Loving a virtuous wife: The president of the milk dog stands aside

"But I don't know when they drove the car away. You know I seldom come back." Shao Tingxun pursed his mouth innocently, his soft hair drooping softly on his fair forehead, he looked a little Very cute.

But in Song Qingyin's eyes, Shao Tingxun's appearance was a bit unbearable.

Whose brat is this?

Song Qingyin suddenly remembered the card that Shao Tingxun's grandfather gave her that day, and she hurriedly took out the card from the bag she had put on the sofa before she could put it away.

"Here." She handed the card to Shao Tingxun's eyes.

Shao Tingxun looked at the card in Song Qingyin's hand, and then at Song Qingyin, his deep voice was a little teasing: "What? Are you planning to keep me?"

He changed his voice and said, "How much money is there? My asking price is very high. The salary of Assistant Professor Song may not be enough."

"What's on your mind?" Song Qingyin threw the card into Shao Tingxun's arms.

Song Qingyin really wanted to pry Shao Tingxun's head open to see what was inside.

"Then what is this?"

"Your grandfather gave it to me that day?"

"My grandfather." Shao Tingxun's expression changed when he heard that his grandfather had already approached Song Qingyin.

"When did he find you?"

"Just a while ago." Song Qingyin told Shao Tingxun everything about Datian.

"Oh." Shao Tingxun's sullen face didn't seem to relax much.

"Is there any problem?" This is the first time Song Qingyin saw such a dignified expression on Shao Tingxun's face that always had an unruly smile.

"It's okay." Shao Tingxun shook his head.

He didn't tell Song Qingyin that his family faced metaphysics taboos, that was absolute.

They don't dislike commoner girls, but they are extremely repulsive about metaphysics. Shao Tingxun doesn't know why. Anyway, when he was sick before, a servant at home said he was bewitched. I have never seen that servant at home.

Even the son-in-law who brought the servant to help Shao's family disappeared.

It can be seen how much the Shao family hates and rejects metaphysics.

If grandpa knew that Song Qingyin was doing this, he might use some extreme means to force Song Qingyin to leave him. Now Song Qingyin has no feelings for him at all. If Song Qingyin leaves him...

Even before this idea was fully formed, Shao Tingxun began to maintain a high degree of aversion to this possibility.

This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen.

"Go take a shower."

"What do you want to do?"

"How do you sleep without taking a shower, or is Assistant Professor Song never going to bed before?"

"What are you talking about?" Every time I woke up in this villa, I was surrounded by Shao Tingxun's big face. Today, she didn't come here on purpose, so she didn't want to live with Shao Tingxun.

"I want to sleep in the room next to yours."

"That's the cloakroom."

"Next to it."

"That's the theater."

"That's the study."

……

"Is there a utility room in your house except for these few rooms?"

Song Qingyin couldn't believe that such a big house didn't have a room for her.

"real."

"I'm going to watch." This is almost Song Qingyin's only hobby here today.

"I really want to see it."

"Really." Song Qingyin couldn't believe it anymore, there was no car in the garage, so it can't be that there is no room upstairs now.

"Then you go and see for yourself." Shao Tingxun took a sip of coffee, still with that damn conniving look.

"This can't be a trap, right?" Song Qingyin asked suspiciously. It wasn't that she started to become suspicious, but that Shao Tingxun was really too deliberate, and he has become more and more cunning these days.

"It's fine if you don't look at it, I don't dislike it if you don't like taking a bath, let's go to sleep." After saying that, Shao Tingxun put down the exquisitely crafted coffee cup in his hand, stood up and stretched out his hand to touch Lan Song Qingyin's shoulder.

Song Qingyin dodged to the side lightly, avoiding Shao Tingxun's embrace.

"I still decided to take a look." She quickly climbed upstairs.

Behind him, Shao Tingxun sat down quietly, waiting for a while, Song Qingyin's expression after seeing the scene upstairs must be wonderful.

Shao Tingxun counted silently in his heart, and after a while, Song Qingyin's voice came from upstairs.

With a jumping foot, he was furious: "Shao Tingxun, you are crazy."

Song Qingyin sat in the room where she had spent several nights, she had already put on her pajamas, her long black hair behind her was still dripping with water.

"Aren't you going to wipe your hair?" Shao Tingxun asked.

In the end, Song Qingyin roared like a firecracker was fired.

"You are sick, you actually locked the doors of all the rooms in such a big villa."

"I didn't lock it." Shao Tingxun touched his nose and said aggrievedly.

"How could it not be you."

"It wasn't me in the first place." Shao Tingxun sat on the edge of the bed, sitting with Song Qingyin, feeling the wetness from his arms, and actually felt a little enjoying this feeling.

