There is a dim porch light in the room.
Song Qingcheng was trapped in the sea but still asked, Who is calling you so late?
Jiang Chi Yu Tingchuan put his arm around her and put her thumb in her armpit and gently rubbed invite me to have lunch one day and ask you to join us.
I’m going, too? Song Qingcheng repeated
Well, I guess I have plans this afternoon.
Song Qingcheng contacted Jiang Chi several times and knew that his family was good. It should be said that he was very good. She also knew that rich people of Yu Tingchuan’s age would have entertainment on weekends, sometimes simply to relax, and more often to talk about business. So she asked, Is there a doctor Jiang?
Yu Tingchuan said, There are still a few people who are usually familiar with friends and are not nervous.
I’m not nervous … The whole song replied.
Considering that her circle of friends should be people similar to him, no matter their status or age, these are the things she needs to know.
He can’t be reckless in front of his friends.
Women outside are men’s faces.
This sentence is not unreasonable.
Before dealing with those men who Ge Wenjuan dumped on her, she couldn’t say that she was comfortable, but at least she had to deal with it. At the thought of meeting Yu Tingchuan’s friends, she couldn’t help but plan ahead.
I will think of the best posture around him because of my meaning.
Song Qingcheng looked up at him and said, Why don’t I get a hair done in the afternoon?
… what to do with your hair? It’s not good.
It’s not good for everyone else. I’m a student girl. Song Qingcheng said, When I bought clothes in the afternoon, the shopping guide didn’t believe it. Although she didn’t say it, she looked at my eyes and she was sure that I was a small qingren by the old man.
Yutingchuan heard chuckle but didn’t JieQiang.
Song Qingcheng paused and said, I’ll just dye my hair and wear it a little more mature to go out with you like that. Your friends won’t say anything when they see it.
Say what? Yu Tingchuan said that he deliberately said that my old house was on fire?
Song city remember this sentence is Jiang Chi said he.
The old house caught 
fire and it was hopeless.
She overheard at that time.
Hearing his self-run, Song Qingcheng’s cheeks are slightly hot, and his waist tone is sweet. Even in the old house, I like the old house to be practical and secure.
Section 172
When Yu Tingchuan touched her black hair, the Cantonese accent echoed slightly. Everyone has their own characteristics. There is no need to deliberately cater to others’ pursuit of fashion. There is nothing wrong with retaining their own advantages.
Song Qingcheng leans against him. You straight men like girls’ long black hair.
Sure enough, Yu Tingchuan asked her, What is a straight man?
Is like a girl man …
The whole song dynasty explained that the eyelids sank more and more until the sound disappeared.
Yutingchuan looked down at her and saw that she was asleep. She really wanted to smoke a cigarette, but she looked at the sleeping person in her arms and finally resisted.
The whole song slept soundly.
Maybe I slept late and did some exercise before I opened my eyes. The sun had already risen outside.
I forgot to draw the curtains before going to bed last night, and now the golden sunshine is covered with beige wool carpet, which adds a little warmth to this winter afternoon.
The whole song dynasty moved slightly and then found yutingchuan lying next to it.
Be honest with each other
She took the phone and saw that it was already 9: 30 in the afternoon.
The whole song dynasty was covered with the body and then leaned over to YuTingChuan ear and said, If you don’t get up, the sun will go up.
Her voice is low enough to wake the man on the pillow.
Yu Tingchuan’s eyebrows are wrinkly and his eyes are blocked. When his arm just woke up, his eyes were a little ignorant. Just as soon as he turned his head, Song Qingcheng’s right hand had reached into the quilt to caress the man, and his waist and his left hand rested on the pillow, propping up his head and bending his lips. Good morning, Mr. Yu.
Yu Tingchuan looked out of the window and frowned. After being pressed by her hand, she slowly said, Is it too early for the sun to rise to the center?
It’s the weekend anyway, and it’s nothing.
Yu Tingchuan took a gentle look not going out to do hair
Well, I won’t do it for the time being, said Song Qingcheng, taking back his hand and getting ready.
Lift the edge of the big bed where she sat.
When I was wearing slippers, I felt something. Song Qingcheng turned her head and saw Yu Tingchuan resting on her back by the bedside. Her face flashed with a faint shyness. She grabbed the bedside towel and wrapped herself up.
I’ll take a shower first. Then I ran into the bathroom to wash my hands.
Yutingchuan looked at her and got up and fled. The corners of her mouth reminded her that she had never been gentle before.
Song Qingcheng came out from washing his hands. Yu Tingchuan has no bed, but his shorts don’t know when he came in and was sitting where she slept. He heard the door ring and the black and white border shepherd turned his head. It looked a little sad but somehow funny.
There’s a movement of drawers closing in the coat and hat.
The whole song dynasty withdrew its line of sight and walked softly to the bed to squat down and look at the underpants.