msmithbooks Chapter 276
Chapter 276
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Shao Cheng's words have already reached this point, and Qian Ling naturally can't find a reason to refuse.
Qian Ling lay down on the side of the bed.
The quality of his sleep has always been very good, and the exercise during the day made him full of exhaustion, and he fell asleep after lying down for a while, completely forgetting who was lying next to him.
Not at all wary.
Shao Cheng couldn't help thinking that after observing so closely, he realized that Qian Ling really looked very different from ordinary men, she was white and thin, like a girl.
His gaze moved down a few inches unconsciously.
Qianling put her hands on her chest and clenched them into fists. The wide collar was slightly loose, revealing a pale pink collarbone line, and the rest was pressed under the quilt.
Shao Cheng stared at the man for a long time, as if he would never get tired of looking at it, but Qian Ling in his sleep didn't feel it, and even moved, unconsciously moved to the outside of the bed.
He raised his hand and pulled the person inward.
Qian Ling took advantage of the situation and nestled into his arms, and fell asleep deeply in a small ball.
Shao Cheng paused for a few seconds, he slowly lowered his head, and smelled the faint fragrance from Qianling's hair, which was consistent with the smell on that shirt, faintly like dewdrops after rain in the morning, with a faint fragrance and the smell of rain. Moisturize.
Sure enough, this smell came from his body.
The next morning, after Qian Ling woke up, she seemed to be hugged by something, and when she looked up, she realized that she was nestled in Shao Cheng's arms.
He immediately remembered what Shao Cheng said yesterday.
It won't affect the other party's sleep.
Qian Ling carefully raised her curled eyelashes, and glanced up quietly.
Shao Cheng's facial features are exquisite and three-dimensional, and the line of his jaw is tight and smooth. He is worthy of an artist of that level. The 360 degrees are exceptionally perfect at any time.
At this moment, he was closing his eyes, probably still sleeping.
Qian Ling got out of the bed lightly, thinking not to wake people up, tried not to make a sound and went into the bathroom to wash up.
After he went in, Shao Cheng, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes silently, with a slight smile in his dark eyes.
His wide palm stroked the remaining body temperature on the bed sheet as if aftertaste, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.
Qian Ling finished washing like a thief, and was about to go back to the closet to get clothes, when she turned her head and found that the person on the bed had woken up at some point.
"what……"
Qian Ling straightened up, "Did I wake you up%3F?"
He kept his voice as low as possible.
Shao Cheng leaned against the head of the bed, stretched his waist satiated, and looked energetic%2C "No, I slept well, thanks to you being by my side."
Qian Ling paused, and the ears hidden under the broken hair suddenly turned red.
"This, this way, that's good."
When he turned around to draw out the clothes in the closet, his cheeks turned red, and even the little tufts of hair at the back of his head were full of cuteness.
Audiences who got up early in the morning and were stuffed with dog food:
[If I only looked at Shao Cheng's expression, I would think I missed some 18% 2B plot last night. ]
[The shy appearance of my wife is really cute. ]
[Who can refuse a beautiful wife who is fragrant and soft to hug, and who is easily shy?The pillow in my hand was thrown into the trash can cursingly! ]
[I also want to hug my wife to sleep, woo woo woo!I really want to pass through Shaocheng with my soul! ]
……
Seeing that he was shy, Shao Cheng stopped teasing him, lifted the quilt and stood up, "Are you hungry, I'll go down and make you breakfast later."
"it is good."
Shao Cheng got up, stepped on the floor with bare feet and made a dull sound, approached behind him a little bit, stretched out his hand, passed by his side, and landed on the simple shirt on one side.
That one was placed on the innermost side, a somewhat familiar style.
Shao Cheng's voice was a bit hoarse and deep after waking up, "But this time you can't say that other people's cooking is delicious, I will be jealous, you know?"
Qianling lowered her head and hummed muffledly.
Shao Cheng stroked his soft hair in satisfaction, and casually rubbed his reddened ear tips with his rough fingertips, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."
With the footsteps of leaving, the surrounding air began to flow again.
Shao Cheng's aura is too strong...
Qian Ling hurriedly touched her hot ear tips, changed her clothes, and sat obediently on the sofa waiting for Shao Cheng.
Shao Cheng's voice came from the bathroom.
"Qianling, can you take off the belt for me?"
Leather, belt?
Qian Ling's eyes scanned the room urgently, and his eyes fell on the clothes rail in the corner. He hurried over to take off the belt hanging on it.
The buckle of the belt is ice-cold, with the weight of the hand, both in terms of workmanship and appearance, it is low-key and extravagant, with a sense of fashion.
Qian Ling walked to the bathroom, "Is this it?"
He originally wanted to knock on the door, but he didn't reach the seemingly closed door first, and with a slight push, it opened in front of him with force——
The meticulous shirt that Shao Cheng usually maintains is now being opened, revealing the tight muscle lines inside, extending all the way to the black suit trousers. Because of the lack of belt restraint, the placket is even wide open.
The moment Qianling's face was seen clearly, it flushed red like a shrimp thrown into boiling water.
