my hands were almost catching and cramped," while speaking, he also gestured with his hands: "So Brother Cheng Can asked me stupidly.

I was thinking at the time that you really understand me the most.”

"You are just lazy. Will you die if you carry a pen with you?" Jin Zaijing glanced at Han Zidong angrily: "You have almost finished my eyebrow pencil."

"Look, you understand what I mean as soon as I said it. We swam together on Halloween, so we spent together, and improved the "secret love song" together.

Later you also came up with a strange trick, helping me contact the embassy of our country, and helped me a lot. Even the comic book was inspired by you..."

Jin Zaijing looked at Han Zidong with anticipation and said, "You just agree on what you want to say."

"Ne," Han Zidong drank the last sip of wine in the glass: "I want to say that I can't live without you without you, maybe... would you like to be with me?"

After waiting for so long, I finally heard the answer I wanted. Even though she was strong-willed, Jin Zaijing couldn't help but feel shy and happy foolishly.

But she nodded quickly: "I do."

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