The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 122 President, Let’s Sing Together (47)

night.

Qiao Rong went to the bathroom to take a bath, while Duan Yu sat on the bed silently.

After sitting for a while, he got up suddenly, went to the study, and sat down at the desk.

He turned on the laptop on the desk, inserted the hard disk that Assistant Li had sent over, and opened a certain file.

He watched silently.

Time passed.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then subconsciously turned up the computer's sound to the maximum.

In the picture, the man is holding a dagger, and keeps approaching the girl standing alone in the middle. The 4K ultra-clear camera captures the crazy and wretched expression on his face clearly, and doesn’t even miss his disgustingly hot eyes.

At the same time, the frenzied "I love you" resounded throughout the study room, constantly hitting the eardrums.

And the girl he loved, in that situation, alone and helpless, finally took the initiative and rushed directly towards the dagger——

Duan Yu only felt that a certain string in his head snapped and broke.

The color in his eyes continued to deepen, and dense black mist covered his entire pupils, surging continuously, as if they were about to rush out in the next moment, pulling him into the abyss.

He stared at the computer screen tightly, as if masochistic, playing that passage repeatedly.

Over and over again.

He clenched his hands so tightly that his nails sank into his palms, but he still felt that pieces of oppressive darkness kept rolling towards him, making him almost suffocate.

Sudden.

There was a loud "pop".

It was the sound of a vase breaking.

Duan Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the scattered pieces of porcelain on the floor, then, as if he had been bewitched, he bent down, picked up a piece, put it on his arm for comparison, and was about to scratch it in the next moment——

Suddenly there was a soft call from outside the door: "Duan Yu...Duan Yu, are you inside?"

Duan Yu paused, his long eyelashes suddenly trembled in panic, he subconsciously threw away the broken piece of porcelain, then quickly stood up, unplugged the hard drive, and closed the computer.

Qiao Rong pushed the door open a crack, poked his head in and took a look, and saw that he was not busy, but was standing in front of the desk a little helplessly, and suddenly felt a little strange.

She walked in and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing standing here..."

As she said that, she lowered her eyes slightly and saw the fragments of the vase on the ground.

Qiao Rong was surprised: "...Huh? Is the vase broken? I'll get the broom!"

With that said, he went to the door.

Duan Yu moved slightly, as if he had just realized it, he took a few steps forward, took her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll clean it up, you go back to your room first."

Qiao Rong stopped, turned around, and looked at him.

Those clear eyes completely reflected his figure at this moment.

Duan Yu paused, looking at herself in her eyes, those clear eyes seemed to be too clean to be stained with dust.

Qiao Rong blinked, thought for a while, then nodded obediently and said, "Then come over as soon as you finish packing, it's already late, don't work."

Duan Yu lowered his long eyelashes slightly and hummed softly.

Qiao Rong went back to the bedroom first.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Duan Yu walked in, lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.

Qiao Rong blinked at him, recalling his previous expression, thoughtful.

After Duan Yu went to bed, he took Qiao Rong into his arms, then turned off the bedside lamp, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Qiao Rong thought for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and started to unbutton his pajamas.

Duan Yu's body froze for an instant, and when she unbuttoned the third button, she held down her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "...what are you doing?"

Qiao Rong pursed her lips and asked seriously, "Are you still scared?"

Duan Yu paused.

Qiao Rong came slightly closer, pecked his chest a few times randomly, and then asked: "If you are afraid, would this be better?"

Duan Yu:......

He has been silent.

Qiao Rong couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Duan Yu doesn't want to?
However, in the first two planes, it is obvious that the young master likes to do this kind of thing when he is afraid.

Why is this plane different...

Qiao Rong was slightly puzzled.

She was a little depressed and said, "If you don't want to, forget it..."

As he spoke, he was about to step back.

Duan Yu suddenly held her down, turned over, and pressed her under him. A pair of dark eyes ignited like wild beasts in the darkness, locked her tightly, and observed her carefully. The look on his face and his voice became completely deep and hoarse: "...Have you made up your mind?"

Qiao Rong blinked and replied affirmatively: "Thought it out..."

Duan Yu paused, then leaned down, pressed his thin lips against her ear, and said in a low voice, "...then you can't go back on your word."

As he said that, he wrapped his mouth around her fair and small earlobe, and then kissed her along the side of the neckline, gradually moving down, and his fingers also penetrated into her skirt, constantly fanning the flames.

Qiao Rong felt his gradually heavy breathing, closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and wrapped her arms around his neck...

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(End of this chapter)