Chapter 215

“……”

Missu sat on his lap.

Ear lobe, a puff of numbness.

She tries to ignore Rong Jinchu's intimacy, "how can you be a gift?"

There is no one who can make the gift of the competition a great living

He took another bite at her earlobe, in a low voice, rustling, "don't you believe it?"

Mi Su couldn't stand his provocation, so he just turned to hide.

But Rong Jinchu is reckless and frivolous to her again. She immediately raises her arm and covers her ears with her small hand between them, which prevents Rong Jinchu from making further progress.

Her eyes, helpless in the room swept a look.

Rong Jinchu no longer kisses, the tip of his nose is against her cheek, and lovingly rubs against her skin.

The rice crisp whole body is stiff, don't dare to see the facial expression of Rong Jinchu.

He's too sexy, too provocative.

She did not dare to see more.

Strange

Clearly her purpose is to sleep Rong Jin Chu, how now reverse to come?

Rice crisp Mou light a turn, brain also sober a lot of, immediately will all things clear.

Yi Qingxuan spent more than half a day, not only because Rong Jinchu ordered Yi Qingxuan to accompany him, but also to hand her over to Rong Jinchu?

That is to say, no matter from the beginning or until now, it was Rong Jinchu's arrangement.

So, is Rong Jinchu really a gift for winning the competition?

Missu turned his head to his light brown pupils.

His eyes are charming.

Every time I look at it, there is a kind of magic that I want to get into.

Suddenly, missu laughed.

Should she thank Rong Jinchu?

After all, he came all the way back, and everything carefully arranged today was to amuse himself.

Rong Jinchu holds her cheek in one hand, her face is very small, his one hand can completely cover, "what are you laughing at?"

Mi Su stopped laughing, "I think, if anyone can get you, you will have a good life."

He has money and power. It's the ancestors' virtue who bring him home.

Rong Jinchu hook lips, "also."

He pinched Mi Su's chin and stepped forward. The man's warm breath ran into her nose. "I give myself to you as a gift. Do you want it or not?"

“……”

Rice Crisp's head is empty.

To

Or not

After a while, his voice sounded again and asked repeatedly, "do you want it or not? Well

“…… Yes First, she was bewitched by him, and then she nodded, "yes! Of course I do! "

Such a good Rong Jinchu, not in vain, not in vain!

And she will continue to sleep until a little guy comes out.

"Oh -"

he chuckled.

A deep voice, sweet and magnetic.

Then, MI Su felt her chin fingers slightly tightened, and Rong Jinchu gave her a kiss of a dragonfly in the corner of her lip, "I know you are very happy, but we are outside."

“……”

What she said is not the same as what Rong Jinchu said.

The next moment, I put my arms around her and said, "go, let's go home. How much do you want and how much do I give you?"

“……”

The rice crisp wakes up from the brocade garden once again, already is day three pole.

She rolled on the bed.

Stomach, a dull pain.

Mi Su immediately opened his eyes and put his hand over his flat abdomen.

Aunt who was a whole week late.

Here we are.

Rong Jinchu is still lying beside her with a book in his hand.

He looked at the rice crisp, stretched out his arm to take people to his arms, and dropped a kiss on her full forehead.

Deep vision, swept over the book, the mouth is not enough, "let's try this posture?"

“……”

Rice crisp looked at the description of literature and art, and his ears were red.

She sat up from the bed and spoke in embarrassment I don't think so. "

“……”

Rong Jinchu looks at her suspiciously.

Mi Su staggers her vision. She lifts the quilt and runs out of bed quickly.

Rong Jinchu opened the quilt and saw a little blood on the sheet.

Deep dark eyes, slip regret.

It seems that the posture described in the book will have to wait a while before it can be implemented.

Rice crisp deal with themselves, pale all over the stairs, even did not eat much breakfast.

Every time my aunt, she was sore.But this time, it was particularly hard.

Rong Jinchu orders the housekeeper to prepare the hot water bag and so on. He takes the man up and walks upstairs.

Put the rice crisp on the bed. Rong Jinchu puts a pillow behind her and pulls the quilt over her body.

He touched her forehead, tentacles, a moist, "very painful?"

"Well..." Soft and sweet tone, a little more weak than usual.

When she is uncomfortable, she is as weak as a child who needs to be taken care of. Seeing Rong Jinchu sitting by her side, she just leans over and sticks to him.

It's good to have a shoulder to lean on when people are suffering.

Even if he can't share the physical pain with himself, he knows that there is still someone around him who cares about and accompanies him.

Physical pain will also be alleviated by spiritual satisfaction.

Mi Su's head moved in his arms, humming, "Rong Jinchu I feel pain... "

In fact, the last time was not so serious, except for the whole body ache, is a little Qi deficiency, no strength.

Maybe it's because of a week's delay that she felt so painful.

Rong Jinchu frowned.

She hurt, and so did he.

The housekeeper prepared the brown sugar water and quickly brought it up. He felt that his action was very fast, but he was still treated coldly by someone. "Rong Shao, this is brown sugar water."

Rong Jinchu blows away the heat, tries the temperature, and sends the bowl to the mouth of rice crisp.

Rice crisp open mouth, small mouthful of drinking.

The housekeeper took the hot water bag from the servant and handed it over.

Rong Jinchu took it and put the hot water bag on the belly of rice crisp.

My stomach is warm and my stomach is warm. In this way, the pain of my body is relieved.

She raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of Rong Jinchu's worried look.

It's rare to be so weak. Naturally, we should give full play to the advantage of being weak.

Mi Su endured the pain and murmured I want to read. "

"Rest."

It's the tone of command.

"I want to read..."

Missu is not afraid at all.

"Where are the books?"

Rong Jinchu compromised.

“……”

Rice crisp pointed to the desk not far away, "in the middle drawer."

The housekeeper's eyes were full of disbelief. What came into his eyes was the voice of Rong Shao standing up and looking for Miss Mi's book.

Mi Su was leaning on the pillow. She knew that if she was weak, she would be able to get so many benefits. She should be a little uncomfortable in the future.

Rong Jinchu took the book, turned to the first page of the text and put it in front of her.

Someone is still pushing.

"I can't see clearly..."

“……”

"Can you read it to me?"

She's weak, she's reasonable.

“……”