Chapter 478: Manual for Supporting Male Models (19)
Chapter 478: Manual for Supporting Male Models (19)
When washing vegetables, An Jin pulled Sang Tian to wash together in the kitchen.
Qin Fuzhou was sitting in the living room.
When Sang Tian was washing vegetables, An Jin hugged her from behind and gave her a series of hot and wet kisses on the back of her neck.
"Sister, you smell so good today. I want to eat you."
His voice was very pleasant, which made the battle-hardened Sang Tian's ears turn red for a moment.
He seemed to think that was not enough, so he reached out and pinched her chin, turned her face and kissed her fiercely and passionately.
His kiss was full of possessiveness, and it felt like he wanted to eat her alive.
The ambiguous sound continued to echo in the kitchen.
Fortunately, she closed the door when she came in, but what she didn't know was that An Jin had already quietly opened it a little.
From Qin Fuzhou's angle, he could just see them kissing passionately.
Under An Jin's attack, Sang Tian's legs became weak and she could only stand firmly by supporting herself with her hands.
Sang Tian finally had a chance to catch her breath. She turned her head away from An Jin who was about to continue to fall and asked, "Wait a minute, let's eat first."
An Jin nodded and reached out to wipe the water stains from the corners of her mouth: "It's time to eat."
He turned sideways and looked at Qin Fuzhou who was sitting on the sofa.
He tilted his head and smiled at Qin Fuzhou innocently.
Qin Fuzhou took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to kill An Jin.
He knew that An Jin was doing it on purpose to provoke him.
The more times like this happen, the more we must not let him succeed.
During the meal, An Jin really acted like the male host and kept persuading Qin Fuzhou to eat.
"Brother Qin, this is cabbage. Eat more. I saw on the Internet that older people should eat more vegetables. After all, they are not as healthy as us young people."
An Jin's tone was clearly full of kindness and concern, but Qin Fuzhou only felt his ears tingling.
He is only 27, which is not considered old, but why does he sound like he is already in his s or s in the mouth of this little yellow-haired boy?
For Fu Yue's sake, he didn't argue with him.
An Jin kept talking at the table, and his hands kept picking up food for Sang Tian.
I don’t know if Qin Fuzhou suddenly had a brain failure, but he actually picked up a piece of food for Sang Tian with his chopsticks.
He had just put the dish into Sang Tian's bowl when An Jin picked it up and threw it into the trash can within three seconds.
Qin Fuzhou's expression suddenly darkened, and the look he gave An Jin became unfriendly.
"What do you mean?"
An Jin looked at him innocently: "Ah, Brother Qin, don't you know that my sister hates eating vegetables the most?"
An Jin covered his mouth as if he had suddenly realized something, turned his head and looked at Sang Tian aggrievedly: "Sister, did I say something wrong? Will Brother Qin be angry?"
Sang Tian chuckled and raised her hand to touch his face: "It's okay, your brother Qin likes to be angry the most, go home and Fu Tian will make you feel better."
The two of them sang the same tune, and Qin Fuzhou felt that if he continued to stay, he would probably be angry to death.
He put down his chopsticks, stood up and glanced at Sang Tian: "I have something else to do, so I'll go back first. Please think carefully about what I told you today."
He waited for her to say something to persuade her to stay. He stood there for a full minute without Sang Tian even raising her head.
An Jin was very proactive in getting up and opening the door for him, even making a gesture of invitation.
"Brother Qin, if you have nothing to do, then don't come. We don't have that much to entertain you at home."
Qin Fuzhou glared at him, snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.
After Qin Fuzhou left, An Jin instantly turned into a clingy little snake and clung to Sang Tian.
"Sister, is this old man sick? He glared at me when he left!"
An Jin complained to Sang Tian with grievance.
Sang Tian took the last bite of tofu skin and sighed with satisfaction.
It’s true that eating hotpot at home is so comfortable, and having such a handsome guy by her side is like being in heaven.
An Jin was happy too when he saw her happy.
Although her facial expression was still as cold as ever, he could tell from her eyes that she was truly happy.
An Jin couldn't help but reach out and pinch her soft face.