Quick Wear: Crazy beauties always plot against me

The faint scent on Shen Yu's body made Song Ci involuntarily narrow his eyes, his fingers passed through his soft hair, the tip of his tongue touched his teeth, surrounded by honey-colored soft waves, there was an indescribable moved.

"Then go back and rest."

Listening to Song Ci's warm voice, Shen Yu nodded, and the fingers hanging by her side turned white.

"Boss, wrap this up."

"okay!"

The boss wrapped the jade in Song Ci's hand, together with the jade bracelet, and handed it to Song Ci with a smile like a Maitreya Buddha, "Come again next time if you need it."

Song Ci beckoned and led Shen Yu out.

Open the box first, take out the jade bracelet and lift Shen Yu's wrist to put it on.

Shen Yu panicked for a moment, and withdrew her hand, "Song Ci, this is..."

Song Ci looked at him like this, and smiled, "It's nothing, I just want to give this pair of jade bracelets to you because they must look good with you."

Shen Yu hurriedly pushed it over, and said anxiously: "No, it's too expensive, you should keep it yourself, and give it to her after you marry a wife..."

Noticing that Song Ci's expression was not right, his voice became lower and lower, until he almost lost his voice when he said the last sentence.

"Are you despising me?" Song Ci suddenly asked.

Shen Yu only felt that Song Ci's face was smiling but there was no warmth at all. This inevitably made him a little flustered, and quickly explained, "I didn't mean that, it's just...just..."

"It's inappropriate for you to give it to me..." Shen Yu lowered his head, and that look was particularly painful.

Song Ci sighed, suppressed the emotions in his heart, raised his hand to stroke Shen Yu's hair, trying to comfort him, and trying to calm himself down.

But this made him even more confused.

"It was my fault just now, can you just treat it as a gift from a friend?"

Song Ci twitched the corners of his lips, and smiled bitterly. He dared not and could not talk about such shady relationships and feelings, so he could only use his ridiculous friends as an excuse to stay by his side.

He couldn't and didn't dare to tell Shen Yu that there was a monster with dirty and dirty thoughts towards you.

He is so good and so shy, he must be scared and stay away from him.

He didn't dare to gamble because he couldn't afford it.

He thought that not seeing each other during this period of time or deliberately staying away would reduce this kind of thinking, but in the end it was just useless work, and instead made his emotions more erratic.

……

Maybe it was because his tone of voice was too pitiful and fragile, Shen Yu moved, couldn't bear it, and accepted it.

Song Ci looked at the white and slender wrist stretched out in front of him, something flickered in the bottom of his eyes, the movement of holding his hand was extremely gentle, as if performing an extremely noble ceremony, every move was cautious, for fear of Touching this white and tender flesh turned red.

But it was still red.

Although Song Ci didn't say anything, he felt pain in his heart as he rubbed the small red mark with his thumb.

Shen Yu only felt that Song Ci's overly gentle movements made him a little uncomfortable. His fingertips were covered with thin calluses, and they stroked the skin very gently, with a numb itching feeling, which was transmitted through the nervous system. Give the brain a moment of unconsciousness.

My head is very fuzzy.

Looking at Song Ci's appearance is also shimmering.

He remembered that touch just now that wasn't even counted as a kiss. The warm breath hit his face and his whole body was covered with Song Ci's unique fragrance, and he wrapped him forcefully, and the temperature of the palms around his waist was very hot. I even flinched from breathing, and the angry numbness from my tailbone made Shen Yu feel a little short of breath now.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Song Ci pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, his face was a little red, his forehead was hot, but his body temperature was very low.

"not comfortable?"

It took Shen Yu a while to realize that she really felt that something was wrong with her, and she always felt that her body was heavier and tired than usual, "A little bit."

But his voice was normal, just a little softer than usual, and seemed a little erratic.

Song Ci saw that his condition was not much better than before, and pulled Shen Yu into the car.

"You're sick." This time Song Ci said with certainty.

Shen Yu didn't know that he seldom got sick on weekdays, but now he just felt a headache.

He took the person into his arms, "Is there any other discomfort?"

"Dizzy." Shen Yu didn't have the strength to be taken by Song Ci right now, and she leaned directly into his arms.

"I'll take you to the doctor."

Shen Yu vaguely heard the word doctor, and suddenly tensed up, grabbing Song Ci's shirt, "No, I don't want to..."

Song Ci felt Shen Yu's trembling body due to excessive tension, and patted him on the back lightly, "Okay, don't go."

The driver looked at this scene and couldn't help frowning.

Are the wife and the young master too close?

Looking down the mirror, he saw Song Ci's cold and dark eyes. The driver was startled by the trembling fear. He shut up instantly and didn't say anything. As a qualified driver of the Song family, he knew what to say. Should not have said.

For example, he should neither look nor be curious now.

Song Ci withdrew her gaze and landed on Shen Yu, hugging him very tightly, using all her strength, as if only in this way could he keep him by her side forever, and also as if only in this way could he feel that the present is real, not fake dream.

Sighing lightly, "Ah Yu doesn't like hospitals?"

Shen Yu couldn't hear what Song Ci said, and now he was feeling very uncomfortable, just relying on instinct to look for a warm place in Shen Yu's arms.

When he got home, he carried Shen Yu back to his room, and asked the girl to cook the soup.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at Shen Yu's peaceful sleeping face, she wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead with a towel.

Song Ci raised his hand to untie his shirt, but the movements under his hand still froze.

Although he is a woman, he still presents himself as a man. Wouldn't it be in vain for him to unbutton a girl's skirt in vain.