Chapter 147

Rong Jinchu raised her eyebrows and eyes lightly. She was full of expectation and was a little cautious. Her thin lips curved.

He knew that this was the second step in the rice crisp plan. His eyes flashed slightly and nodded, "yes."

Rice crisp smell speech, the eye socket is the light of surprise.

Recently, Rong Jinchu is so easy to talk!

The gentle attitude makes the rice crisp doubt whether the person in front of him or not!

With a smile, her beautiful facial features exude a heart-catching charm.

If Mi Su wants to pursue Rong Jinchu, she must start from what he likes, but she can't be too obvious to let him see through his mind.

Therefore, she can only start from some small details in her life.

For example,

"Rong Jinchu, what books do you like to read?"

Knowing the type of books he reads on weekdays is also convenient for us to get to know him better.

Rong Jinchu droops his eyes and ponders.

He read too many books.

But what he can be sure is that the love books he read must be those he didn't read.

Mi Su saw that he didn't answer immediately, and he was secretly worried.

It's just a very simple question. It seems hard to answer how Rong Jinchu looks.

Isn't it difficult for him to answer, but he doesn't want to answer at all?

Quiet, make rice crisp worry.

What if he doesn't tell himself?

How does she know Rong Jinchu step by step?

According to this development, if she wants to have a tadpole in her stomach, she will have to go on the 25000 Li Long March.

After waiting for a while, Rong Jinchu still didn't respond. Mi Su only waved his hand in a funny way, and his eyes were full of loss. "If you don't want to answer it, anyway, I'm just asking, and I don't have to tell you."

If she doesn't answer at this time, she will find a chance to continue to answer one day.

Thinking about this, rice Crisp's lost mood also improved a lot.

Anyway, she still lives in Jinyuan. Every day she is in the same roof and bed with Rong Jinchu. If she wants to set him up, she will achieve her goal sooner or later.

It's just

During this period, she must ensure that Rong Jinchu will not kill herself in a bad mood.

Rong Jinchu is amused by her withdrawal.

It's not that he didn't want to answer missu's question, but he didn't think about how to answer it.

Because these questions are not asked by others when he is so old.

Of course, the main reason is that Rong Jinchu hates anyone's approach. Even if they want to ask, they don't have the courage.

He pulled his thin lip slightly, his slender finger fell on the temple, his index finger was bent, his knuckles were against the acupoints, and he pressed slowly, "I don't have any books I particularly like, but..."

Mi Su held her breath, it was a small thing, but she was full of tension and expectation, "but what?"

"But..." Rong Jinchu props his head in one hand to enjoy the various expressions of rice crisp. His eyebrows and eyes are a bit spoiled. "I believe that the books you like to read, I will like them."

What does it mean that if she likes it, he will like it?

The books she usually read can't be compared with those world famous books in Rong Jinchu's study. Besides, what she has nothing to do to pass the time is some love stories and comics that are full of girlish hearts.

And

Well

Little yellow book

She also read little yellow books

In adolescence, love is always a bit fanciful, so for a period of time, missu was crazy about pulling school grass and dominating the CEO's little romance.

But this kind of love books, when she was reading, were more or less yellow.

Therefore, the focus of rice crisp also from the beginning of the longing for love, to the details of the yellow book description.

Frankly speaking, compared with the love action movies she saw with her own eyes, she prefers the little yellow books with beautiful words and ambiguous contents. The description and words on those books add infinite beautiful and beautiful imagination to the love movement.

In other words, the night when she first had a relationship with Rong Jinchu, she was in a daze all the way and didn't feel happy when she woke up.

The only feeling is the sour and pain between the legs.

According to Xiao Huang Shu, girls usually do this the first time, and it's better the second time.

The second time

She hasn't tried with Rong Jin for the first time.

Cough

She seems to be a little bit off center.

It's her little secret to read little yellow book. I can't tell Rong Jinchu.

Rice crisp head down, white cheeks gush attractive pink, Yuxue lovely earlobe, there is a wisp of light red from the bottom of the earlobe upward spread.

Rong Jinchu looks at her face and smiles in her eyes.Missu probably didn't know that when she was particularly focused on reading, she would have a habit of subconsciously reciting the contents of the book.

Therefore, although Jin Chu had not read such books, he was influenced by them.

Thanks to the rice cake.

After MI Su was shy, he remembered that there were still many steps to be realized step by step. He immediately put his posture in order, took a sip of warm water and continued to explore the topic. "Do you have any favorite poems?"

"Yes." He answered without hesitation.

"What is it?" Know a little calculate a little, wait for Rong Jinchu to say, she goes to Baidu to check.

Rong Jinchu's evil spirit floated in his eyes, "all the clothes in the daytime."

“……”

The rice puffed.

I hope that what he said is not the end of clothes in the daytime, but the end of mountains in the daytime.

"Anything else?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

The light brown pupils are leisurely and deep, and the fundus is full of teasing waves.

His voice is deep, with some kind of ambiguous breath, word by word read way, "the moon is like water, carved bed, red candle shadow broken solution Luo clothes."

He only read out one sentence, and there are still many other contents, but those sentences silently flashed in his mind, and the flash fragments are the pictures of rice crisp being pressed under him.

Rice crisp understood the meaning of this sentence.

She's a little bit of a cultural.

However, she just didn't know where Rong Jinchu's poem came from. Fortunately, her memory was pretty good, and she kept his poems firmly in mind.

Rice crisp did not dare to ask any more, his face turned red.

She licked her lips and felt dry.

Avoid Rong Jinchu dangerous hot line of sight, she continued to drink water.

Mi Su knows that she can't ask any more. Otherwise, she doesn't know what kind of verses Rong Jin will write at the beginning of the year. She has the cheek to listen to them, but the housekeeper and Lin Feng are still in the hall.

And a bunch of servants and bodyguards.

Rong Jinchu smiles twice, and the joy in his heart can be imagined.

He felt that the most enjoyable thing in the world was to tease rice crisp.

In a moment, he restrained his smile and asked hoarsely, "do you want to ask again?"

“……”