Chapter 41

Song Ling took Shen Zhao downstairs and walked towards the parking lot. There was a strong wind outside, and there were stars twinkling in the dark night sky.

Shen Zhao walked to the side of the car, opened the co-pilot's door, and was suddenly stunned.

A bouquet of roses was placed on the seat.

Song Ling stood beside the cab on the other side of the car, pursed her lips slightly, and looked up at her standing there in a daze.

I just bought flowers from a flower shop after get off work.

Shen Zhao was stunned for a while, and it took a long while to react, "I'll sit in the back." After speaking, he was about to close the car door.

"Sit in front." Song Ling said warmly, not allowing her to refuse, "Pick up the flower and sit in front."

Shen Zhao looked down at the bouquet on the seat, silent for a moment, and finally sat in.

When Song Ling saw her getting in the car, the corner of her lips twitched, and she got into the car contentedly.

On the night of the first day of the New Year, the road is full of traffic, and the lights and street lamps look past the elevated, like a long winding dragon.

Shen Zhao sat in the co-pilot, holding the bouquet of roses on her lap with both hands, the fresh fragrance of the flowers drifted into her breath, she sat there quietly, not saying a word.

There are a lot of cars and some are jammed.

Song Ling drove the car to stop and go, and finally the front stopped completely and the car stopped.

Song Ling turned to look at her and suddenly asked, "Do you like it?"

Shen Zhaomei's heart skipped a beat, and she looked down at the roses in her arms.

Disobeying her is meaningless, it will only lead to more troubles. She lowered her eyes and said softly, "I like it."

Soft words made Song Ling feel happy.

This is the first time she has given roses to someone, and it is also the first time she has tried to fall in love with someone. She never knew that a bunch of flowers could make people happy for a long time.

From the hospital to the villa, because of the traffic jam, the usual 20-minute journey took 40 minutes to arrive.

When you get home, go upstairs, go back to your room, and take a shower.

as usual.

She put the bunch of roses on the table in the living room downstairs and didn't bring it with her.

But when she came out of the bathroom and returned to the room after taking a shower, she found that the flower was placed on the head of the bed again.

Shen Zhao stood there stunned, a bracelet suddenly came up around his waist, Song Ling hugged her from behind, rested her head on her neck, kissed her earlobe with her lips, bit her gently, and said in a low voice Dumb: "Did you miss me today?"

The warm and moist numbness spread from the earlobe to the whole body, making her tremble slightly and her body froze.

There was her sensitive spot, she didn't know it before, because no one liked to nibble on her earlobe.

Song Ling was the first.

Song Ling probably also discovered this point. Every time he touched this place, Shen Zhao's whole body reacted.

Without waiting for Shen Zhao's answer, Song Ling was not angry, she fell into obsession with her body, and smiled without thinking: "I've been thinking about you all day today, thinking about you during meetings, thinking about eating, even thinking about you. I was thinking about it when I was walking..."

Last night, Shen Zhao's first initiative made Song Ling completely lost her way. She was like a 17- or 18-year-old girl who fell in love for the first time, blinded by love affairs.

He even forgot that Shen Zhao was just a substitute for her tied to her side.

Song Ling's words brought Shen Zhao's heart to her throat, and she felt the hand around her waist gradually reaching in, then meandering up, pinching her sensitivity.

Shen Zhao suddenly let out a soft cry, trying to push her away.

Song Ling pushed her onto the bed and pressed her body down. She held her face with both hands, looked down at her red lips, and finally kissed her rashly.

"Wait...wait a minute..." Shen Zhao suddenly stretched out his hand to resist her movement, and there was a panicked trembling in his voice.

Song Ling stopped, put his hands on both sides of her, looked at her from a distance, and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhao's heart was beating like thunder, and her face was flushed. She looked at the person above her head and said tremblingly, "I'm here for auntie."

Song Ling was stunned for a while. She put her hands on top of her and lowered her head to look at her. She was silent for a while, then suddenly raised the corners of her lips and said with a smile, "You lied to me."

She leaned down to kiss her again, but Shen Zhao suddenly struggled and pushed her with both hands on her chest.

Song Ling was in a happy mood at the moment, Shen Zhao's shirk was shy and embarrassed in her eyes, but it made her even more interested.

Song Ling grabbed her wrist, pressed her to both sides impatiently, and coaxed her in a low voice: "Dear, don't move, I love you."

The forced humiliation came up from the bottom of her heart again, reminding her of the first time. At this moment, there was only fear and embarrassment in her heart, and the fear that that hand brought her far exceeded the trembling.

Tears couldn't hold back her eyes, she cried and called her: "Song Ling, I said I'm coming to my aunt..."

After her fingers suddenly touched something, Song Ling accompanied her voice, and her movements stopped abruptly.

She stopped in a daze and looked down at the person in her arms who was sobbing sobbing, only to realize that her face was a little pale.

Song Ling let go of her wrist, and Shen Zhao suddenly pushed her away, pulling the quilt beside her to cover her head.

Song Ling sat there in a daze, watching the shoulders trembling under the quilt.

she cried.

Song Ling lowered her eyes and heard her sobbing voice, feeling a little irritable and guilty in her heart, what was she doing just now?

She clenched her fingers lightly and released them, she slowly leaned in, and subconsciously raised her hand to help her, but suddenly froze in mid-air.

