At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, room 403, in the bedroom. Song Qian looked at the time displayed on the phone, and then kept refreshing the page of . She had been waiting for a long time, but Jiang Chen never came back. There is no other way, Song Qian can only use this stupid way. She knows that Jiang Chen usually uploads new chapters of novels at this point in time, and usually uploads dozens of chapters. "Yes!" After refreshing an unknown number of times, Song Qian's eyes suddenly lit up, and her face was full of excitement. If it was a few days ago, Song Qian would never have imagined that she would be so crazy about a novel one day. You know, she pays the most attention to self-cultivation. But in the past few days, I slept very late every day, and basically used it to read Jiang Chen's novels.
Especially this "Little Bone". At this moment, she couldn't tell whether she was fascinated by this book or by the author of the book. But she can't control so much anymore, she only has one thought in her mind, and that is to read on. She believes that as long as she keeps reading, there will be an answer in the end. 23 When this answer appears, it may be the end of her and Jiang Chen. On the other hand, Jiang Chen didn't know that Song Qian would chase after him so crazily. At this time, after uploading the remaining chapters of "Little Bone", he turned off the computer and left the presidential suite. Fortunately, there is a computer in the presidential suite, otherwise he would have to go out to find an Internet cafe, or update it after returning. But no matter what, he didn't want to live in the presidential suite today. It may be because he is used to living in Scholarly Garden recently, but Jiang Chen always feels that the presidential suite is too cold. When Tian Ye was there, he didn't feel it. When there was only one person, he always felt that the presidential suite was too big and it was not very comfortable to live in. When we got downstairs, the front desk manager came over. After all, it is a guest of the presidential suite, and the front desk manager takes it very seriously. When she heard that Jiang Chen was leaving, she immediately asked Jiang Chen if he wanted to drive. Jiang Chen drank half a bottle of red wine before, and there was some alcohol smell on his body. The front desk manager is not too familiar with this situation. Jiang Chen didn't refuse either. Soon, the hotel's special driver drove over in a Mercedes-Benz G. After Jiang Chen got into the car, he headed for Shuxiang Yayuan. Ding dong ding dong... Ding dong... ding dong...
The doorbell rang again and again, and when Jiang Chen opened his eyes, he found that he was in the bedroom of Shuxiang Yayuan. Outside the window, the sun has risen very high. "This time....who?!" Hearing the doorbell was still ringing, Jiang Chen was a little puzzled, got up and walked out of the bedroom. Through the cat's eye on the door, Jiang Chen saw Song Qian standing outside the door, and was a little surprised. "Sister Song, what are you Jiang Chen opened the door and looked at Song Qian who was carrying several bags, his face full of doubts. The most important thing is that Song Qian's expression is a little strange at this time. "I...I'll make you noodles." Song Qian raised a few bags in her hands, and said falteringly: "I...I lost." "Huh? What lost... oh..." Jiang Chen looked bewildered, but when he was halfway through speaking, he suddenly reacted, and then he smirked and lengthened his tone. "Why! Just make noodles!" Song Qian's pretty face was slightly hot, and she said angrily: "Eat or not, I can leave if I don't eat, and the bet is over." "Eat, Sister Song will give it to me next time, why don't I eat it?" "You...don't say such things." Song Qian's face turned red. Although she was busy sorting out Yingzi's review papers all day long, she still knew some jokes on the Internet. "What are you talking about? Sister Song, don't you want the next article? Did I say something wrong?" Seeing Jiang Chen with a serious face, Song Qian's lips trembled a few times, but finally she was discouraged. She could see how thick Jiang Chen's skin was. Also faintly regretted that he shouldn't fulfill this bet, so he should pretend not to know. but....... "Xiaochen, how do you know that I like sadomasochism?" In the kitchen, Song Qian asked without looking back while washing the vegetables. At the kitchen door, Jiang Chen was leaning against the wall, looking at Song Qian's back. "I guess." Jiang Chen said without hesitation: "Actually, it's not a guess. The reason why I wrote this is also to let Sister Song relax.
"relax for a moment.………" Song Qian paused for a while, then continued to wash the vegetables, and at the same time pretended to ask casually: What do I need to relax? I relax every day. "Yeah?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, then straightened up and approached Song Qian. "Sister Song, you have been...very depressed these days. "You've been forcing a smile these two days. It looks like nothing happened, but you're actually very sad, but you can't show it because Yingzi is here. Hearing the footsteps behind her getting closer, Song Qian's movements became slower and slower, and her heart gradually became nervous. But more, it is moved and excited. Every word Jiang Chen said entered her heart. Let her know that there is such a confidant by her side. She is a woman after all! After being so 'humiliated' by 400 Qiao Weidong, how could she not feel a little bit. But in front of her daughter, she must be strong and strong. In the past few days, she secretly shed tears several times at night, but she covered her mouth again, not daring to make any noise, for fear of being heard by Yingzi. "Xiao Chen......" Feeling the aura close at hand behind her, Song Qian's eyes were completely red, and tears slowly fell down. "Why...why did you write such a novel!" "Why...why did you write it so abusively! Why did you write about the relationship between Xiaogu and Your Highness! Why..." Too many whys! Song Qian couldn't help crying, she turned her head and hugged Jiang Chen. "You know very well that this kind of relationship should not be!" At this moment, Song Qian didn't know whether she was talking about the plot of "Little Bone" or the reality. It's just that she really wants to cry at this moment. Cry hard and fast!!! But Jiang Chen didn't answer, just put his arms around Song Qian, and then patted her on the back to comfort her. "Cry, stop suppressing your emotions, and be yourself." Hearing this, Song Qian in her arms suddenly cried louder, tears soon soaked Jiang Chen's clothes completely. This is Song Qian! A real woman!.