Endless Pampering Only For You

Song Shijun took another bite of pasta and motioned for the servant to pour water for him.

He was a boy and had a large meal, so he quickly finished a plate of pasta.

Song Shijun's eyes fell on the plate in front of Han Qiqing, and he reached over and said, "If you don't eat, just give me."

Han Qiqing turned back and patted his hand, glared at him, grabbed his fork and said, "Who said I wouldn't eat?"

She lowered her head, rolled her face with a fork, and put it in her mouth.

When Song Shijun saw that she was willing to eat, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, then she signaled the maid to make him a sandwich.

Although Han Qiqing still has no appetite, he barely eats a third of the noodles and a bowl of porridge.

After the two had finished eating, Song Shijun stretched his arms and glanced at the time.

"At this time, young people should have boarded it."

Speaking of this, Han Qiqing remembered that her passport could not be found. She pushed open her chair and went upstairs.

Song Shijun looked at her and followed.

Han Qiqing entered his room and sat in front of the dresser, looking down at the drawer.

Song Shijun looked around the room, walked to the bed and sat down, resting his hands on the soft bed, leaning back, watching her movements sideways.

"Damn!" Han Qiqing still didn't find it, her eyes were wet, she was so angry that she closed the drawer, and kicked the cabinet.

Song Shijun raised one leg and kicked it.

"Why are you kicking my table!" Han Qiqing turned to stare at him, yelling at him angrily.

Song Shijun was innocent, "I'll help you out."

"Who asked you to help, what would you do if you kicked my desk?"

"Kick and buy again, I lose you."

"Who wants you to pay? I don't have the money to buy it myself?"

Han Qiqing stood up, walked in front of him, grabbed his neckline, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Song Shijun smiled, spread his hands and said, "You want to take my breath out? Then come on, 蹂 | 蹂 我 吧! Torture me!"

"You're bored!" Han Qiqing let go of his hand and threw him to the bed.

Song Shijun was lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, slowly said, "In fact, you can't go to the United States, it's good."

"Why do you say that?" Han Qiqing was puzzled, sat down beside him, and lay down like he was.

The two were lying at an angle of ninety degrees.

Song Shijun turned her head and glanced at her side face and said, "I already told you that Lu Yichen is not suitable for you, no matter how much you like him, and you have no results with him, you might as well give up early, look, now The missing passport is the answer given to you by God. "

Han Qiqing didn't speak anymore, and there was sorrow on his face.

Song Shijun continued, "I really don't understand. Why do you like him so well, except for his good grades? What's the point? That kind of character doesn't go with you. If you stay with him, you always want you. Take the initiative, do you think you would be happy like this? "

Han Qiqing was unhappy when he heard this, frowned, turned his head and said, "Hey, can't you speak like this? What's so good about him other than good grades? What's good about him? More to go, are you jealous of him? "

Song Shijun scoffed and said, "Well, I need to be jealous of him? Just kidding you!"

Please! He is a mighty son of a mayor. There are more people who are jealous of him. Can't he be jealous of others?