Madam's black history was picked up

Song Ci was taken aback: "What are you doing? Give it back to me quickly." Then he reached out to grab the phone.

Qian Bao raised his hand up, but Song Ci couldn't reach it, so he could only grab his sleeve and jump up: "Give it back to me quickly, you bastard."

Qian Bao didn't bother to pay attention to the yelling Song Ci, but pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Miss Song, have you come yet? If you don't come, the fair will be over. Why did you hang up when I called you just now?"

Song Ci glared at Qian Bao: "I've come a long time ago, and I caught someone right at the door."

"You came early?" The informant looked puzzled.

"Then why haven't I seen you?"

"I'm hiding behind the flower pot, of course you can't see me." Song Ci was still angry, and he couldn't speak well to anyone.

"Flowerpot?" The informant took the phone and looked around.

"Where is the flowerpot here? I said Miss Song, where are you?"

Song Ci's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at Qian Bao, whose face was sinking like water: "I... I'm at the door of room 606."

"606? What are you doing in 606?"

The corner of Song Ci's mouth twitched violently: "No...isn't it right? Isn't it 606?" Song Ci's head began to sweat.

There was a voice slapping his thigh on the other end of the phone: "Oh my ancestor! You can't tell the difference between 6 and 9. The place where the female college students are traded is in room 909."

Song Ci's eyes widened, she suddenly heard the sound of her glass heart shattering, it fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

When she came to her senses and wanted to say something, Qian Bao had already hung up the phone and handed the phone to Song Ciming kindly.

Song Ci swallowed with difficulty, and showed Qian Bao a smile that couldn't be more fake.

"Hehe... That, Qian Bao, no, Young Master Qian, hehe... The misunderstanding is all a misunderstanding."

"Why do you think we are so destined to meet each other in this kind of place, haha." Song Ci smiled meanly.

Qian Bao stared at her with a half-smile, but didn't speak.

Song Ci's mind was a little confused at this moment, and he reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Well, you come to sleep too, no, you come to stay in the hotel too, no, you... I... I'll go first, goodbye."

After Song Ci finished speaking, he ran away, Qian Bao stretched out his hand to hook the camera strap around her neck without looking back, Song Ci's face flushed from holding back, and he immediately grabbed the strap in front of her neck with both hands.

With a little effort, Qian Bao pulled Song Ci in front of him, lowered his head and looked at her calmly.

Song Ci's eyes dodged, and he hesitated to explain: "Master Qian, you heard it just now, it was all a misunderstanding, I, I didn't want to shoot you."

"I will delete these photos as soon as I go back, no, no, no, I will delete them all now." Song Ci said as he lowered his head and fiddled with the camera.

Qian Bao impatiently grabbed Song Ci's arm with one hand, and slammed on the door with the other.

After a while, the door of the room opened, and Qian Bao strode in with Song Ci in his hand.

As soon as Qian Bao entered the room, a figure pounced on him immediately. Qian Bao's eyes turned cold, and he turned sideways to avoid it. The pounced on figure was so eager that he almost fell to the ground.

Only then did Song Ci see clearly that it was a woman who rushed forward, and she was dressed particularly coolly.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Cheng Xiao turned around and saw that Qian Bao was still holding a woman.

"Who is she?" Cheng Xiao was suddenly a little unhappy.

"Get out." Qian Bao said with a cold face.

"Hey, good." Song Ci immediately looked at his body and walked out. After walking two steps, he was pulled back by the camera strap around his neck.

"Did I tell you to go away?" Qian Bao grabbed the strap and turned to look at Zhang Chao at the door.

"The woman will leave it to you, you know how to do it."

"Yes, I promise to complete the task." Zhang Chao gave a standard military salute, dragged Cheng Xiao, who was still in a daze, out of the room, and closed the door.

Song Ci could clearly hear the scream of the woman in the corridor, she swallowed subconsciously.

Qian Bao sneered and approached Song Ci step by step, Song Ci retreated subconsciously until he reached the wall.

Song Ci's legs trembled a little, and he clenched his fists on his chest.

Qian Bao supported the wall with one hand, and looked down at Song Ci inexplicably.

"You ruined my good deed, you said...how can I punish you?" Qian Bao showed a wicked smile.

Song Ci's scalp was numb by Qian Bao's smile: "I said I didn't do it on purpose, I deleted all the photos, and then didn't say anything?"

"Of course not. I'm very unhappy now that you disturbed my good business." Qian Bao said while reaching out to pick up a strand of Song Ci's hair.

"What do you think we should do now?" Qian Bao's voice was charming, and he looked Song Ci up and down.

Song Ci was so nervous that he was about to cramp, Qian Bao's malicious eyes were faintly excited, like a leopard that had been hungry for a long time suddenly saw a little white rabbit.

"What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?" Song Ci was running her brain at high speed.

Qian Bao looked at the nervous and frightened Song Ci, raised his eyebrows, and a few words suddenly popped up in his mind - abused little white rabbit.His heart moved, and he tilted his head to Song Ci's lips.

Song Ci was startled, and a small light bulb in his head suddenly lit up.

"Qian Bao."

Just as Qian Bao was about to kiss Song Ci, he stopped, tilting his head and looking at her suspiciously.

