Quick Travel: A max-level boss, chase your husband online

Just when Sang Zhilin was looking at the photo wall in the secret room and was lost in thought, a familiar female voice came from the other side of the secret door.

"I've seen it all."

Sang Qingjiu stood at the secret door and looked at Sang Zhilin quietly.

The sunlight streaming in outside the window made her face fall half in the sunshine and half in the darkness, which looked particularly strange.

"Huh~ You scared me!"

Sang Zhilin glanced at her lightly and complained with a smile on his face: "You don't even make a sound when you walk."

Sang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked quietly, "What do you think?"

"How can I feel?"

Sang Zhilin raised his hand and touched his face, "Oh, who told me to be so good-looking? Even if I'm so popular, there's nothing I can do about it."

As he said that, he looked at the photos all over the wall and sighed, "It's just that we didn't have a good relationship in the early days."

What a strange combination of circumstances.

If she had paid more attention to herself for two more months, the bad things she had done in the previous two years would not have happened.

Sang Qingjiu's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and there was a trace of self-blame and guilt in his eyes.

But only then did Sang Zhilin really understand why she often looked at him like this.

"Hey, you're here again."

Sang Zhilin took two steps forward, hugged her slender waist, and kissed her proactively, "It's not your fault. You didn't feel sorry for me at all. Instead, you pulled me out of hell and gave me I bless you."

Sang Qingjiu raised his hand to rub his head, "Don't want to leave?"

"Where?"

Sang Zhilin couldn't help but laugh, "If I leave, where can I find another wife who has liked me for so long, is willing to pamper me, is strong, and is so beautiful?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared in Sang Qing's eyes.

"I asked you to get a Guanyin Jade. You were so kind. You almost turned my bedroom upside down."

"No. I didn't mean it. Besides, I haven't found your Guanyin jade for a long time, so you can't blame me."

Sang Qingjiu ignored his words, walked to the bedside, searched around the bedside table for a while, and finally took out a Guanyin jade about the size of two fingers from the gap between the bedside table and the bedside.

"No, right here."

Sang Zhilin rolled his eyes and said, "Who would have thought it would be in such a hidden place. By the way, why did you come here?"

"You haven't been here for a long time, so I came back to check on you."

As a result, with this glance, I was caught peeking into other people's secrets.

Thinking about it, Sang Zhilin felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help but raise his hand and scratch his head, "Well, how about you go and do your work first?"

"Not urgent."

Sang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes slightly and waved to Sang Zhilin, "Come here."

She was sitting by the bed, looking calm.

Sang Zhilin didn't think much and walked over.

As soon as he arrived in front of her, he saw Sang Qingjiu throwing the Guanyin Jade on the bedside table, ducked behind him, and pushed him down on the soft bed.

She approached slowly.

That gorgeous face is so close.

Even the sounds of breathing gradually became intertwined.

Sang Qingjiu raised his hand and threw the green snake on Sang Zhilin's wrist out of the window, "Everyone, get out."

In an instant, the demon kings Zhuyu and Zidie who were following Sang Zhilin all flew out of the window, running faster than the other.

The butterfly demon ran away, then suddenly turned around and ran back, closed the curtains before leaving.

The bright room suddenly became dark.

This incident made Sang Zhilin's eyes become confused.

He squeezed his hands nervously, "What are you doing?"

"What do you say?"

Sang Qingjiu leaned over and unbuttoned his clothes one by one, and said slowly, "Look at my secret. Do you think you don't need to pay the price?"

What~

Sang Zhilin pursed his lips, and he probably realized what she wanted to do, and his face turned red, "It's broad daylight, don't mess around."

"But I've waited too long."

Sang Qing's fingers gently stroked his lips, and a pair of amber eyes stared straight at him, "I don't want to wait any longer, is that okay?"

Can I wait no longer?

Can I have you?

Sang Zhilin's ears turned red after hearing this, and he looked around uncertainly, "I didn't reject you."

Anyway, he took advantage.

I will recognize Sang Qingjiu for the rest of my life, so why not?

But as soon as he said these words, Sang Zhilin felt that his decision had been too hasty.

Because he saw that Sang Qingjiu's eyes changed.

That was something he had never seen before, paranoia, possessiveness, sinister...

"Well... don't bite. Are you a dog? Hiss~~ Master, don't bite..."

Sang Zhilin was suppressed on the bed, his fair skin particularly dazzling on the turquoise sheets, and the crimson at the end of his eyes when he was passionate was really sultry.

"I want to be on top."

He protested dissatisfied.

It would be strange if Sang Qingjiu could fulfill his wish.

Her hands seemed to have no strength, but she held the man firmly in her palms, leaving several bright red spots on his body.

In the outer courtyard, Mrs. Sang was making tea and waited and waited, but Sang Zhilin didn't come.

After asking around, I heard that Sang Qingjiu had gone back to the master bedroom, and the two of them had not come out yet.

How could she not understand what was going on as someone who had been here before? She couldn't help laughing immediately, "Qingjiu is really..."

The sun hadn't even set yet, and it was ridiculous for her to catch Zhi Lin doing something like that.

But after all, it was her daughter, so Mrs. Sang gave up after laughing and cursing twice, picked up the tea and sipped it slowly.

After about ten minutes, she took out her mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, Uncle Zhao, you're hosting Qingjiu's wedding. How do you think it goes?"

Uncle Zhao, Sang Zhao, is Sang Qingjiu's third grandfather. He is 98 this year. He is not the senior member of the Sang family, but he is in charge of trivial matters of the main branch of the Sang family, including weddings, funerals, and interest disputes.

If it can't be handled, report it to Sang Qingjiu.

This time Sang Qingjiu's wedding was hosted by him.

"Madam, don't worry, everything is almost done. We have made calculations with the Heavenly Master, and the date is set for the eighth of next month. The invitations have been sent to all the major families... The rings and wedding clothes are still being made, but It will definitely be delivered on time..."

Sang Zhao spoke unhurriedly in his old voice.

Mrs. Sang felt relieved that he was doing the work. She only asked a few specific questions and then hung up the phone.

When it got dark and there was no movement in the main courtyard, Mrs. Sang smiled helplessly and called a nanny who had worked in the main house for more than twenty years.

"Go to the main house and tell the owner when you see her that Zhilin is still young, so don't make too much noise."

The nanny nodded funnyly, "Madam, the head of the family must have some sense of proportion."

"She is usually measured, but not necessarily when it comes to Zhilin."

Mrs. Sang shook her head lightly and slowly returned to her courtyard.

On the other side, the ambiguous entanglement in the master bedroom of the main courtyard slowly came to an end.