Chapter 305 Mr. Zhao is afraid of ghosts 1
Zhao Xiaoyue was already drooling. What should she do? She seemed to be getting deeper and deeper into trouble!
If that were to happen...
"Um... Situ... Um..."
Situ Ming successfully pressed his jelly-like lips against hers.
Quench your thirst!
Their lips touched each other and they melted into sweetness in an instant, as if time had stopped deliberately.
Every touch was the gentle place that Situ Ming had always dreamed of;
Every touch was like the most brilliant fireworks in the universe, instantly brightening up his world.
The souls grow vines that tightly entwine the two hearts until they become one.
Situ Ming held Zhao Xiaoyue's little face in his hands, as if he were treating some rare treasure, his heart and eyes filled with the cute and naive look of a little woman.
"My little moon will always be unique and irreplaceable in my heart, do you understand?"
A sense of security is something illusory and cannot be achieved by just talking about it, but by actions day after day and year after year.
It is also the embodiment of every little thing in life.
Situ Ming pecked his swollen lips lightly, "Master Zhao, I am yours today and forever. I love you, in this life and in the future."
He confessed his feelings to Zhao Xiaoyue in the most direct words, because the little woman was insecure and didn't really trust him, including herself.
After saying this, he hugged the person tightly in his arms, peeking into his heart, feeling extremely heartbroken.
If his baby had not experienced the incident on the slave ship, she would have been cheerful at heart. It's just that her illness might have been caused by that time.
"Dead guy, get up quickly, your back is wet!"
Zhao Xiaoyue punched Situ Ming's chest, as if she was acting coquettishly.
The whole person buried his face in someone's chest like an ostrich.
I never expected this. We were all rookies, but this guy's skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he learned it by himself.
She still feels numb all over.
"Haha! Do you want to check my phone, computer, and everything?"
Mr. Zhao's face turned red, and he glared at the man under him coquettishly.
"What are you talking about?"
Situ Ming no longer teases the little woman.
He stood up and shook off the snow, "Let's go!"
"Ok!"
President Zhao lowered her head and followed Situ Ming into the courtyard like a little wife.
I have to admit that Situ Ming's aesthetic taste is pretty good. It's obvious that a lot of effort has been put into the decoration.
There are also many green plants that Zhao Xiaoyue has never seen before.
For example, the pot in front of her had a pale ghost face, and if she moved it slightly, it seemed like there was a shadow.
Seeing that the little woman was having fun, Situ Ming walked over to stop her helplessly.
"Well, you're almost killing it."
"Do you love her or me?" Zhao Xiaoyue asked unreasonably, "Why does she look like a ghost?"
"Miss Zhao, I'm sorry to make you laugh. It's called the Ghost Orchid. I transplanted it here because it smells like apples. Haha, I'm sorry to make you laugh!"
As soon as Assistant Gu walked in, he saw the young lady playing with the priceless orchid, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
I originally thought that the young master gave the lady the supplies for future use, but I didn't expect that he would use them tonight.
Cough!
Fortunately he was prepared, hehe!
Situ Ming led the person to sit on the sofa, "This is Assistant Gu, Uncle Biao is not here because of something."
Zhao Xiaoyue wanted to pull her hand back in embarrassment, but Situ Ming didn't let her.
"Master, I'm going out. Call me if you need anything."
Finally, he gave their young master a meaningful look.
Situ Ming didn't understand.
Zhao Xiaoyue blinked. Is this assistant okay?
"I'm going to cook. Please have dinner with me. I haven't had dinner yet!"
Situ Ming took off his coat, and his hair was not shaped like usual, but fell naturally, covering his forehead, giving him a youthful look.
A dark round-neck thin sweater, black casual pants, a cool white complexion, and a custom-made watch.
The casual unbuttoning and rolling up of the sleeves, and the side angle seemed to be designed in advance, revealing the most perfect side face.
Suck!
Suck!
Omg!
Who is this Nie Xiaoqian? Or is she a male fox?
Or has she been... hungry for too long?
Can't it?
Thinking back then, the old Taoist priest Wuyou set up such difficult levels of concentration, but she cleared them all.
Mr. Zhao, who had come back to his senses, answered in a daze, "Ah? Oh! Okay! I haven't eaten either, so make more."
Her serious look made Situ Ming want to get closer to her.
So someone was pressed down on the sofa and kissed enough.
Finally, the man laughed and cursed, then got up and went into the bathroom.
The rushing water could not put out the fire on Situ Ming's body for two hours...
Mr. Zhao was so embarrassed that he almost dug his toes into the ground.
"Well, Brother Ming, are you okay?"
If she had known earlier, she would have stayed in a hotel, or just squeezed in with those guys in the dormitory. Now...
She licked her lips and called out again, "Little brother? Brother Ming?"
Through the frosted glass, Situ Ming repeated Zhao Xiaoyue's name in a low voice.
"Zhao Xiaoyue!"
"Yeah! Here I am! How are you..."
"Zhao Xiaoyue!"
There was a low panting sound from inside, followed by a muffled groan...
"Haha! Zhao Xiaoyue!"
A low and confused voice came into Zhao Xiaoyue's ears through the frosted glass.
Zhao Xiaoyue's pupils trembled, this ugly hooligan!
He actually...actually...used her name...
Ah!
Her name is dirty!
Situ Ming came out after packing up, without any hesitation, and just charmingly took the dazed Zhao Xiaoyue into his cold arms.
He leaned close to Zhao Xiaoyue's ear and said, "Don't make such a fuss, Master Zhao, a man's first time is always with a five-fingered girl..."
The innocent Mr. Zhao's face turned as red as a jujube, and it seemed like blood was dripping from it.
It's obviously not her, sob!
At this moment, Situ Ming was teasing the little woman with evil taste.
Seeing that she was trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, he approached her, picked her up, and held her close to himself.
"I was just kidding, you took it seriously?"
Mr. Zhao organized his words for a long time, and finally said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "You, you, you stinky stinky hooligan!"
Situ Ming leaned against the little woman's forehead and laughed softly, "I'm just teasing you, seriously!"
After dinner, the two cleaned up the kitchen. Zhao Xiaoyue would occasionally steal a glance at a man's hand in the sink.
For the Nth time, Situ Ming threw a drop of water onto Zhao Xiaoyue's face.
"Do you like my hands so much? I'll lie down later and let you play with them as much as you want!"
Stinking rogue!
Who wants to play with hands?
A comedy show was playing on TV. Zhao Xiaoyue loved watching it, and Situ Ming was watching Zhao Xiaoyue.
Not knowing what he was thinking of, Situ Ming walked to a cabinet, opened the drawer, and found a disc.
The disc was unremarkable, with just a bright rose and a drop of red juice flowing down.
"What is this?" Zhao Xiaoyue asked curiously.
Situ Ming smiled slyly, "It's been a while, I can't remember clearly, it should be a comedy, do you want to watch it?"
Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, "Look!"
After putting the disc away, Situ Ming turned off the lights.
The light and shadow cast on the two people's faces, flickering.
Gudong!
In the quiet environment, the sound of Zhao Xiaoyue swallowing her saliva was particularly loud.
“Are you sure this is a comedy?”
Situ Ming shrugged and stared at the person next to him, "I think so?"
Eighteen minutes into the film, the heroine's head fell off and rolled to the feet of the hero.
"Ahahaha! Ghost!"
Mr. Zhao screamed in fright and went straight into Situ Ming's arms.
Situ Ming's eyes lit up, he opened his arms to catch the person, hugged him tightly and comforted him.
"It's okay! It's all fake!"