He turned his back, was so flustered that he couldn't hold on to the belt in his hand, he stumbled and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, this door opened just by touching it, I really didn't mean it."
A sly look flashed across Shao Cheng's eyes, which were quickly pressed under his dark eyes. He slowly approached and pulled the belt from Qian Ling's hand, and said solemnly: "It's because I didn't close the door properly. ,Do not blame you."
The audience on the barrage said straight to the point:
[This is definitely intentional, my wife, don't be shy, read the book. ]
[Take belt x to lure wife get√]
[Shao Cheng's figure is also very shabby, my wife is blushing with a belt at night, I just think about it, I'm gone woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
[The dress Shao Cheng is wearing is the one my wife wore yesterday, tsk tsk tsk, I knew it was a good thing if I didn't let it be washed yesterday, so I secretly wore it. ]
……
Qian Ling sat outside for a while, Shao Cheng had packed his clothes and came out.
The feeling was completely different from his upper body. The white shirt on Shao Cheng fit perfectly, his smooth muscles were wrapped under the shirt, and there were some complicated dark patterns on the neckline and cuffs, abstinence and extravagance.
It was early when they went down to the first floor, Shao Cheng entered the kitchen, and Qian Ling, who specializes in fried kitchens, was ruthlessly driven out.
Qian Ling sat on the sofa, played with the phone for a while, and looked up to notice that today's staff seemed to be in a bad mood.
Everyone looked like they hadn't woken up.
The bored Qian Ling said: "Don't you guys have two shifts? Why do you feel so tired? Did you work overtime yesterday to edit the film?"
There are not many viewers watching the live broadcast in the morning, and the recording of the program does not need to be too serious.
The staff member yawned, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes, "There is no overtime, I went to bed before nine o'clock yesterday, and I had a nightmare all night."
"Me too, I was too scared to sleep."
"Oh, if I didn't see Qian Ling when I woke up today, I would almost collapse now."
Several staff members got together to discuss. It seemed that everyone had not had a good rest. Qian Ling looked at the coffee machine that was left unused in the kitchen.
"Shall I make everyone a cup of coffee to renew their lives?"
Although Qianling doesn't know how to cook, it's not a problem to simply make a cup of coffee.
The aroma of coffee lingers in the room.
Qian Ling put coffee in a cup and handed it to the sleepy staff.
"Thank you, I feel full of energy again, and I can still carry the camera 24 hours a day."
"I want to post it on Moments to show off!"
"What should I do, I'm a little reluctant to drink."
The oppressive and gloomy atmosphere eased a lot, Shao Cheng, who was busy in the kitchen, said, "Don't you have mine?"
Qian Ling quickly handed over the last remaining coffee.
Shao Cheng was wearing an apron, and his hands were still stained with the juice of the ingredients. He lowered his head, "Feed me."
Qian Ling froze for a moment, "Oh...okay."
He held the cup carefully, leaned close to those cold thin lips, watched Shao Cheng take a sip, slightly narrowed his narrow eyes, and praised: "It tastes good, you should try it yourself."
"really?"
Qian Ling was a little flustered by their praise, took a sip, her face wrinkled like a steamed bun, covered her mouth, "It's so bitter, I forgot to add sugar!"
How could Shao Cheng remain expressionless and enjoy himself?
Sure enough, he hated such bitter things, even if he made them himself.
The breakfast made by Shao Cheng was served on the table, and together with the breakfast prepared by the program team, it looked extraordinarily rich.
"It smells so good, who made the coffee?" Pei Zijing smelled it everywhere, and found that all the staff had a cup, "Qian Ling, you made it? It's amazing, do I have a share?"
Shao Cheng took off the apron around his waist, came out with the last cup of coffee, and sat down in front of Pei Zijing provocatively.
"Unfortunately, the last coffee is with me, not yours."
"You," Pei Zijing was furious.
Qian Ling said: "I didn't expect you to like it, how about I make another copy for you."
Anyway, it's not too much trouble.
His wrist was held by Shao Cheng, who pulled him to sit down, "Whatever he does, he wants to drink and order takeaway."
Qianling still hesitated.
Shao Cheng put the steaming hot breakfast into his bowl, "Breakfast is going to be cold."
Pei Zijing was just jealous, but he didn't want to bother Qianling, so he picked up the soy milk in his hand, "Sit down and eat, I'll drink this and make up for it."
Several people sat down, and An Qing also came down from upstairs.
His complexion today is actually much better than yesterday, he doesn't look sick, and even his lips and complexion are ruddy, as if he has eaten something tonic.
Qian Ling quickly stopped him, "Anqing, are you okay, your stomach..."
An Qing smiled lightly, "It's much better."
"That's good."
Qian Ling was also relieved a lot, he was still worried about whether the little ghost would cause harm to An Qing, but it seemed that he was worrying too much, An Qing was a veteran player and would always be more careful than him.
[The author has something to say: I try to write as quickly as possible so that An Qing can get off the assembly line quickly~
Thank you for the recommended monthly ticket, thank you YJF for the gift + Trilobite +*+1]