Chapter 72 Song Ni: You can’t

Song Ni was struggling with the question of whether it was okay to talk about Zheng, so she stayed up until three or four o'clock in the night before falling asleep. Her sleep was not stable, and she had complicated and messy dreams.

Ups and downs, light and shadow intertwined.

The scene in the dream was dark and depressing, with all kinds of noise. When Song Ni woke up, she couldn't remember anything except that Tan Zheng was in the dream.

But in the dream, Tan Zheng was still so arrogant.

Song Ni frowned, she would get a headache every time she had such a dream.

There was no longer Tan Zheng beside him, and the temperature had completely cooled down. It must have been a while since he woke up.

Song Ni was a little irritable. She hated having such a dream, which made people unable to help but think about it, but they couldn't remember anything. It was in vain.

I patted my face with cold water several times before I woke up a little.

When I got downstairs, I saw the culprit, Tan Zheng, sitting on the sofa watching TV, looking very comfortable.

Song Ni was furious.

"It's so noisy."

Hearing this, the man sitting on the sofa looked up at Song Ni at the stairs.

Her hair was picked up casually and looked slightly messy. There was still water on her fair and tender face that had not been wiped dry, and her eyebrows were wrinkled.

Tan Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Who provoked her to be so angry this morning?

After finding out that the little girl was someone who would not suppress her emotions, Tan Zheng had no intention of adding fuel to the fire and pressed mute on the remote control.

For a moment, the empty room became quiet.

The man sitting on the sofa raised his eyebrows and looked at the little girl at the stairs with a smile.

Song Ni pursed her lips. She was really not used to Tan Zheng being so talkative.

And why is he laughing? What’s so funny?

The house is too big, and when it’s quiet, anything that happens makes a lot of noise.

For example, Song Ni was opening the refrigerator to drink water. Even though Tan Zheng could not see anything from his angle, he spoke at the moment Song Ni unscrewed the bottle cap.

"There is breakfast and warm milk on the table."

Song Ni raised her head for a moment.

The habit of drinking ice water in the morning was developed after she moved here. Because she was too lazy to do so, the first thing she did when she got up was to warm milk for herself.

He dubiously screwed the cap on the bottle and looked at the dining table. There was indeed breakfast and milk.

This time it was Song Ni's turn to be surprised.

"You did it?"

After saying that, I thought it was impossible. When I looked into the kitchen, there was no trace of any movement.

Tan Zheng snorted and said nothing, continuing to watch TV silently.

That's right, how could someone like Tan Zheng condescend to go into the kitchen and do something as warm as preparing breakfast? Most likely, he called the restaurant to order it.

However, this behavior was enough to appease Song Ni's anger in the morning.

The Tan family's rebellious son, no matter how domineering and arrogant, still prepared breakfast for her?

The temperature of the milk was just right. After one sip, the throat that had been dry all night was moisturized. Song Ni's mood suddenly became happy, and her thoughts fell on Tan Zheng.

"I didn't expect you still have the habit of watching TV."

Tan Zheng changed the channel out of boredom, raised his eyelids and looked at Song Ni, who was eating breakfast without a bite.

"Then what should I do?"

This question really stunned Song Ni.

In her understanding of Tan Zheng, there was nothing else except eating, drinking, smoking, bowing and arrowing, and racing cars.

Tan Zheng can't be drinking forever, nor can he be racing forever. What's more, he has retired and is not a coach. Even if he is racing, he is just a club owner.

Never heard of him having a regular job.

So what does Tan Zheng do at other times?

The more he thought about it, the more Song Ni felt that his understanding of Tan Zheng was too superficial.

"Do you do this in your own home?"

Song Ni held her chin with one hand and played with the empty milk glass with the other. It was really not suitable for Tan Zheng to watch TV.

especially......

Song Ni narrowed her eyes slightly while looking at the video of a certain talent show team dancing on the screen.

A thin waist and long legs will indeed be liked by men.

Tan Zheng also likes to see these?

"no."

The innocent girl group on TV was replaced by a sexy girl group, and Song Ni frowned.

"Then what are you doing at home?"

"sleep."

The sexy girl group began to lower their waists and twist their hips. Even if the sound was turned off, the scene was still heated, and Song Ni's face became even more ugly.

The tone was firm.

"I'll sleep at your house, and watch the girl group at my place, right?"

This can be said to be a very strange statement.

Tan Zheng finally realized that he had not changed the channel for a long time, and finally noticed what was playing on the TV.

Naturally, I also discovered that Song Ni cared so much about this scene.

Tan Zheng let go of his hand, simply threw the remote control aside, and his eyes fell on the screen seriously. Half a minute later, the man commented.

"The third one from the left has a good figure."

Song Ni:......

The anger that had been soothed by the milk suddenly came back.

"What's the use of having a good figure? You can't get it."

While saying this, Song Ni still blatantly looked between the man's spread legs.

Tan Zheng's eyebrows moved slightly. He didn't know whether Song Ni's reaction was jealous, but he really liked Song Ni's prickly look.

I also like to tease her like this.

"Why can't I get it?"

Tan Zheng looked at the angry Song Ni with a smile in his eyes. Just as he was thinking that the little girl would probably talk about the marriage and put on the airs of Mrs. Tan, Song Ni suddenly snorted coldly.

"You can not."

Tan Zheng frowned. No matter what it meant, the man didn't want to be associated with the word 'no'.

But what puzzled him was that the sarcastic smile on Song Ni's lips told him that the "no" she said was the most taboo "no" for that man.

"..."

What's wrong with him?

How did she know that he was dying?

If he couldn't do it, then he just got a kiss on the brow from her last night and still had to drink several bottles of ice water all night long?

Now, Tan Zheng also realized that when Song Ni said those words just now, she was staring between his legs.

"..."

This little girl is not ashamed either.

Tan Zheng lowered his head and glanced, but he didn't feel any discomfort at all. His long legs were still spread wide, and he stretched out his hand towards Song Ni.

"come here."

Song Ni glanced at him warily.

"what?"

The man snorted coldly.

"Let you see if I can do it."

Song Ni:......

Is Tan Zheng a pervert?

"If you don't go, you just can't do it."

As she spoke, Song Ni continued to glance between the man's legs provocatively.

Tan Zheng:......

He had no patience to begin with, let alone when it came to dignity. Regardless of whether Song Ni could get through it, Tan Zheng stood up and walked towards her.

Song Ni quickly jumped off the chair and moved behind the table.

"What do you want to do?"

Tan Zheng's eyes were dark, his lips were straightened, and his voice was tight, which was quite scary.

"What do you think I want to do?"

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