Chapter 12 Living together

I'm leaving, you guys are watching.

Happy journey.

Song Junyan, don’t stay in the police station. Come back every day to avoid the pervert from harassing Qianqian again.Sister Jiang threw her eyes hard to suggest.

...Walk slowly.

Song Junyan ignored her and waved her hand to ask her to go out quickly.

The harasser set his sights on Song Zhai. In order to ensure safety, he decided to send his mother abroad and send twenty-four people to guard the surroundings.

Sister Jiang immediately agreed. She happily booked the air ticket and packed her luggage yesterday, and set off for the airport the next day.

There was a missing person in the room who always wanted to end his singleness, and it suddenly became much quieter.

He looked at the time and turned around and asked: Aunt Chen took extra leave today. What should I eat for lunch?

All, all...

Gu Qingqian blushed and turned her head away and ran into the kitchen.

She felt that she must have been raped. The day when the man grabbed his pants and kissed him forcibly, she did not immediately push the other person away and slapped him. It was not until Sister Jiang's shout came downstairs that she ran away with her hot face.

Song Junyan looked at her back and couldn't help but smile, and ran away again...

Gu Qingqian didn't know if she had forgotten or was embarrassed to mention that the water-blue pants were still in his room.

She didn't come to get it, and he didn't plan to return it.

Song Junyan entered the kitchen and cooked noodles, and he chose what dishes he had to add.

Cooking in person, treating it as...

Thanks to those pairs of pants for comforting my brothers?

Gu Qingqian didn’t know the men’s psychological activities, so she took Qingjiang cuisine, two eggs and wontons. Do you need help?

Please help me cut the vegetables.

He rolled up his sleeves, filled a pot of water, put it on the stove, and turned on the fire.

While waiting for the water to roll, my eyes floated to my side unconsciously.

Gu Qingqian is wearing a standard ink sleeveless cheongsam, with an hourglass-shaped figure and a straight chest, with a double-breasted slit on both sides to the center of her thighs, and her clothes are embroidered with eyebrow patterns, and her waist is like a water snake.

The old-fashioned colors did not seem to add age to her, and they made her look fairer in her skin.

Song Junyan was wondering, wouldn’t you be cold in dressing like this?

I love spicy food and have a hot constitution. Even in winter, I only cover it with a thin quilt.

If it weren't for the cold wave or snow, she would dress up short-sleeved all year round, so it would be okay if she didn't turn on the heating.

Song Junyan added noodles to the pot and said with a smile: My mother is afraid of the cold.

Sister Jiang...will just go abroad like this?

The other party's target is not my mother.

Also...yes...

Gu Qingqian was a little disappointed and always felt that it had caused trouble.

Song Junyan patted her on the head and I sent someone to guard the surroundings. If I was not there, someone came to my door, don’t respond, and leave it to them to deal with it.

OK……

Gu Qingqian looked at the man's knife-like side face, her face turned red, and her hand holding the kitchen knife paused...

The fingertips hurt and blood oozed out of the cut-out blade.

Song Junyan shut up the fire, grabbed her finger and put it into his mouth.

The soft tongue curled up the fingers, attached to the pain, licked and sucked.

Um... Gu Qingqian's whole body was shocked, and bumps were everywhere, as if an electric current was transmitted from his fingertips to his body, flowing to his limbs and bones, even his scalp became numb.

The man seemed to hear her moan, and his tongue moved even more charmingly, and he grinded his teeth from time to time.

She couldn't help but close her eyes, bit her lower lip, and endured the strangeness that swept through her.

Song Junyan raised his eyes and saw the beauty's phoenix eyes closed and her face was red and she tried her best to endure it. He became playful and sucked her fingers, as if she was doing some kind of intercourse.

Gu Qingqian's face was thin-skinned and could not withstand the man's actions. Her cheeks were hot, shy and impatient, but the center of her tightly clamped legs was still shamelessly secreting juice.

Dingdong---

The doorbell rings even if it rings.

Gu Qingqian pulled out his hand and said: I, I'll go open the door!Then he rushed to open the door quickly.

Song Junyan wiped the saliva from the corners of his lips with his fingertips, licked them with his tongue, and a wicked smile on his lips.

Good afternoon, Sister Qianqian!

When Ni Luoluo came to Song's house for the first time, she was shocked by the villa inside. When she saw Gu Qingqian, she asked: Sister, have you accepted your godfather and godmother?No one believes in Ah when talking about this kind of place when the rent is revealed!

By chance, you know the owner through Dean Huang... Speaking of which, you also know the owner.

Huh?!Who is it?

Mrs. Jiang.

It turns out that Mrs. Jiang is an invisible rich man...

lie!

Gu Qingqian quickly covered Ni Luoluo's big mouth and reminded: The owner is at home... Don't be rude.

Ni Luoluo pulled up the zipper on his mouth, laughed in a low voice and said sorry, then took off his shoes and started with her.

Gu Qingqian saw that the man had come to the living room and pulled the little girl beside him to introduce him, "This is my assistant, Ni Luoluo."

Song Junyan nodded, as expressionless as usual, and had no idea how scary he was when he smiled unworthily.

This is Mrs. Jiang’s son, Officer Song.Gu Qingqian was afraid that people would be scared, so she directly identified his identity.

Ni Luoluo could understand the oppression on the other party at this moment, and raised his hand with a stiff body. Hello, sir!

No need to be restricted.

Song Junyan was very aware of the current affairs and saw this and said: I'll go cook, you guys are busy.Take the initiative to hide in the kitchen.

Gu Qingqian took Ni Luoluo to the third floor studio, discussing detailed revisions with Dean Huang and Mrs. Wang, and agreed to try them on.

Now that she can't go out, she can only rely on Ni Luoluo to send it to her. If there is any place to modify, contact her. If she does not directly transfer the final payment into her account, the case will come to an end.

Song Junyan laid the noodles, and after the noodles were soft, he picked them up, then boiled the chopped Qingjiang Caichuan and put them on the noodles, then poured the egg powder into the water and made the soup base.

Gu Qingqian couldn't get rid of her body for a while. He was afraid that the noodles were soaked too much, so he added some handmade hot sauce to one of the bowls and served it to the third floor.

After knocking on the door, the busy man seemed to be sewing something again. He heard her order and continued to step on the sewing machine.

Ni Luoluo came out to answer the door, his posture stiff.

I'll find an excuse to come out later.

Song Junyan asked her to deliver the meal first, while she stayed away from the studio and waited against the stair railing.

He probably has figured out Gu Qingqian's temperament these days. The woman is not very at ease with trivial matters and only pays attention to her own small world. Asking her many things is a waste of time. Perhaps the people around her still have some information value...