Chapter 218 The cake you drew can support you to death
Chapter 218 The cake you draw can make yourself die
Author: Jiufangyu
Chapter 218 The cake you draw can make yourself die
Of course, Zhong Jiuyin didn't take it away. She changed her words and said that she was still uncomfortable. She sighed and asked Yan Cheng to contribute to her to make her happy.
What could Yan Cheng have to offer? He brought himself here, and there was no other way except to send sheep into the tiger's mouth.
The sofa became the place where Zhong Jiuyin committed the crime.
She had found the bottom line of this date from Yan Cheng's various reactions and did whatever she wanted.
Yan Cheng had a button that was torn off and rolled down to the foot of the coffee table.
But he couldn't see it, and looked up at the ceiling. His palms were originally holding the back of the sofa, but his palms were sweating and gradually he couldn't grasp the leather material.
Zhong Jiuyin's mouth was dry and her eyes were fixed on the beautiful scenery in front of her. She casually took a cup and drank a sip of water, and continued to describe it carefully.
"It's really tender and tender."
"…That's what monsters mean by Tang Seng. Are you a monster or a pervert?"
"Can you only choose these two words? Then I'll be a pervert."
"………” Wushu could no longer describe Yan Cheng's thoughts.
"Don't move your hands," he began to struggle, "an hour should come, I have to go back."
If you take advantage of this kind of unethical customer, you have to deliver new products in batches and keep your appetite full of appetite.
What she is willing to spend money on this is no longer a simple item, but a reward after she has identified the brand itself.
Zhong Jiuyin pressed and held him down: "What's the hurry? I feel uncomfortable."
He sneered: "I think you are very well, and you are more drooling than tears."
What makes him feel uncomfortable is that he is still the same.
Zhong Jiuyin coughed, so she had to let go of him, look at him buttons, and look at his neckline.
"Don't stay for a while?"
Yan Cheng: "What are you doing to stay? Being a humiliated robot?"
"What are you saying? We can chat. Don't you think that having a relationship requires language resonance and soul collision?"
It is about soul collision, and that look shows another kind of collision.
Yan Cheng is quite new. She also knows that falling in love is not just about holding it and chewing it around?
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked.
“Talk…and talk about our future.”
According to her past experiences, the ladies who are raised in the boudoir always have an extraordinary yearning for love and like to imagine a bright future with warmth and love to imagine a bright future.
It is also the moment when my peers are the best at drawing cakes. They can make the other party hug with tears in just a few words.
Yan Cheng was also very interested in this topic: "Okay, let's talk about your thoughts."
She rubbed her hand over again, pinching the lapel of the clothes that lacked a button and slowly speaking:
"I imagined the future - we will always be together. When we have the opportunity in the future, I will accompany you to many places, accompany you through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and meet the vast sky you have never seen before. I have never eaten.
Delicious food.
We can find you back after missing the thirty years. I will celebrate your birthday again for thirty years, so that every year of your life will have my presence. When we get old, find a warm flower to wear.
I will take care of my old age in the sea, and raise dogs and flowers at that time... If I had no such future, I wouldn't know what to do."
"I think you are not as easy as me. You can even hold yourself to death if you draw a cake." Yan Cheng was not moved at all after hearing this, and he patted her hand and stood up.
Zhong Jiuyin was photographed inexplicably: "Is this future not good?"
Yan Cheng didn't answer, Leng Bingbing looked at her and said, "I'm twenty-eight this year. Who are you going to spend those thirty years with?"
"…………Ah? Sorry to remember it wrong." She was a little embarrassed and took his hand.
Yan Cheng shook his hand away and refused to let her pull it. She approached a few more steps and grabbed it with both hands.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, just a slip, just a slip."
Yan Cheng just sneered, and he didn't look at her with his face, but he didn't push away his hands.
"That," Zhong Jiuyin laughed embarrassedly, "Or what if I change it to twenty-eight years, I will say it again?"
"No, I don't want to listen to the bright future of you and a thirty-year-old man."
"...Don't say anything angry. I'm still a little uncomfortable."
Yan Cheng glanced at her: "Where is it uncomfortable? The mouth is too uncomfortable, don't worry."
"..." Zhong Jiuyin simply stopped talking and tiptoed to kiss him.
I kissed it once, but I was avoided the second time.
"It's very late, I'm going back." Yan Cheng said.
That's what he said, but he didn't move.
A smile appeared in Zhong Jiuyin's eyes. She cooperated to grab his clothes and acted like a bully and said, "Go back? No way, I will never let you go."
After saying that, the hungry tiger pounced on him and his front teeth hit his lips, almost knocking him out of bleeding.
Yan Cheng suffered a lot and could not help but pull the person away and kissed him.
I didn't know how long it took for the double-layer curtains to be closed, and I couldn't tell the speed of time from the sky outside. The indoor lights gave people the illusion that only three or two minutes had passed.
Until Yan Cheng couldn't control himself, he grabbed Zhong Jiuyin's running around and pushed her away.
This time he had to leave. He picked up his phone to look at the time. It was almost one o'clock in the morning.
"I have to leave," he clasped his clothes, put his fingers on Zhong Jiuyin's long hair, and finally kissed him, "I'm going to the hospital for a review tomorrow, you should go to bed early."
Zhong Jiuyin pulled her hair back, sniffed her hot lips and said, "Don't you need to be so anxious, right?"
"Don't care about your own body?"
"I didn't say I won't check it. It can be the day after tomorrow, or two more days."
Yan Cheng looked at her: "I'm going to fly abroad on Wednesday. Didn't you hear what I said just now?"
"Ah... I almost forgot. But I didn't have to accompany you... Oh, I forgot again. You said that your boyfriend is not a fully automatic kissing machine. You have to prove your role through other companions."
Since that was the case, she had to agree.
"That's OK, tomorrow will be tomorrow. But I said the wrong thing on the show today. Brother Qian said that there are a lot of paparazzi reporters staring at us. Can it be done?"
"Don't worry, just take a picture," Yan Cheng sorted out himself and prepared to open the door and leave, and said, "And you said nothing wrong."
It's just that the occasion is not right.
Zhong Jiuyin raised his eyebrows and sent him to the door. After touching the door handle, he turned his head and said, "It's quite late, otherwise you'll just be here and forget about it for one night."
Yan Cheng's heart beat, but he was unmoved on the surface: "No, I'm afraid something happened to me."
"..." Who should I bury?
He opened the door and went out, put his hand on her shoulder and did not let her go out.
"It's cold outside. Have a good night's sleep, I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay. You'll be slower on the way."
After Yan Cheng left, the room was quiet.
Zhong Jiuyin turned off the living room and the darkness of the night poured down, and finally looked like an early morning.
She went into the room in the dark, rubbed her hot lips on the back of her hand for a while, and then yawned, feeling sleepy as if she had just been released from prison, and it was surging to her brain.
Look, once a person loses his or her fun, he or she only has the basic needs of eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping.
She lay down on the bed and licked the corners of her mouth, turned over and continued to meet Yan Cheng in her dream.