Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 1266 Addiction 24
Qi Si was stunned for a moment, but it was only a half-truth and half-false temptation, and the girl would agree.

"Did you not understand what I mean?"

His voice was extremely low, his lingering gaze wrapped around the girl, and while he was testing her again with expectation, the heaven and man were at war in his mind.

I hope I didn't understand, and I hope she responded after clearly understanding what he meant.

"As long as I can stay by your side, you can do whatever you want~" Shen Ronghua ran his fingers through his hair and scratched twice.

The man's hair curled up.

Even so, it did not detract from his beauty in the slightest.

In such a large space, minimalism can be seen everywhere. The kitchen is not a separate space. The cooking table separates the stove and the dining table. Directly opposite it is a large silver double-door refrigerator.

There is also a white freezer opposite the refrigerator.

Two steps outside, there is a living room of nearly [-] square meters. There is only a set of extremely comfortable sofas and an elderly chair in front of a large TV.

Shen Ronghua straddled Qi Si's arms against the backlight.

His legs were casually draped on the sofa.

Before the Mu family sent her over, they deliberately dressed her up. The skirt was a large piece of camellia, hanging from the man's black suit pants, almost covering their surroundings.

The man has a slender figure, and even if the girl is sitting in his arms, she is half a head shorter than him.

At this moment, one hand is holding the fabric on his shoulder, and the other hand is interspersed between his hair, softly held by his strong arms, the overly bright eyes reflect the man's alternating light and dark handsomeness Face.

He lowered his face, looking at her with a trace of indescribable heat in his focused gaze. If he looked deeper, his whole body seemed to be ignited.

The girl's words were full of ambiguity.

Too much like a vase that was trained by the family and sent to the benefactor, saying flattering words and doing things that disrupted his self-control.

Qi Si couldn't help pinching her little face bitterly, and when his fingertips touched it, he subconsciously withdrew his strength, not willing to use force.

"Who taught you to speak like that?"

Shen Ronghua blinked his eyes and said innocently: "Is there still a need to teach these?"

"When I see you, I will~"

The girl's natural look made Qi Si want to do something to her.

If you want it, do it.

Shen Ronghua's chin was raised, and there was a burst of warmth from his lips.

After two gentle touches, his lower lip was sucked hard, with a strong sense of punishment.

Shen Ronghua frowned in pain, grabbed his hair with his small hands, and exerted a little force.

A gleam of clarity flashed in Qi Si's nostalgic eyes, he raised his hand to hold her hand tightly, stepped back a little, and said in a hoarse voice, "So fierce?"

Shen Ronghua carefully touched his sore lower lip with his fingers, wrinkled his nose at him, and said unhappily: "I'm not mean!"

Then, Qi Si grabbed her hand.

The white and tender palms were spread out, and there were a few broken hairs lying in them.

It can be seen how hard it is.

Shen Ronghua felt a little guilty, so he pointed to his palm and pretended to be amazed: "Qi Si, you're not even thirty yet, and you've lost your hair!"

The man frowned slightly, looking at her with a half-smile.

Shen Ronghua hooked his fingers, and when he lowered his head and blew, he didn't know where his hair fell.

Shen Ronghua was carried to the guest room where he stayed before, and he threw him on the bed.

Seeing that the man was about to turn around and leave, she hurriedly put on a seductive pose, brushed her long hair deliberately, and winked at him, "Brother really intends to just leave like this and leave him alone?"

The veins on the man's forehead popped out, he glanced at her lightly, turned around and walked away quickly, closing the door with more force than usual.

The sound of "Peng" shocked Shen Ronghua's heart.

Shen Ronghua patted his chest and couldn't help complaining: "What's wrong with him?"

Half a catty, "The mission target is ignoring your beauty."

This is very unpleasant to hear.

Then, Shen Ronghua thought of the mission, the mission that could make Qi Si live longer.

"Where are the tears of angels?"

Banjin: "People don't know, it's up to the host to find out~"

Shen Ronghua pursed his lips, "You must know, but you just don't want to tell me."

Banjin chuckled and admitted readily: "It's fine if the host knows it in his heart. It's boring to say it out loud."

Shen Ronghua blinked his eyes and came to a conclusion that Ban Jin was flirting with her just now.

She immediately lay on her back on the big bed, stretching her arms and legs up and down, and began to cry like a child, "Ban Jin has changed, and Ban Jin is no longer the same half-jin that only focused on the host before."

"I'm so sad, I'm so sad."

"It's raining in my heart, and the rain is heavier than the night when Yiping went home to get money and was beaten by her father."

"Woooooooo..."

Ban Jin could no longer look directly at the host like this, and couldn't help reminding: "Host, you didn't shed any tears."

Shen Ronghua paused, wiped the non-existent tears a few times, and said nonchalantly: "Oh? Tears?"

"Little fairy doesn't know how to feel sad, so how can she shed tears casually?"

Ban Jin feared that she would howl again, and hurriedly responded, "Mmm, the host is right!"

Shen Ronghua added: "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I have plenty of ideas!"

Banjin responded quickly, "Yeah, yeah, the host's methods are the best in the world!"

Only then did Shen Ronghua grunt and go to the bathroom to wash up.

Qi Si didn't feel well. His room was the master bedroom, with a bed and a large sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the bedroom, there was only a dark warm-colored breeze.

The man leaned lazily on the sofa.

Chin lifted slightly.

The protruding Adam's apple is especially clear in the air.

The man's drooping eyelids, because the head is tilted back, can take a panoramic view of the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He slowly opened his eyelids, looking at the mess on his body, the roots of his ears were extremely red.

There was a cluster of flames at the bottom of his dark and deep eyes, which finally went out in his self-sneering.

He took out a tissue to clean up the scene, then zipped it up, took a set of pajamas he usually wore, and walked into the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)