Zhang Hao hummed a small tune and entered the room. He threw his whole body on the big bed. He couldn't help but slightly opened his thin lips and grinned: the first step to success! Lying on the big bed, Zhang Hao thought about being able to follow him again in the evening.
Song Ziting slept in the same room, breathing the same air, feeling as if grass had grown in her heart, smiling like a kid with a successful look on her face.
Just when Zhang Hao was smiling brightly, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang. Zhang Hao reached out to touch the phone on the bedside, and then noticed the successful smile on his face in the mirror.
He patted his handsome face, but couldn't help but grin from the corners of his mouth to his ears.
"Hello? Kunzi?" Zhang Hao touched the phone with a rare lightness in his tone.
"Haozi, have you won the lottery?" Song Zikun could hear the joy in Zhang Hao's tone on the other end of the phone.
"There is something better than winning a lottery!" Zhang Hao continued grinning at the phone.
"Oh? Did your company sign another big deal?" Song Zikun deliberately teased.
"Grandma is taking action!" Zhang Hao couldn't bear it anymore and said directly.
"Haozi, it seems that you haven't practiced enough. The old lady has to step in to get it done!" Song Zikun heard Zhang Hao's words. Although he was happy for Zhang Hao and his sister, he still hurt Zhang Hao with his words.
"It's not like you don't know Tingting's temperament, but you have practiced enough. If you had practiced enough, you would stare at her Lan Yatou as soon as we met, and your eyes would almost fall out!" Zhang Hao heard Song Zikun's teasing and opened his mouth to fight back.
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"You brat, you react very quickly! Then you can be at home by yourself, and I'll call Tingting to come out!" Song Zikun was not angry after hearing Zhang Hao's words, he also held the phone and grinned.
"No, Kunzi, I won't take you like this!" Zhang Hao couldn't help but became anxious when he heard Song Zikun's words. If Song Ziting was really abducted by a phone call, then he and his grandma would have worked hard for a long time.
"Okay, okay, I won't be poor with you. Let me tell you, I will take over the Song family tomorrow, and you will be free tomorrow to discuss it!" Song Zikun couldn't help grinning, and then hung up the phone.
When Zhang Hao heard the beep coming from the other end of the phone, he couldn't help but curl up his lips and put away the mobile phone on the bedside. When he heard Mrs. Zhang downstairs saying that the food was ready, Zhang Hao went downstairs happily.
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After finishing the meal, Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Hao were all smiles, but Song Ziting didn't know the taste of the food. She mechanically stuffed her mouth with the vegetables that Mrs. Zhang kept feeding her, finally filling her stomach.
"Grandma, I'm done eating!" Song Ziting swallowed a mouthful of braised pork ribs and couldn't eat any more.
"Ah? You are full after eating so much, how can you gain weight!" Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but said after hearing Song Ziting's words.
Song Ziting looked down at the bowl of rice, countless pieces of ribs, and steamed fish that she had already eaten, and she protested quietly in her heart: You can't raise pigs like this...
Zhang Hao, who was standing next to him, looked at Song Ziting's troubled face and said, "Grandma, Tingting must be full!"
When Song Ziting heard Zhang Hao's words, she nodded vigorously, then smiled at Mrs. Zhang and said, "Grandma, I'm really full!"
"Haha, okay, it's good to eat as long as you're full. Only then will you have the strength to have a baby!" Madam Zhang patted Song Ziting's little hand and felt extremely satisfied when she saw the emerald bracelet on Song Ziting's hand.
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But as soon as Song Ziting heard the word "baby" from Mrs. Zhang's mouth, she couldn't sit still, her face turned red, and she really wanted to spit out all the delicious food in her stomach. What kind of baby would she have? Did she make a mistake?
, she and Zhang Hao even divorced! Song Ziting quickly stood up and said to Mrs. Zhang with a smile: "Grandma, I'm going up first!" Then she hurried upstairs.
As soon as Song Ziting left, Mrs. Zhang put away the smile on her face, stretched out her chopsticks and knocked off a piece of fat and tender shrimp that Zhang Haozheng had caught: "You brat, you still have the heart to eat! Such a good girl,
I almost made you angry!"
