When Song Chen saw Mrs. Zhao looking at him enthusiastically, he seemed to be quite expectant.

He arrived at the bedroom and saw Wang Jun and Wang’s mother standing by the bed. Wang Jun panted and said, “Then I’ll go back first.”

As he said that, he nodded to Song Chen again. He was still quite afraid of Song Chen. The reason for fear of Song Chen is not only because Song Chen is fierce, but mainly because he is very embarrassed between Song Chen and Zhao Jindong. He doesn't know what attitude to treat Song Chen. He is cold and afraid that Song Chen will deal with him, and when he gets close, he is afraid that Zhao Jindong will be unhappy.

Mrs. Zhao leaned against the door frame and urged: "Ma Wang, leave it to Xiaochen."

Why are you so eyeless?

Wang Ma hesitated: "Can Xiaochen take care of her?"

Mrs. Zhao said "tsk".

Wang's mother had no choice but to say to Song Chen: "Then I'll go out first. If you need help, call me."

Song Chen nodded and walked to the bed. He saw that Zhao Jindong was not completely drunk and was still open his eyes, but his eyes were a little confused.

When Mrs. Zhao left, she closed the bedroom door.

The same room, once the door was closed, it immediately changed its taste. In one room, two people. Song Chen stood in front of the bed. Seeing Zhao Jindong looking at him in confusion but insisted, as if a poor man who had been infected with a drug, but was forced to keep his spirits and wanted to guard his innocent life, he almost shouted fiercely: "What are you going to do? Don't come here."

Song Chen suddenly developed a trembling aura and looked down at Zhao Jindong from a high point.

Zhao Jindong's eyes made him excited, and he even forgot about the tears he had just written.

He walked to the bed and said like a demon: "Oh, you're drunk."

This reminded Zhao Jindong of the night they got married.

That night, he also drank too much and was taken back. Song Chen left him outside for socializing and came back in the middle of the night.

When I came back, I carried an eagle.

Song Chen, who suddenly tried to please him before marriage, was so fond of weakness. When he came in with a cage that night, he had the most familiar vicious and arrogant look. He was wearing a black suit, shiny leather shoes, and meticulously combed his hair. He pulled his tie and sat down in front of the bed.

The eagle in the cage was flapping violently and extremely fiercely, and the cage kept ringing.

Perhaps because he had drunk too much, Zhao Jindong felt both distressed and upset. When he sat up, he heard Song Chen say in this tone: "Oh, I'm drunk."

What made him familiar with was a face that had been shadowing him since he was a teenager dragged his always-defeated tone.

The eagle is a perverted and exciting domestication process. It catches the most brutal and cruel eagle, confronts it, does not give it food or drink, and does not let it sleep. It is completely collapsed, full of blood marks on its mouth and claws, and a free and unruly eagle is defeated and has since become a docile soul.

Zhao Jindong knew that in Song Chen's eyes, he was the disobedient eagle, and Song Chen was determined to tame him.

But Song Chen was perverted enough, but not patient enough. He couldn't wait to quickly tame the eagle, but the eagle was tortured to death by him. Before the eagle died, it pecked his hand and bleeding.

Song Chen suddenly became furious and threw the dead eagle on the ground and kicked it with his feet, like a madman.

Song Chen is indeed like a madman. People outside see him glamorous and beautiful, and have an interesting personality. Only those who have lived with him know how unbearable he is.

When Zhao Jindong suddenly thought of this, he pursed his lips, squinted his eyes at him, and did not speak.

Poor.

Song Chen stretched out his hand, and Zhao Jindong's arm moved immediately, as if he wanted to stop him. Song Chen said, "Are you lying down like this? Are you still taking a shower or just sleeping?"

Zhao Jindong said: "No...don't..."

He actually stuttered.

"You...you care..."

Zhao Jindong said.

Wow, he didn't know that Zhao Jindong would stutter when he was drunk and talked!

Song Chen held back his smile and said with a stern face, "Then you can't just lie down like this. I'll take off your shoes and lie down in the quilt."

As he said that, he was about to bend over. Zhao Jindong raised his legs, his hands still blocking him. He kicked off his shoes, revealing the black socks inside.

"Do you take off your socks?" Song Chen was actually a little excited.

Zhao Jindong didn't say anything, and pulled up the quilt to cover his body, panted and lay down, looking at him.

Song Chen sat down beside the bed, thinking whether he would tease him while he was in danger.

Turning his head to look at Zhao Jindong, he saw Zhao Jindong staring at him.

Zhao Jindong was confused and found that Song Chen's eyes were still red, as if he had just cried, and his voice was as wet and hoarse as he had cried.