"If you don't wipe your hair, you'll catch a cold, and sister Fairy will turn into a slug."

"I want you to take care of it." Although Song Qingyin said this, for the sake of her own image, she still grabbed the towel from Shao Tingxun's hand and began to slowly wipe her long hair.

She still can't forget the scene just now, she almost visited the five-story main building, but she couldn't find a door that could be opened except Shao Tingxun's room, except of course the theater and the gym.

This guy was obviously waiting to see his own joke, but Shao Tingxun saw the joke just like a fool.

When she remembered what happened just now, the strength in her hand began to increase unconsciously.

The action of rubbing hair is not like rubbing but like pulling hair.

Shao Tingxun, who was standing on the side, felt pain even looking at it, but the person concerned didn't feel it at all, as if he had lost his sense of pain.

Even if he didn't feel sorry for Song Qingyin, he still felt sorry for that head of hard-working hair.

"Let me do it."

"I will do it myself."

"Don't you feel your scalp hurt?" Shao Tingxun snatched the towel from Song Qingyin's hand, because it had absorbed a lot of water, the dry towel had become soft and damp, but even so, Song Qingyin's hair was still there dripping water.

After Shao Tingxun said so, Song Qingyin really felt her scalp tingle a little.

He actually killed himself because of that bastard Shao Tingxun?

Shao Tingxun's towel covered Song Qingyin's head, blocking her entire vision.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingyin was extremely dissatisfied with this rude treatment.

"Sister Fairy, just be happy secretly. This is the first time I've brushed someone's hair. No one else can ask for it."

"Happy fart." Song Qingyin was in a bad mood at first, but when she heard Shao Tingxun's voice, she felt irritable.

It was rare for Song Qingyin to slap Shao Tingxun, but he didn't speak back immediately, but concentrated on wiping Song Qingyin's hair. Shao Tingxun's movements were very light and Song Qingyin didn't feel any discomfort.

On the contrary, when Shao Tingxun's long-sleeved and dry fingers ran through the hair, Song Qingyin felt a little numb.

I couldn't help squinting my eyes to feel it slowly.

"Is it very comfortable?" Even without seeing Shao Tingxun's face, Song Qingyin could hear the smugness in his voice.

But we can't make this person too proud, Song Qingyin curled her lips: "It's not bad, it needs to be improved."

"Sister Fairy, I didn't expect that you look like a fairy, but you are actually a guy who doesn't like to tell the truth." Shao Tingxun said while helping Song Qingyin wipe her head.

"Who said that, I'm very honest." Song Qingyin was very happy to be served, and even her mood improved. The incident that Shao Tingxun made her angry just now seemed to be the end of the story.

"Liar." Shao Tingxun said with a smile.

Then the two of them were not talking, the atmosphere was very good, with a touch of warmth, constantly circulating around the two of them.

"Okay." Shao Tingxun came over with the hair dryer after checking that there was no moisture dripping from his hair.

Seeing this, Song Qingyin quickly reached out to pick it up, but Shao Tingxun avoided it.

"Don't move, this is a one-stop service, and it's not over yet." Shao Tingxun fell in love with the feeling of Song Qingyin's hair passing through his fingertips, and every time the hair slid, it would cause a tingling numbness .

Song Qingyin withdrew her hand when she heard Shao Tingxun's words, waiting for Shao Tingxun's service.

Shao Tingxun adjusted the temperature of the hair dryer to a medium level, and the sound of the hair dryer sounded in this seemingly loud space that became small because of the presence of two people.

It should be very noisy, but now it feels very quiet.

Does Shao Tingxun's hand go through the scalp, it's very comfortable, it's different from his own fingers.

Song Qingyin enjoyed it very much.

"Okay." These two words seemed to announce something, the humming sound in the room stopped, and both Song Qingyin and Shao Tingxun felt a little lost to varying degrees.

"Good sleep."

"You sleep on the floor?"

"This is my home." Shao Tingxun put his hands on his hips, frowning in displeasure.

He obviously already entered the room with him, but he still wanted to sleep separately from him.

"Then I'll sleep on the floor." Song Qingyin thought for a while and felt that what Shao Tingxun said made sense, so she began to compromise.

"No."

"why."

"You are my girlfriend, you should sleep with me."

"We're fake."

"So what if it's fake, you used to treat people like this and that, but today you start to dislike me and want to sleep alone. I didn't expect that, Sister Fairy, you are not only a talkative person, but also a person who loves the new and dislikes the old." Shao Tingxun pointed Fingers pointing at Song Qingyin are all jokes, accusing Song Qingyin of this bad woman who has always been rebellious and abandoned.