Chen Ming closed the door and pressed it against the door: "I sent Mr. Zhou back, Mr. Chen asked me to come over and see you."

Song Jiaren was still leaning on the sofa to eat pears. From his perspective, it was quite tempting. At least, he could not resist her soft and thin skin and her too slender legs.

Chen Ming went to the sofa and sat down, looked at her, "Why don't you answer my phone?"

"I don't want to answer." Song Jiaren said willfully.

Chen Minglu was speechless, but he was still patient: "Isn't it good before?"

Song Jiaren looked up at him: "Do you think we should be together for a few days during the Chinese New Year?"

"Yes." Chen Ming's voice was a little hoarse: "Unless you tell me now that you have a boyfriend, why are you still waiting for me after so long?"

Song Jiaren still ignored him, got up and threw away the pear, and then opened the door: "It's getting late."

Chen Ming went over and reached out and pressed the door onto it and locked it.

"This is my family. What do you want? Don't tell me you're drunk again." Song Jiaren had a pretty face.

Chen Ming took a step forward and was very close to her, almost pressing her against the door panel.

She looked at him with caution against the door panel, her beautifully shaped lips pursed, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words: "You are not allowed to do anything randomly."

He looked down at her.

He was about 185 years old, tall and strong. Compared to him, she was petite and slender, as if he could cut it off with just holding her waist.

Chen Ming's voice was a little hoarse: "What do you think? Do you think I'm thinking about that kind of thing?"

She didn't want to pay attention to him, especially when it was so dangerous.

Closer, she could still smell the wine on his body.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Chen Ming reached out and held it on the back of her head, gently pulling her closer, and his voice was even more hoarse: "But I miss you a lot, and the task was completed in the shortest time. I originally would not be able to come back until winter."

Song Jiaren's heart moved and said awkwardly for a while: "What does it have to do with me?"

Chen Ming smiled slightly: "How come it doesn't matter?"

He held her hand and pressed her against the door panel, constantly approaching...

Song Jiaren opened her eyes wide, her red lips slightly opened, and her voice rustled: "Chen Ming..."

He pressed against her lips and murmured: "Just kiss me, I haven't seen you for half a year."

After saying that, she clenched her hands and clasped her fingers... She could not resist him at all, so she could only let him kiss him again and again.

Fortunately, Chen Ming was not drunk, and finally remembered that he was at Zhou Yunchen's house. Even if he longed for it, he could only let her go. He did not stay here for the night. He didn't want her to be embarrassed tomorrow, so he just held her head and panted: "Go to my place tomorrow, huh?"

Song Jiaren's face turned slightly red, and she passed her face for a while.

She didn't say anything, but he probably knew that she was willing, so he smiled softly and kissed her and left with satisfaction.

After he left, Song Jiaren ran to the terrace and watched him get into the car in the dark night.

Chen Ming was a criminal investigation officer and felt her presence very keenly. He looked up and smiled at her.

In the darkness, his teeth were quite white and he smiled happily. For some reason, Song Jiaren was a little moved.

She was with him, and often it seemed...it happened that she almost liked him, but she had never had such a touching moment. She knew clearly what this was, so she... didn't want to resist anymore.

Chen Ming got into the car, pressed the window to look at her...

The eyes are opposite each other, and they are speechless.

But in the end, the driver drove away, and he turned around to look at her... At that moment, she wanted to call him and let him stay, but when she thought that the timing was wrong, she suppressed it.

Only then did she realize that she didn't think about him, but she didn't dare to think about it.

If you don’t contact or answer the phone, maybe you’re willful, just wanting him to coax her... She wants him to be the kind of person she wants, and Chen Ming seems... to understand it too.

Song Jiaren stood for a long time, dumb and muddy.

In the bedroom on the other side, Chen Congwen finally served Zhou Yunchen and his uncle, so tired that he was sweating all over.

The old man was lying on the single sofa, and before he could wake up, he held his forehead with one hand and asked, "Have that boy Chen Ming gone? I seem to hear you keep him here."

Chen Congwen took a towel to wipe his sweat, and said, "Do you think others are as shameless as you, Chen Ming left just now, didn't you hear the sound of the car?"

Zhou Yunchen smiled when he heard this, stretched out his hand and pulled his wife into his arms. Chen Congwen was serving him and immediately patted him on the back of his hand: "Be more regular, don't move, your neck is full of sweat."
Chapter completed!