Why does he always show this way recently? Is there a new trick?

From childhood to adulthood, Song Chen is really like a devil, and he has countless tricks to torture people.

It's so hard that it's going to be soft, right?

Unfortunately, he has seen through him.

Song Chen climbed onto the bed, lay down beside Zhao Jindong, looking at him like a little hooligan.

He also deliberately showed a bit of provocative and teasing expression, dragging the tone of dryness and said, "Why are you drinking so much?"

Zhao Jindong gasped, suddenly grabbed him and pressed him under him.

He was tall and strong, and Song Chen was suddenly pressed under his body, feeling like he was about to be crushed to death, but his heart was beating fast, and he was open with frightened eyes.

Zhao Jindong finally felt a little better. The breath of breath with a strong smell of alcohol made Song Chen blush and warm.

Zhao Jindong's eyes were fierce. He stared at him for a while, and suddenly lowered his head.

I, Cao.

I, Cao!

Is this going to kiss him???

Song Chen's heart was about to jump out of his body, and his mind was even blank.

His first kiss came like this?!

He closed his eyes and his eyelashes were shaking.

Then Zhao Jindong did not kiss him. He opened his eyes again. Seeing that Zhao Jindong looked contemptuous, his fingers rubbed his lower lips.

The force used was a bit too high, as if he wanted to rub his lips torn.

"Is this...what you...want?" he asked with a drunken tone, but his tone was fierce.

After he said that, he turned over from him, with contempt.

It turned out that I was just trying to mock him.

Song Chen's face turned red, he pursed his lips tightly, and suddenly turned over, turned to ride up and rode on Zhao Jindong, and kissed him in the mouth.

The moment the lips touched, Zhao Jindong's body almost immediately shook. Just as he was about to reach out, Song Chen pressed it fiercely on the bed.

Song Chen chewed his lips and said, "This is what I want."

Enough, enough, and his courage is only enough.

He was so excited and nervous that he flipped off Zhao Jindong and jumped onto the floor. Zhao Jindong was angry and stood up and wanted to pull him, but his drunken body fell down again.

He underestimated Song Chen's shamelessness!

Song Chen's face turned red and he walked quickly towards the bathroom. He felt a sense of anger in his chest and was about to explode.

He quickly reached the bathroom, and turned on the faucet of the bathroom and breathed out with a rustling sound of water.

He is really so immature. Song Chen is the one he wrote, and he dares to take his desires only when he writes.

Song Chen sat on the toilet for a long time, but he was still savoring the kiss he had just tasted.

It turns out that kissing is like this. Zhao Jindong, who looks so tough and cold, has his lips hot and soft. He has only gotten a little bit of the alcoholic smell between his lips and teeth, as if he is about to get drunk.

The first kiss turned out to be a forced kiss, and he was strong enough.

Zhao Jindong stayed in bed with his energy for a long time, but he could not resist the invasion of drunkenness and sleepiness, and fell asleep.

After taking a shower, Song Chen came out in his pajamas and sat by the bed and watched quietly.

He was really moved. He liked Zhao Jindong very much. His eyebrows, eyes, chin, and even his personal temperament were all his ideal types.

It would be great if he could have such a good husband. He pursed his lips and thought, lifted the quilt and lay down as far as possible.

There was also the sound of rain outside. It was easy to fall asleep on such autumn nights, but he had insomnia until the early morning and looked at the orchids in the middle of the night.

The pot of Yonghuaisu at the head of the bed was placed together with the orchid lantern. When I was confused, I couldn't tell which one was Yonghuaisu and which one was the lamp.

During the autumn rain season, it is most likely to make people sleepy. Even Zhao Yungang, who has always been self-disciplined, gets up late.

But Mrs. Zhao started to press on time. Although it was a bit awkward to say that caring about their sons' sex life, she was really curious whether Song Chen and Zhao Jindong were like this last night.

After getting up, I went to the third floor to listen to the movement. Seeing that Song Chen and his room were quiet, I went downstairs.

Mrs. Chen said: "Why did my wife get up so early today?"

Even she and Wang Ma got up late. It was too cold today. The leaves in the manor fell a lot in one night. There was a layer on the ground. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still gloomy. The gardeners were busy sweeping the fallen leaves.

Mrs. Zhao wore a sportswear and ran around the manor for a while. When she came back, she went around the small pond and looked at the third floor. She saw that the curtains on the third floor were still tightly closed.

The curtains that are closed during the day are always easy to imagine. A fallen leaf fell on Mrs. Zhao's head, she took them down and threw them on the ground, and said to herself, "Is this easy for me?"

Mrs. Zhao feels that she is worried every day.
To be continued...