He left her after a while.
Next to Song Qingcheng woke up the next day, as always, no one turned around and found that Yu Tingchuan was not up yet. The man was still asleep and breathing smoothly. I didn’t notice that I was resting on his arm just now.
She hasn’t slept well all these years.
But every time I finish, I may be too tired, and I can often sleep until dawn.
Song Qingcheng gently turned over, except that he was exposed to the chest by a man. She felt that he must have a fitness, or he could not have passed the exam. He didn’t have a little belly breath and a faint smell of tobacco. It wasn’t bad for her. Men didn’t like smoking very much before.
Don’t wake him up, Song Qingcheng is very quiet.
When she went to the living room, she saw that it was past seven o’clock to tie up her hair again and wash her hands and brush her teeth.
There is a bag of dumplings left in the refrigerator.
Song city wanted to think or down into the water.
Then go to the balcony to collect the shirts and trousers washed last night. There is an iron in the apartment. She has never ironed clothes before, so she is very careful not to burn holes carelessly.
☆, Chapter 117 Yulinjiang wants to see her (one more)
Iron the clothes and Song Qing takes them to the master bedroom.
It was dark in the room. She put her suit shirt on the toffee chair and went over to open the heavy curtains.
Golden sunlight came through the French window.
Song Qingcheng walked back to the bedside. Yutingchuan may have been stabbed by a sudden bright light. The man with an arm and horizontal eyes raised his blue thin jaw and tightly sipped his Adam’s apple but moved.
Knowing that he should have woken up, Song Qingcheng squatted beside the bed and folded his hands with his knees. The big boss Hengyuan stock has fallen!
Her voice is not loud and she is a bit playful.
Yutingchuan opened his eyes and took off his arm. As soon as he turned around, he saw the girl’s smile.
He opened his brow slightly and asked, What time is it?
The whole song dynasty is still holding his wrist watch in the living room last night. It was 7: 36.
Help me bring my clothes in.
Really good at bossing people around
Song whole heart mutter people have got up and took the suit shirt to the bed YuTingChuan sat up when she also went to the toffee chair to see him get up and change clothes.
Yu Tingchuan said, Go out first.
It’s not like I haven’t seen it. Even so, she left the bedroom.
The whole Song Dynasty came out to remember that boiled dumplings came into the kitchen and found that the boiling pot had overflowed with water. She hurriedly used a rag to lift the wrist, but it was scalded by the hot air to a plexiglass that didn’t hold the lid firmly and suddenly broke into slag.
YuTingChuan is shirt cufflinks heard bang ring the first time out just to the door of the kitchen to see the whole song dynasty is squatting with his back to him with a rag to wipe.
Detect the movement behind Song Qingcheng and look a little frustrated. There was a little accident.
Yu Tingchuan Yu Guang moved away from the boiling pot and fell on her body. Did anyone get burned?
No, it broke the lid.
Yu Tingchuan has come in, unplugged the source line of the cooking pot, and found that the dumpling skin is almost boiled inside. At the same time, he found that there is an instant noodle bucket in the trash can besides the dumpling packaging bag. Do you usually eat these at home?
“……”
Before the whole Song Dynasty answered Yu Tingchuan, he said, Pack your things during the day and come back to Yunxi Road with me at night.
I’m not married again … The whole Song Dynasty murmured softly.
Yutingchuan has to go out of the kitchen to hear her words and turn around a little. At that moment, the whole Song Dynasty felt that his eyes seemed to be able to see through people’s surfaces and reach the heart, and he was particularly strict. Suddenly Bai Yujing was so afraid of him.
She was well-advised to shut up and then heard the man who had just changed his face say, Change clothes and go out for breakfast.
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This day’s breakfast was eaten in a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant near the community.
The store is not clean.
Song Qingcheng ordered six fried dishes and a plate of fried rice and found a cup of soybean milk in front of Yu Tingchuan. She looked up. Why didn’t you order anything?
Not hungry armchair Yu Tingchuan sat with a pair of long legs overlapping.
Song Qingcheng looked at him as if he would accompany her specially. He would smoke, but there was no result.