Song Ci smiled and looked at Qian Bao: "You are unhappy now because I made you unhappy."

"..."

"Then I want to make you happy again."

Qian Bao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Then how do you want to make me happy?" He looked Song Ci up and down with malicious intentions.

Song Ci tried her best to ignore Qian Bao's aggressive gaze: "Come here." She smiled and pulled Qian Bao towards the sofa.

Qian Bao was held by a soft little hand, feeling itchy in his heart, Song Ci brought the distracted Qian Bao to the sofa and sat down.

Qian Bao raised her eyebrows, the next step is she going to...

At this time, Song Ci moved a chair and sat in front of Qian Bao, who had question marks all over his head.

Song Ci smiled and looked at Qian Bao: "As long as I make you happy, I can leave?"

Qian Bao leaned forward and smiled ambiguously: "As long as you make me happy, I will send you back."

"Okay, it's a deal." Song Ci slapped his hands.

"Hey, but let's talk about it first. You can laugh out loud as long as you want to laugh. You can't hold back your laughter. I can see that you are holding back your laughter."

"If you keep messing around, I'll regret it." Qian Bao began to get a little excited.

Song Ci praised his wit in his heart, but didn't notice someone's reaction.

She pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, looked at Qian Bao seriously: "I'll tell you a joke."

"What?" Qian Bao didn't react immediately.

"I said, I'll make a joke for you." Song Ci repeated seriously.

"When I was studying, I was the best joke teller in our class, and everyone would laugh at the jokes I told."

"I believe you will laugh too. As long as you smile, it means you are happy. Once you are happy, can I leave!"

After Song Ci finished speaking, he blinked at Qian Bao, as if to say, "How about it, I'm smart!"

"Hehe!" Qian Bao really laughed at this moment.

"The way you make me happy is by telling me jokes?"

"Yes."

"Okay!" Qian Bao leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and put his arms back on the sofa, looking like an old man.

"Teasing me!"

"Okay, wait a minute, I'm brewing." Song Ci closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Hahaha..." Song Ci suddenly raised his head and laughed, his shoulders trembled.

"..." A crow flew over Qian Bao's head, looking inexplicably at the woman in front of him who was laughing.

Song Ci laughed for a long time before realizing that he had gone off topic. He stopped laughing immediately and coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I thought my joke was too funny, so I couldn't help laughing first, hehe, that, listen."

"A young man was so poor that he couldn't even eat. He found a worm on a leaf and scalded it to death, and put it in his pocket. When he went to eat in a restaurant, he ordered a small fried pork with bean sprouts. After eating two bowls of rice, he put it in his pocket. The worms were thrown into the plate, and then the waiter was called. The waiter took a look at the young man and said, "Brother, our bean sprouts are soaked with chemicals, so there can't be worms."

"Hahaha..." Song Ci raised his head and laughed loudly: "You said that bastard is not stupid, hahaha..."

Qian Bao looked at Song Ci who was leaning forward and backward with a smile, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Song Ci laughed for a long time before realizing that Qian Bao was looking at her like an idiot, and the smile suddenly froze on his face.

"No... isn't it funny?"

Qian Bao looked at Song Ci and said nothing.

"Uh, it's okay, I'll tell you another one, this one is absolutely funny, ahem." Song Ci cleared his throat.

"Today is my daughter-in-law's birthday. When my husband came home, he didn't buy a gift for himself. The daughter-in-law said angrily: I celebrate my birthday today. The husband was surprised, and then pretended to be calm: Huh, I knew it earlier. The daughter-in-law stretched out her hand: a gift What? Don’t tell me you didn’t buy it. The husband pinched his daughter-in-law’s face: Of course I bought it, you close your eyes first. The daughter-in-law snorted coldly, counting you as sensible, then closed her eyes and only listened to the anti-theft door’ bang ', and he ran away!"

"Hahaha... Why did you say that bastard ran away? Will he come back? Hahaha..."

Song Ci smiled, couldn't stop laughing, and looked at Qian Bao with a dead face.

"Isn't it funny? I...I think it's quite funny."

"Where's the joke?"

"This..." The corners of Song Ci's mouth twitched a little.

Then Song Ci told Qian Bao all the funniest jokes in her life, but Qian Bao still couldn't tell where the joke was.Song Ci's mouth was so dry that he ran out of words in the end.

With his elbows on his knees, Qian Bao leaned forward and looked at Song Ci, smiling darkly.

"Miss Song, your method of making people laugh is a failure, do you have to use another method?" After speaking, he began to glance at Song Ci.

Song Ci panicked: "Uh, don't worry, I still have a lot of jokes, I... I'll tell you after I drink my saliva."

As she said that, she turned her head to look, and there happened to be a glass of lemonade on the coffee table behind her, and she grabbed it and drank it without thinking.

Qian Bao glanced at the glass of lemonade, and suddenly remembered Cheng Xiao pestering him to ask what he would like to drink, and he casually said lemonade.

After Song Ci drank it in one gulp, he still licked his mouth with unsatisfied desire, and Qian Bao's Adam's apple twitched.

"What kind of water is this? It's sour and delicious."

Qian Bao glanced at the empty cup, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.