MTL - Midnight Cinderella-Chapter 40 Fortieth night

This hug is obviously different from the last two times. Jiang Dian’s whole person is stiff with the warm chest sticking behind him.

Feng Jing held her hand on her waist and held her wrist in one hand. She buried her head in her neck and sniffed deeply: "Is this taste? It smells good, and there is a little green orange."

Let him be obsessed.

"That, that is the smell of shampoo." Jiang Dian was so nervous that he stuttered.

Feng Jing smiled and looked at her slightly: "Where do we use the same paragraph for shampoo?"

"I am a woman shampoo!" Jiang Dian struggled in his arms twice, this position, let her clearly feel the aggressiveness of men behind him. Feng’s hand holding her slightly tightened, and the sound sounded like just drinking: “I want to dye your taste now.”

"...that, then, do you want to try the perfume now?"

"I want to try something else." He said that he had kissed the delicate neck of Jiangjiang, and Jiang dye was stimulated to make the whole person shrink.

"Dyeing..." Feng Jing whispered her name, as if a spell made the body temperature of both of them rise rapidly. Feng Jing’s hand slipped in from Jiang’s top hem, and the delicate skin touched by his fingertips made his breath a tight one.

Jiang Dian completely forgot the resistance under Feng Jing's hand, until Feng Jing pressed her on the sofa, she has not slowed down. The shirt button on Feng Jing’s body didn’t know when it had been untied, revealing a large chest, and Jiang dyeing swallowed unconsciously.

Of course, Feng Jing did not only take care of his own button, Jiang Ding's clothes were pushed up by him, revealing a white waist.

The heartbeat was unprecedentedly fast. When Jiang Dian felt that his breathing was not smooth, Feng Jing also overwhelmed his mouth and plundered a small amount of oxygen in her mouth. She subconsciously writhed. When she encountered a very aggressive part of a man, the first thought she flashed in her mind was that there was still a 0.01mm sleeve in the cargo room...

Just as Feng Jing’s hand was about to explore a more mysterious area, his cell phone, still on the table, suddenly rang. Feng Jing’s brows were slightly stunned, and he did not want to take care of the disturbing ringtones. He continued to attack the city on Jiang Min’s body.

The person who called was very persistent. After the first time he was automatically hanged up, he rushed to make a second call. Jiang Dian's eyes with water vapor slammed into the table, and the breath was unstable: "Telephone, or pick it up..."

Feng Jing is no more than her, his phone may be a very important thing at work, and it is definitely something to see this person so persistent.

Feng Fen frowned, and finally let go of Jiang Dian, and picked up the phone: "What?"

"Fang, it’s about twelve o'clock, why haven't you come down yet!" Michelle's anxious voice came from the phone, and his family acted strangely at night, not knowing to give him a girlfriend. Said no!

This sentence is like a basin of ice water, completely extinguished the flame of Feng Jing. He looked up and looked at the wall clock on the wall, which was already 11.56.

not good!

Sighing in my heart, Feng Jing quickly sat up. The belt of his trousers didn't know when it had been untied. Now it's too late to deduct it. He just had to lift his pants and stumbled out: "Sorry, I am suddenly in a hurry! I will explain it to you later!"

"...ah?" Jiang Dian was still out of the situation. She looked at Feng Jing's hurried back, just wanted to say, you are so embarrassed, put on your clothes and pants and go...

There were only four minutes left, and Feng Jing had no idea to wear clothes and pants. He even put his shoes on his feet and the wind rushed out.

Fear of being unsafe on the road, he did not go downstairs, but pressed the number fifteen directly on the elevator.

After the elevator door closed, he was finally relieved. Looking at the mirror in his own clothes, Feng Jing was speechless, but fortunately this time is very late, no one is using the elevator... He tied his belt and looked at a small part of the support The tent was more speechless.

After the elevator door opened, he quickly returned to the rented room. At this time, there were less than two minutes from twelve o'clock. He quickly tore off his clothes, rushed for 30 seconds, then put on his pajamas and flew to the quilt.

The twelve o'clock bell rang on time.

Feng Jing suddenly appeared in the living room of Jiang Dian. Jiang Dye was still sitting on the sofa, and the collar that was shackled and stretched was still loosely placed on his shoulders.

Feng Jing: "..."

He made a deep breath and turned his head away. He didn't want to get out of the fire.

Jiang Dye is still reminiscing about the previous incident. First, he was ashamed of the intimate contact between the two, and then he began to worry about what happened to Feng Jing. After all, when he left, he still supported the small tent.

Thinking of her face red again, she patted her face, got up from the sofa, and put the clothes together: "Go first... take a shower."

After she left the living room for a while, Feng Jing heard the sound of the sound of the water. He sank his eyes and sullenly fell to the ground.

