100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 570 Visiting the Golden Gate

It doesn't really matter if you're just having fun.

Even Si Jiu couldn't get her pregnant, let alone anyone else. The probability of her getting pregnant was definitely lower than the probability of the end of the world.

Mingjia agreed to have hot pot with the girl that night. The two of them randomly flagged down a car on the roadside and headed straight there.

Although Haidilao is famous throughout the country, there are quite a few other hot pot restaurants in Beijing that are also top-rated and offer good service.

Restaurants like Banu, Chongba Niufu, Donglaishun, and Jubaoyuan are all good choices.

Mingjia knew that the young girl was particular and preferred clean places, and relatively speaking, Banu was the least likely to make a mistake.

She thoroughly enjoyed the meal, especially the coconut juice she had specially ordered; it was refreshingly sweet and delicious.

I originally thought he would do something once he got to the hotel.

After all, he had rested all night and had just made some tough remarks, but in the end, the other party behaved themselves and did nothing.

After turning on the TV for her and getting her some snacks, I took my pajamas and went to take a shower.

Oh...right, there's a cup of ginseng and goji berry tea that he just brewed on the bedside table.

She took off her shoes, curled up her legs and sat on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds while flipping through channels with the remote.

You can relax as much as you want.

One of the advantages of a package deal is that it covers the memberships of most TV stations.

Many people come and go in a hurry and don't have time to watch TV, so naturally they don't know this little secret.

She chose one of her favorite variety shows and was quite relaxed.

When the bathroom door opened, she was engrossed in watching something and naturally didn't have time to pay attention to anything else.

The man walked towards them step by step, his slippers still faintly damp.

The sofa cushions sank slowly as he sat down next to the little girl.

He twirled a strand of her long, glossy black hair between his fingers and gently sniffed it, his voice soft yet husky: "Want to take a shower?"

"I'll wait a moment, you go wash first."

The fact that she said that was enough to prove that her attention was not on this at all.

Mingjia was not annoyed after hearing this, as if he had expected it.

Right in front of the little girl, he grabbed her hand directly, without even closing the window, and started playing with the light on.

She finally let out a soft moan, bit her lip, and glared at him.

"No." That "No" wasn't forceful, but it sounded much more exciting than the word "yes."

Sure enough, he paused, then grasped the girl's wrist, lowered his head and gently buried it in her skin, his voice instantly becoming indistinct: "Is this TV show good?"

"Be gentle."

This posture is rather intriguing.

She tilted her head back slightly, hugged his head tightly, and whispered, her voice trembling, "Uncle Ming!"

He loosened his teeth and looked up.

Looking down at her from above.

He hooked his finger and quickly pulled something off, then threw it onto the coffee table, ignoring her pleading look.

"Uncle Ming."

The young girl's eyes were terribly red at the corners; she was so delicate, already completely captivating before the game even started. Bright lights shone on every inch of her face, highlighting her alluring beauty.

The man lowered his head and touched the corner of her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. He tightened his grip on her wrist for a moment, then slowly loosened it and sat up again.

He glanced at the little guy, his voice low and hoarse: "Come here, sit down."

Her face flushed red instantly, and she looked so timid that it made people want to force her to do something wrong.

"I, I won't."

"Come here first."

She came over shakily, her little hands fearfully gripping his shoulders.

"Uncle Ming."

"Don't be afraid, sweetie." He placed his hands on the back of the sofa and looked up at her slightly. "Uncle Ming."

"good."