After the top green tea is worn to the love

Today is a fine sunny day, although the morning is still a bit cold, the sun is warm enough to brighten the room, but Meng Ziqing sees the room as dark.

A foggy filter covered the world she saw, and the bright colors were lifeless.

The wide open window by the bed had been closed by Meng Ziqing before going out, and the whole room gradually warmed up to a suitable temperature.

Although the layout of the room is the same as that of other hotels, it also brings a bit of warmth that belongs to the passengers themselves in some corner details.

It's like... Meng Ziqing's messy bed that looked like a kennel.

The pure white double quilts were piled up on the bed, and the bedspread also had some creases, which looked messy in the sun but brought a bit of popularity to the room.

In fact, generally speaking, Meng Zi would fold the quilt after waking up in the morning, washing up and putting on makeup.But this morning she got up from the cold wind and scolded Qin Yue for being narrow-minded when she was washing up. Her mind was always narrow-minded about how to settle accounts with Qin Yue, and she had long forgotten such trivial matters as folding the quilt.

Now, this bed seems... It seems that it may soon become the place where she will be punished for a while.

Meng Ziqing looked hopelessly at the messy bed. Before entering the room for a while, he felt a little empty...

The voice of her own crimes before the voice emerged in her mind.

——When I get to the room, my wife can do anything to me.

——Kiss, hug or something else, my wife can do anything to me.

- Wife...

Thinking of the words just said, Meng Ziqing shuddered, and wanted to slap herself directly. Now she was sweating coldly on her back, regretting her mistakes.

This bed is so big and messy, it probably won't change if you roll it around twice.

"Come in..." Qin Yue urged in front of the door, "Why are you standing at the door?"

"Honey, why don't I go downstairs and get you something to eat first?" Meng Ziqing was struggling for the last time, frowning delicately, with a tangled look of concern on his face, "Skipping breakfast in the morning is bad for your stomach. .”

"No, my stomach is fine, I'll be fine if I don't eat a meal, and I'm not in the mood to eat now."

Qin Yue refused, and tugged at the cuffs soaked in coffee with a somewhat impatient expression, "Come in, first come and apply some ointment to reduce swelling."

The reason was blocked by Qin Yue, Meng Ziqing's voice trembled slightly while holding the dinner plate, "Okay... bah..."

In front of the cameraman and the live broadcast, even if Meng Ziqing's legs were weak, he would not be able to run away. After all, Qin Yue wanted face, and she wanted it too.

Meng Ziqing's personal burden is very heavy.

So with Qin Yue's cannibalistic gaze on her head, and the expectant and understanding eyes of the cameraman and live broadcast staff behind her back, she lowered her head and walked into the room with heavy steps with a tragic expression.

"bump--"

The sound of the door closing, Meng Ziqing subconsciously shook his shoulders.

Meng Zi cleared his throat and swallowed, took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at Qin Yue weakly as if dying.

"Sister..." she called weakly, holding the dinner plate in her arms, trying to put a distance between her and Qin Yue, "We have something to talk about..."

"Sister?" Qin Yue rolled the word "sister" on the tip of her tongue for a while, and laughed while approaching Meng Ziqing, "Didn't you call me wife just now?"

Qin Yue was already tall and slender, with neat and stylish shoulder-length short hair, and Meng Ziqing's black red coat over the pure white shirt, which made her cold and sharp, and she followed Meng Ziqing's eyes step by step. A little closer, full of pressure.Just now. "Meng Ziqing smirked, with a forced smile on his face, "Sister——I was flirting with Wen Siliang just now, just to scare him, and to make some program effects by the way...that's why..."

"Scare him? The effect of the show?"

Qin Yue took another two steps closer to Meng Ziqing, forcing her directly to the edge of the sofa.

Meng Ziqing habitually sat back down, the plate in her hand made a collision sound due to the trembling drop, the food inside did not fall out, but she was startled.

"Hiss—" She took a breath.

Meng Ziqing nodded weakly: "Ang..."

"You love to change your mind, wife?" Qin Yue raised one leg between Meng Ziqing's, leaned slightly, and stroked Meng Ziqing's cheek and waist with his slender hands.

The wet touch was a little cold, and the dark brown coffee remnants slowly slid down Qin Yue's palm from Meng Ziqing's cheeks, dripping all the way to her collarbone socket, which made Meng Ziqing's heart tremble .

"Just now you asked me if what you said was the truth, and if I was my wife." Qin Yue said slowly, but her hand slipped leisurely from Meng Ziqing's cheek to her neck, and the back of her hand touched the fabric of the collar, staining it slightly. Dark color, "Why is it just a show now?"

"Wife, you just said that I can do anything to you when I get to the room." Qin Yue leaned close to her, seeing the little girl's face pink and white, "This is also a show."

As she said that, she pressed the hand around Meng Ziqing's waist with some force.

Meng Ziqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were moist, and the hands and arms holding the dinner plate were already starting to feel sore, "Sister..."

"Ok?"

Qin Yue draws her voice, her eyes are deep blue and black under her long eyelashes, her palm has already gently grasped Meng Ziqing's collar, as if if she called "Sister" again, she would never want this dress again up.

Qin Yue has been exercising all year round, and her explosive power is not small. She really has the ability to tear Meng Ziqing's thin clothes.