Today is really a mistake for him. What would happen to Jiang Yin? The boyfriend did half of the girlfriend and ran away... If he was a girl, he would definitely not accept it!

Ah, ah, ah, ah! Crazy! Now!

And the person who is going crazy at this time will stop him.

Michelle, who had waited for one night downstairs, saw Feng Liang hang up his phone. The lights on the fifteenth floor suddenly lit up, and he knew that Feng Jing might have to sleep here tonight. The house was originally rented for three months, although it is not living now, but it is still in the lease period.

As a life assistant to Feng Jing, he certainly has a spare key in his hand. Taking into account the state of Feng Jing's evening, he parked the car in the underground garage and took the elevator to the fifteenth floor.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard the loud dog barking.

Michelle: "..."

Feng Jing has not been so troubled for a long time, so excited tonight, is it because of... birthday?

He couldn't help but fantasize that the filmmaker had just done something with his girlfriend.

However, the occupant of the movie in the room was obviously the most important thing at this time. He made all the stops and made him sweat when he slept.

Then he inadvertently saw a fresh scratch on the back of the Emperor.

...he can't understand that he can't understand.

He meditated in his heart and closed the door of the bedroom.

After Jiang dyed the shower, he still didn't feel relieved, and he sent a message to Feng Jing.

Jiang Dian: Are you still there?

She waited for a while, and did not wait for Feng Jing's reply, had to put down her mobile phone to go to sleep. After seeing the two yellow eyes in the bay window, Jiang dyed and put on the blindfold: "Good night, two yellow."

"Wang." Feng Jing also said good night to her, the twilight is unknown.

What he couldn't bear most was Jiang Dian's message to him at night, but he couldn't reply. Although he was with her, it didn't make any sense to her.

What should be done in order to be no longer interchangeable with the two yellow?

He used to be very grateful to this "magic" and let him meet Jiang Dian, but at the same time, this "magic" also brought him a big negative impact.

The next morning he was woken up by Michelle. Seeing his not so friendly face, he knew that the second night must be noisy.

"Total, your physical condition is not stable, don't... do something too exciting." Michelle concealed and implicitly reminded Feng. Feng Jing coughed and stepped on the slippers into the bathroom: "Know it."

After taking a shower, Feng Jing saw the perfume on the table, and his heart moved slightly.

The scene of chaos last night, he did not forget to take the perfume... I also admire myself.

Thinking of Jiang Dian's words on the card, his mouth could not stop curling up. He walked over and opened the perfume, squirting into the air and gently sniffing.

Well, it’s exactly the same as Jiang Wen’s.

Because of the perfume, Feng Jing’s mood of a night was slightly better, until the elevator passed the seventh floor, the look was complicated.

Last night, I have to explain to Jiang dye.

Sitting in the car, Feng Jing looked at the news that Jiang Dian sent to himself last night, and kept thinking about how to reply. It’s impossible to tell the truth. Jiang Yan’s estimation is not going to be believed. I only think that he is making a story to lie to her.

The seal sighed and edited the news intermittently.

Feng Jing: Sorry, last night was the call that my assistant gave me. It was really a hundred thousand rush, so I am so embarrassed that I left you.

Feng Jing: Right, sorry, sorry, sorry.

He sent a full screen and sorry for the past.

When Jiang dye saw it, she squatted. She yawned and sat up and replied: "It doesn't matter, has the matter been solved?"

Feng Jing: Well, it was solved temporarily.

Feng Jing: I am really sorry.

Feng Jing: The next time you meet, you want to hit me. I can do it. You must not be angry. [Tears] I am afraid that you will ignore me. [Tears]

"Hey." Jiang dyed a laugh, and Mr. Feng is also very cute.

Jiang Dian: Actually, it is a little angry, but it’s definitely a matter of feeling that you are in a hurry.

Jiang Dian: I will punish you for cooking next time, 嘻嘻

Feng Jing: Good

Feng Jing: Love you

Jiang Dian: "..."

Suddenly, suddenly what is white... really.

Feng Jing’s saying "Love You" is also a love affair. Jiang Dye is really a very understanding girl. He feels that he loves her more and more.

But last night, even if Jiang Dian said that he was not angry, he himself was too worried. He held the phone in a depressed mood and searched the Internet for the situation last night. What the girlfriend usually thinks.

The reply can be said to be very exciting.

"Brother, you are honest, are you not doing it?"

"emmmm, I don't know what other people think, anyway, my words will doubt my boyfriend's problem."

"For a boyfriend! What can you think! What kind of use is this boyfriend!"

"Ha ha ha, now people, make the kidneys so fresh and refined?"

Feng Jing: "........."

The author has something to say:

It can be said that it is very miserable.

Feng Jing: Author, I hate you. :)