His Royal Highness's Favorite: The Queen's Road

Chapter 87 Take Her into Her Arms

Half of her body was lying on her chest, her arms were stretched out to press his heart, her fingers were still groping around his ribs.

He couldn't help but murmured softly, "Sleep is not honest", put his arms around her, and moved to the side of the bed.

Leaning hard, he reached for the glass of water on the table.

As a result, as soon as the fingertip touched the cup, it fell on the carpet.

She had no choice but to sigh weakly, and lay down again. She grunted in her sleep, and nestled softly into his arms again.

Then, as if frightened, she woke up suddenly.

Xiji stared blankly at the man in the dark night, hid his whole body back, turned his back and asked "Are you feeling better", before he could reply, he fell asleep again.

How much does she feel.

Jing Ze opened his eyes in the dark, turned to face her back, and looked at the small figure curled up.

He remembered that a while ago, he was discussing cooperation with a merchant in Malaysia, and the place was in Beibei Baodi's luxury bag. Mo Han also went to KTV in disguise to join in the show. As a popular idol star, Mo Han insisted on dedicating a song to the prince. His Highness listened with a rascal look on his face.

At that time, Mo Han drank, he sang in a daze:
"Can I take you home, maybe it's going to rain outside, can I give you a hug like a friend, I can't help but hug you from behind, the scale is that I can't say I miss you, just be The gentleman I just met made a joke..."

In the dark night, Jingze suddenly reached out again and pulled her into his arms.

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What's the most soulful romantic silliness in the world?
It's just hugging her tightly when you can have sex with a woman.

And don't say a word.

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On that rainy day at the end of September, she hoped to wake up on time at six o'clock on the biological clock. She crawled out of his arms in panic and touched his forehead. She felt much better than last night, but after calling him a few times, she was still unconscious. clear.

So, she opened the door quietly, and saw that the clothes she was drying had been left by the door by the waiter.

Xi Ji left the Express Hotel without a sound.

The sky never cleared up, and there was no sunshine in the dark cloudy sky.

She walked a long way, took the bus from Lincheng, and returned to Hua'er Town.

I don't know if he looked for her after he woke up.

Xiji really wanted to tell him that when she left the hotel that day, in the messy bus, she saw the little girl sitting next to her reading a picture book, and she tilted her head to follow, reading, reading, her nose became sore——

The picture book said: We missed Noah's Ark, missed the Titanic, missed all the thrills and non-thrills, and we will continue to miss it.

Later, she often thought that people will always meet many people in their life, whether it is better to meet and then separate, or it is better to miss them all the time.

However, that morning, in the express hotel.

When Xiao Jingze opened his eyes, it was already nine o'clock.

He was woken up by Mo Han's phone call. The high fever had subsided. Jingze leaned on the bedside and looked around the gray guest room. There was no one in the strange room except herself, so she left without saying goodbye.

When Rong Yao knocked on the door and came in, he was carrying a packaged gift box from a lingerie store in his hand, with a paralyzed face, looking at the empty room, he said hesitantly: "Boss, this is what you ordered yesterday. Miss Tai helped buy it."

Jing Ze was facing the window, and was on the phone to explain the matter, without even turning his head: "Whoever buys it will give it to whoever it is."

"Oh... that... everyone is waiting at the door. I'm afraid the next video conference will be held in the car. Do you have breakfast now?"

Rong Yao hesitated, not daring to ask about Xi Ji's whereabouts.

"Go back to the company to eat, let's go."

When he came out of the bathroom, he was still dressed in a bright and elegant dress.

As if everything that happened yesterday was an illusion.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the express hotel, His Highness was surrounded by assistants, bodyguards, personal doctors, and subordinates.

Several private cars parked at the gate.

The elites are in a hurry, running between indifferent cities; His Highness is holding an IV in the car while holding an online conference on the computer.

As always busy, as always, the second hand life that never stops.

Maybe it really is an illusion.

(End of this chapter)