"Wife—" Meng Ziqing called out in compromise, her arms were already sore from holding the plate still, and she began to tremble a little, she softened her voice, raised her eyes to show weakness, "Can you let me Put down the plate first."

"My hands are so sore." Her voice was a little choked and coquettish, half of the truth was half of it.

Her delicate facial features were wrinkled into a ball, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes, and she curled up on the sofa a little bit. Today's loose clothes make her smaller, and she looks very pitiful and innocent.

It's really finished, it's something subconsciously used to block people, but now it's not up or down, but it's making yourself suffer.

Qin Yueqing's cold eyes lowered slightly, looking at Meng Ziqing's trembling arms, she stared at them for a while, and then laughed softly, "Wife, can't you do it?"

Meng Ziqing opened his eyes slightly: "?!"

What kind of broken road is this, you want to drive? !

"Sister, my hands are really sore." Meng Ziqing begged her, "Let me put down the dinner plate first, okay?"

Meng Ziqing's voice was somewhat clear and elegant, but at this moment, there was a little bit of honey-like sweetness in her acting like a baby, and every sentence was hooked on the apex of people's hearts.

Qin Yue turned a deaf ear to it, she didn't correct the address, but said softly, "Hey, hold it carefully, my wife, you are too lacking in exercise, just practice it and you'll be fine."

How about some practice?This is clearly corporal punishment!Meng Ziqing felt like crying, but she stomped her feet in pain.

She hummed, "Sister, you don't like me anymore."

"Does it mean that you don't like me anymore, so you want to see me suffer?" Meng Ziqing held back her tears.

"I like it. Why don't you like it?" Qin Yue's voice was indifferent, but her slender fingers picked up Meng Ziqing's flesh, from the neck all the way up, and finally touched her lips.

"But who told my wife that your mouth is too sweet."

"Slick tongue."

Qin Yue rubbed her lower lip slowly with her fingers, watching the already ruddy lips become a little bit more voluptuous, like a flower that has bloomed to decay, and the next second when it is full, it will overflow with sweet flower juice.

The ice-cold and coffee-bitter fingertips knocked open the snow-white white teeth, and pressed the other's soft and moist tongue with slight twists and turns, playing frivolously.

"Hmm..." Meng Ziqing subconsciously straightened her waist, this slightly flattering gesture made her eyes blush.

The hand placed on Meng Ziqing's waist slipped into the hem of the clothes, and went up all the way under the cover of the clothes, and finally touched her beautifully shaped peaks, feeling the sound of her heartbeat that gradually accelerated with the movements.

"Hard hearted and ruthless."

"My wife is a bad boy, so I need a little punishment." Qin Yue leaned over slightly, her blue eyes were deep and precious, and her coolness was replaced by desire.

"Hiss——" Meng Ziqing took a breath of air, his waist was soft and his hands were sore, his whole body was numb, and he was trembling slightly, and he didn't need any strength.

She looked at Qin Yue with watery eyes, and bit Qin Yue's finger, her voice was vague and angry, "Sister, you just want to see the nest and feel uncomfortable, Gamazao made such an excuse."

A little bit of pain made Qin Yue subconsciously shrink her fingertips, but Meng Ziqing bit her harder, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

Meng Ziqing doesn't have canine teeth, she has a bit of rabbit teeth, biting Qin Yue's fingers, her cheeks are reddish and her eyes are watery, she looks like a rabbit that has been cornered.

"You can also put down the dinner plate." Qin Yue said with a low smile, the slightly hoarse sexy female voice echoed in Meng Ziqing's ear, and the cold eyes showed a little bit of malice at the moment, "Just let it go."

She said slowly, "As long as you put it down, the plate will slam, what do you think the photographer outside the door and the live broadcast room will think when they hear the action?"

"Will they come and knock on the door?"

"Then they will open the door and come in to see you in a mess, my wife." Qin Yue pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, "Wife, you have burdens, do you want to lose face?"

Before, Meng Ziqing used face to suppress her, but now, the feng shui has changed.

I have to say that Qin Yue is in a good mood now.

But she also felt distressed by Meng Ziqing's appearance, Qin Yue thought about letting her put it down in a minute.

Qin Yue counted the time and said comfortingly, "Honey, hold it for a while..."

"Whoa!"

Qin Yue hadn't finished speaking when the sound of the dinner plate falling and the porcelain plate colliding with it echoed in front of her.

In the next second, the sweet tea tsampa fell down, the liquid spilled on the clothes of Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue, and finally ticked along the leather sofa to the floor, and the food rolled off their clothes.

As Qin Yue said, Meng Ziqing, who was below, was in a mess, but Qin Yue didn't feel better either.

The movement inside the house was indeed heard by the two "door gods" outside the house, followed by knocks and inquiries from outside the room.

"You!" Qin Yue opened her eyes slightly, knowing what to say for a moment.

"It's gone..." Meng Ziqing shrugged, she moved her aching arm, put her hand gently on her chest, and squeezed Qin Yue's hand tightly through the fabric, using the greatest strength she could use now.

There was still a smile in her eyes with some water, and she raised her neck towards the door, looking a little nasty for no reason, "Honey, let them in."

"It's a shame to be together."

No echo was heard outside the door, and the knock on the door was louder, as if he was about to open the door and come in.

"Miss Qin, Miss Meng, what happened inside you!"