"Azhao, I'm sorry, I really don't know..."

This is the first time Song Ling has apologized to Shen Zhao.

There was a hint of guilt in there.

Shen Zhao didn't answer her, only felt wronged and sobbed silently.

I don't know how long cried, the room gradually became quiet, Shen Zhaomeng was in the quilt, the air was not smooth, and there was some lack of oxygen.

She didn't hear any movement for a long time, she lifted the quilt and exposed her head.

As soon as the quilt was pulled down, she was lying on her side when suddenly a face came up behind her and asked her calmly, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Shen Zhao was stunned for a while, her eyelashes were still wet and moist, and she looked up at Song Ling's face like that.

She put on lipstick, probably because of the struggle just now, it was all smudged, and one mouth was a mess.

Like flowers in the movie.

Ruhua's face was immediately pressed on Song Ling's head in his mind.

Shen Zhao couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Immediately, felt embarrassed and out of place.

Subconsciously, she quickly pulled the quilt to cover herself.

Song Ling was confused by her sudden smile. Seeing that she was covering herself up again, she quickly grabbed her hand and stopped her movement.

At the moment when the sword was clearly drawn, Song Ling thought she was going to make trouble again, but suddenly she didn't know when she changed direction.

Just a casual smile, it completely resolved everything.

Song Ling didn't know why Shen Zhao was laughing, but seized the opportunity, took her hand and leaned over, and apologized again: "Azhao, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, if I knew, I wouldn't force it. you……"

She was a little flustered, Shen Zhao had never seen Song Ling like this before.

Usually only she is high above, indifferently controlling everything, but at such a moment, she panicked and apologized to her.

In fact, it was indeed her fault.

But her apology suddenly made people feel that if she didn't forgive her, it would be her ignorance.

Shen Zhao was unwilling, and annoyed why he couldn't hold back just now and let out that untimely laughter.

"Let go of your hand." Shen Zhao returned to her indifferent expression, stared at her and said.

Song Ling looked into her eyes silently, and after a while, she let go of her wrist.

She stared at her face and asked, "Are you still angry?"

Shen Zhao didn't want to pay attention to her, the pajamas were rolled to her chest, she pulled it down with one hand, and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

Song Ling thought she was leaving, so she quickly reached out and grabbed her, frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

Shen Zhao pursed her lips, not wanting to answer her words.

But that palm clasped her tightly, making her unable to move at all. In the end, she had no choice. She gritted her teeth, blushed and said bitterly, "I got the bed, and I need to change clothes and sheets!"

This time, it was Song Ling's turn to be stunned. She looked down at the bed sheet and saw that there was indeed a smear of rebuttal blood on it, and then she blushed and let go of her hand.

It was supposed to be a romantic New Year's night. She bought roses that symbolized love, as well as that "soft spot", which she didn't have time to give to her. Who knew that the sudden aunt had all messed up the situation.

For a while, she was dumbfounded, Song Ling also got up and got out of bed, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "I'll change it."

Shen Zhao heard Song Ling's smiling voice, she was a little angry, and blurted out, "Song Ling, I didn't forgive you for what happened just now."

Song Ling frowned and looked at her. It seemed that things had changed. As for where, she couldn't tell.

But this kind of change made her happy. It was obviously a bad tone, but she was not angry at all, even very happy.

"I know." Song Ling said with a faint smile.

Shen Zhao glanced at her, the situation became more and more complicated, and it was completely contrary to her expectations. She just wanted to escape, to escape from this derailed situation.

She turned to leave, but the person behind her suddenly stopped her, "Azhao—"

Shen Zhao stopped, and before he could turn his head to speak, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of him. Song Ling spread out his palm, and a necklace hung down from it.

There is a little swan on it.

Cute yet elegant.

"It's a New Year's gift for you." Song Ling stared at Shen Zhao in a daze, looking at the necklace, hooking his lips.

Shen Zhao's eyes paused, and he said lightly, "I don't want it."

After that, go to the bathroom.

Song Ling grabbed her, walked around to her, spread out the necklace in her hand, and wrapped her arms around her, wanting to put it on for her.

"Don't let anything I give you." The voice came from above his head faintly.

Shen Zhao felt a chill on her neck, she lowered her head and saw the little swan necklace hanging on her chest.

Last time it was an ear diamond, this time it was a diamond necklace.

It's all premeditated.

Evidence of her embarrassment.

Song Ling put her hands on her shoulders and looked at the necklace from a distance, with a faint light in her eyes.

Song Ling held her face, Shen Zhao was forced to raise his head and look at the person in front of him.

She saw a warm smile in those eyes, what that meant, she could not be more clear, when Sier looked at her, it was the same light.

Such eyes were completely different from the first time she saw Song Ling.

She never knew or believed that Song Ling, who had almost no interaction, why did she like her?

But at this moment, she actually began to believe that Song Ling looked at her with something different in her eyes.

Song Ling lowered her head and kissed her lips lightly, with a warm touch, only a light touch, not deep, a thin voice gushing out from her jaw, she heard Song Ling say: "Azhao, I like you."

Shen Zhao's heart trembled heavily, as if a flat ground suddenly collapsed. She stared at the ends of her enlarged and drooping eyes. At this moment, her mind was empty and there was nothing.