she caused the gods to fall

The door was closed, and Shen Daiyi couldn't get out.

Song Qingyan stood behind her, as long as she turned around, she could hit the distance.

He held her wrist: "There's nothing to see below, stay with me."

-

Why is Song Qingyan talking like this now?

Shen Daiyi still thinks about him staying with me for five words.

"My head hurts," he said again.

"Does it hurt?" Shen Daiyi asked.

Song Qingyan hummed: "Is there any way to relieve it?"

Shen Daiyi signaled: "Go and lie down on the sofa, and I'll give you a massage."

"it is good."

At this time, the lights were on in the bedroom, and Song Qingyan was lying on the sofa with a pillow under his head.

The suitcase was left in the corner by the door, and no one took care of it.

Shen Daiyi's massage technique and strength are just right.

The man closed his eyes and let Shen Daiyi relieve his headache.

Her hand has a lingering milky smell, very sweet.

"What did you do at home today?" Song Qingyan asked.

"Accompany Yuanyuan to make you a birthday cake, and chatted with your sister about some past events." Shen Daiyi lowered her eyes: "Then I found out that you took leave of absence in your third year of high school and returned to Beijing North because your mother passed away and something happened at home. I know it's so serious, so I won't go back to Jingbei to bother you at that time. "

Song Qingyan said, "Shen Daiyi, I wanted to see you at that time."

Shen Daiyi's breathing eased a lot. At that time, did Song Qingyan want to see her?

Then why did she go back to Pingjiang later, she clearly sent a message to tell him to meet in the square, and he replied, but made her wait all night in the winter night?

When Shen Daiyi thought of that snowy night, she had been waiting for Song Qingyan, but he hadn't appeared, her eyes turned sore, and her heart ached.

Not only that, some classmates told her that night that seeing Song Qingyan having dinner with a girl was not like an ordinary friendship.

Shen Daiyi thought it was his tactful rejection in disguise.

After a serious illness, she threw away everything she had with him in Pingjiang, and she never wanted to mention it or recall it.

Shen Daiyi waited for Song Qingyan to continue talking.

However, after waiting for a while, Song Qingyan was breathing heavily, apparently falling asleep.

His eyes were lightly darkened, and it looked like he had been busy during the business trip and hadn't had a good rest.

It should be caused by high-intensity work, which caused the headache again.

Shen Daiyi couldn't help pursing her lips, feeling a little angry, can't you finish talking before going to sleep?

I miss her, and then what?

You just don't say anything.

Although she was angry, Shen Daiyi got up and went to cover him with a blanket.

After sleeping for two hours, Song Qingyan was awakened by a knock on the door.

When he woke up, Shen Daiyi was no longer in the room.

After waking up, the symptoms of headache were indeed relieved a lot.

Song Qingyan got up and went to open the door.

Song Zhiqian was at the door: "Brother, let's go downstairs for dinner."

"Ah."

Song Zhiqian said happy birthday again.

Song Qingyan nodded slightly, and went downstairs with Song Zhiqian.

In the restaurant, everyone is waiting.

Shen Daiyi was sitting on a chair, and he pulled the chair beside her and sat down.

The rest said happy birthday to Song Qingyan one after another.

Song Qingyan nodded, he was not too keen on celebrating his birthday.

Until Mr. Song said: "Let's eat with chopsticks."

During the meal, Shen Daiyi didn't speak much.

For Song Qing's sake, she couldn't be angry, she just didn't know what to say.

Song Qingyan brought her food: "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."

Shen Daiyi softened her heart a bit: "Well, you have worked hard."

Thinking about it, she picked up a shrimp for Song Qingyan, "Hurry up and eat."

After the family had dinner, Song Wennuan and Yuanyuan came out pushing the cake.

Hearing that Shen Daiyi helped to make it, the Song family all tasted a piece of the cake and were full of praise for the cake.

It's really delicious, the taste is very good, and it's not too sweet. Compared with eating outside, it's not bad at all.

Song Qingyan also ate.

"Brother, do you want to eat the rest of the cake? If you don't eat it, I'll take care of it for you?" Song Zhiqian is a sweet tooth lover, and the cake Shen Daiyi made suits his appetite too much.

Song Qingyan raised his eyes: "I will solve it myself."

Song Zhiqian: "..."

Sad like a two-hundred-pound fat man!

Song Qingyan took care of the cake before he returned to the bedroom.

Not going back to Jingyuan Villa tonight, Shen Daiyi has already taken a shower in the bathroom.

Song Qingyan's cell phone kept ringing, calls kept coming in, and gifts kept coming to the old house. The servants ran several times to deliver the gifts to his room.

Song Qingyan took care of the rest of the cake. He stood in front of the window, blowing the night breeze to digest.

Fu Botang called: "Have you opened the gift I gave you?"

"No."

"Quick disassembly, there are surprises."

Song Qingyan was annoyed by his urging, found the gift from him, and opened it.

Inside is a box of condoms.

Three in a box.

Song Qingyan: "..." He hung up the phone directly.

Fu Botang called back again: "How is it? Are you dissatisfied? Let me tell you, this suitcase of mine is custom-made, and it is not the same as the suits outside."

Song Qingyan casually said: "Listening to what you said, I still want to thank you?"

Fu Botang smoked a cigarette: "Your wife was drunk at dinner last time, don't think that I don't know what you want to do when you look at your wife."

It was that night that overturned his perception of Song Qingyan.

How can there be any sacred and noble appearance in normal times?

What Song Qingyan was thinking, he was not afraid of being seen through by Fu Botang: "Your box of things will scare her."

Fu Botang raised his eyebrows: "You won't be scared if you don't need it."

Song Qingyan's Adam's apple rolled slightly: "How long is the shelf life?"

"Three to five years, this box is enough for you for a whole year." Fu Botang continued: "In addition to the gift for you, there is also a meeting gift that my wife didn't have time to give your wife last time."

He said simply and clearly, "Thank you."

After talking, I hung up the phone.

Song Qingyan looked at the suitcase, picked up a box with cold white jade fingers, and threw it back after a while.

Zhou Wanwan gave Shen Daiyi an anklet as a meeting gift, with an immortal flower carved with gemstones on it, and a bell made of gold hanging below, the workmanship is very exquisite.

At this time, Shen Daiyi had already taken a shower and came out of the bathroom.

Wearing the nightdress she left here last time, her black hair was scattered.

Shen Daiyi stepped forward and asked, "Are you opening presents?"

"Yeah." Song Qingyan replied, "But this is Zhou Wanwan's gift for meeting you."

Shen Daiyi saw the anklet in his hand: "Look at it."

Song Qingyan: "Put it on and have a look."

Shen Daiyi sat on the sofa, she wanted to try on the anklet in his hand, but who knew, he had already squatted down and raised her leg.

A woman's jade feet are beautiful, with round and small toes, toenails with a layer of pink luster, and slender ankles.

She just got out of the shower and put on body lotion, and she smelled good all over her body.

Especially when the feet are grabbed by Song Qingyan, this posture is a bit dangerous and insecure.

It's as if his weakness is being restrained by a man. If he wants to do whatever he wants, he can't resist at all...

Shen Daiyi couldn't help being flustered, her hand accidentally hit the box on the side, and the whole box of condoms spilled on the ground...