Mr.Scheming, How Are You? - Chapter 480

Qiao Nan into the bathroom, said to him: “you inform Xiaoning, don’t let her worry, I’m ok.”

The man slightly hesitated: “do you want me to help you…”

Qiao Nan Leng for a while, then understood his meaning, originally pale face turned red, quickly shook his head: “I can.”

With that, he closed the bathroom door without hesitation.

Song Lian stands for a while in front of the closed bathroom door, smiles in a low voice, and then turns to call Fu Xiaoning.

Qiao Nan was relieved to see the shadow disappear outside the door. Song Lian just said Help her.

Do you want to wash her?

You’re kidding!

Qiao Nan washed his body with warm water and closed his eyes. Thinking of the way the man was pressing on him today, his stomach felt sick again.

She rubbed the skin around her neck, as if trying to rub the skin off her body.

It took two hours for Qiao nan to come out of the bathroom.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he happened to see Song Lian carrying a tray into the room. He changed his clothes. He had a white sweater at home. He had a good figure and could control any kind of clothes. Just like now, men look as warm as jade, and he seems to know ordinary men.

“Washed? Just for dinner. I made some porridge. ” He put the tray on the table, raised his eyes, just saw the red skin of Qiao Nan’s neck.

Song Lian seemed to think of something. His eyes were cold, and just for a moment, they returned to normal.

Qiao Nan answered and walked over.

Song Lian looked at her quiet appearance and said in a low voice: “I have already told Xiao Ning.”

Qiao Nan nodded and drank porridge in silence.

Song Lian lowers his body and looks at her.

The four eyes are opposite.

“Qiao Nan.” He called her.

Qiao Nan’s epilogue went up slightly.

“I’ll never let that happen again, believe me.”

Qiao Nan Leng for a while, looking at him, the man reached out and stroked his cheek, sighed: “so don’t be sad, OK? It’s over, will you forget him

Qiao Nan said softly, “I know.”

He put the bowl in her hand aside, hugged her, then rubbed his head on her neck, and then gently kissed her.

Unlike that male fan, song lianqin makes her numb and Qiao Nan blushes. She knows that she should push him away, but she can’t bear to.

After all, people you like It’s different.

She had to ask softly, “Song Lian What are you doing? ”

“Don’t you hate that man’s smell?” The man’s low voice is very nice, he kisses her neck again: “then I’ll help you eliminate it.”

Smell speech, Qiao Nan heart apex all trembled.

Song Lian, Song Lian

How can he be so popular.

Qiao Nan’s body softened and gasped slightly.

“Qiao Nan, do you feel it?”

Qiao Nan exhorted, and then heard Song Lian continue to say: “now it’s me who treat you so, it’s Song Lian.”

Qiao Nan put her head on his face and thought that she knew of course, and it was because she knew it was him that she let him treat her so recklessly.

Two people don’t know how to roll to the bed, Qiao Nan holding Song Lian’s head, let the man do anything to her.

She would.

However, Qiao Nan did not expect that Song Lian, who was the last step, suddenly stopped.

“What’s the matter?” she asked in a low voice

Song Lian lowered his head and gave her a kiss on the lip. He looked at the woman’s delicate appearance. His heart was so soft that he said with a low smile, “I forget that you are very tired, and I haven’t finished the porridge. I feel like I’m too cruel to you.”

Qiao Nan blushed and said in a low voice, “it’s OK with me…”

The man’s eyes flashed a little cunning and joked: “but There is no t at home… ”

Smell speech, Qiao Nan cheek blush, some angry push away him.

How could he be so bad!

She took the porridge at the head of the bed and drank it again in silence.

Song Lian looked at her and said with a smile, “Nannan, doesn’t this just confirm that I was clean before?”

“You said it Qiao Nan stares at him.

“Well, no more.” Song Lianhui said and went to the bathroom: “I’ll take a cold bath.”

Take a cold bath.

Qiao Nan was silent.

You deserve it!

After a cold bath, Qiao Nan has fallen asleep by the bed.

She was really tired today. She was kidnapped and was the male fan who had been trying to kill her.

Song Lian squatted beside the bed, looking at the woman’s sleeping face, his eyes fell on her neck with fingerprints, which was very conspicuous on her white skin. It was pinched by that person.Thinking of this, Song Lian wants to kill that male fan.

At the same time, I am more concerned about myself. If I care more about her, maybe nothing like this will happen.

He sighed, covered the woman with a quilt to keep her from catching cold, and then went down to wash with a bowl.

It was early in the evening when we went upstairs.

Song Lian goes to bed who is beside Qiao Nan, but Qiao Nan automatically rolls to his arms like a feeling.

Both of them slept soundly that night.

Especially Qiao Nan, she thought she would have nightmares, but in Song Lian’s mind, she had no dreams all night.

……

Here two people sleep soundly, the sun basks in the buttocks did not wake up.

On the other side of the net, there was a lot of trouble.

Song Lian was woken up by the phone. When he woke up, he first looked at the woman in his arms and then reached for the mobile phone at the head of the bed.

Also did not notice to see, glided to connect: “hello?”

There was silence.

Song Lian seems to feel something, looking at the hand of the mobile phone, micro Leng.

It’s not his cell phone. It’s Qiao Nan’s.

“Hello…” The voice of Qiao Nan’s agent came from the phone: “is Qiao Nan in, please?”

Song Lian takes a look at the sleeping woman and calmly says hello to the phone: “Hello, I’m Song Lian. Qiao Nan is still sleeping and doesn’t wake up.”

I haven’t woken up yet

That’s enough for imagination.

“Mr. Song, your micro blog, photos of you and Qiao Nan have been put on the Internet, saying that you are in love. I want to ask you what you are going to do?”

Was it put online?

Song Lian did not hesitate, directly said: “then you can give Qiao nan to draft articles, directly inform my agent, directly open it.”

Seeing that there was no talk, Song Lian thought she didn’t hear clearly and called again.

“OK, Mr. Song, I see. Please ask Qiao nan to call me back when she wakes up. Thank you.”

Song Lian: “OK.”

After hanging up the phone, song Lianxian went to the microblog and directly went to the hot search