"Hey, grandma, I was wrong, I know I was wrong!" Zhang Hao smiled and reached out to pick up the shrimps on the plate again.
"Don't laugh at me. I'm upset when I see you laughing. I'm telling you, brat, I will find a way to keep Tingting, but whether I can win her back depends on what you do! Women need to be coaxed and flattered.
It hurts in the palm of your hand, do you understand?" Mrs. Zhang stared and lectured.
"I know, grandma, this is my fault. I will definitely treat Tingting well!" Zhang Hao stopped smiling when he heard Mrs. Zhang's words, and his face became serious. In fact, how could he not feel pain?
As for Song Ziting, she wished she could give up her life, but this girl is now in over her head and clinging to the matter in front of her.
"It's no use just talking. Grandma needs to see your actual actions and let me hold my great-grandson as soon as possible. Then I will believe you!" Mrs. Zhang saw Zhang Hao's serious face and knew that he was serious.
He took the matter to heart, so he stopped preaching, stood up and said, "I'm full and I'm going to bed!" Then he stood up and left.
Zhang Hao sat alone at the dining table, thinking about Mrs. Zhang's words, and then made up his mind: Song Ziting, I will not let you go, I will definitely let you marry me! He reached out and touched the small box in his arms, and the corner of his mouth
With a smile on his face, Zhang Hao couldn't wait to get up and go upstairs when he thought that Song Ziting was in the room at this time.
Zhang Hao was anxious, wishing he could see Song Ziting every second, so he went upstairs and opened the door habitually and walked in. As a result, he saw Song Ziting walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head and a small face flushed.
Coming out, Zhang Hao felt his throat tightening, and his eyes slid towards Song Ziting's body. He saw that the little girl was wrapped in his own shirt, and her two long legs were displayed in front of him. A small flame appeared in front of him.
It went straight from Zhang Hao's belly to his head, and he felt his head explode with a buzz. The little girl in front of him was so sexy that it made people bleed.
"Ah! You... why didn't you knock on the door!" Song Ziting rubbed the towel on her head. She looked up and saw Zhang Hao, with shining eyes, standing straight at the door staring at her. Her little face couldn't help but blush. She lowered her head and saw herself again.
She was wrapped in Zhang Hao's brand new shirt, which made her look extremely ambiguous. In a hurry, Song Ziting, who was embarrassed, turned her head and saw the big bed, so she turned her big eyes and quickly kicked off the slippers on her feet and simply got in like an ostrich.
He fell into the quilt on the big bed. After a while, he replied angrily through the quilt: "I forgot to bring a change of clothes, so I borrowed your clothes..."
Zhang Hao was still so proud that the beautiful scenery in front of him was replaced by a bulge in the quilt. He couldn't help but feel very reluctant. Hearing Song Ziting's muffled voice, Zhang Hao wished that Song Ziting could wear his big shirt every day.
Yeah! But he couldn't say that, so Zhang Hao coughed and suppressed the urge to jump on the bed immediately. He tried to say as calmly as possible: "It doesn't matter, I will remember to knock on the door next time!" Then he turned around quickly.
Stepped into the bathroom.
Zhang Hao gasped for air in front of the mirror in the bathroom. He lowered his head and saw the little underwear in the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom. The desire he had just suppressed surged up again. Zhang Hao stared at the little underwear in the basket.
Inside, what appeared in front of his eyes were Song Ziting's smooth and straight thighs and perky little butt. It wasn't until the tent bulged under her lower abdomen that Zhang Hao shook his head vigorously and cursed in a low voice: Zhang Hao, please try your best.
Now is not the time! So I took a long step, walked under the shower head, quickly took off my clothes, and took a cold shower.
Song Ziting heard the sound of flushing water coming from the bathroom, and then slowly stretched out her little head. Because she had been covered in the quilt just now, her little face was red from holding in. She breathed the fresh air outside hard, thinking of just now
Embarrassed, she was still so ashamed that she patted her head regretfully, blaming herself for packing all her luggage when she ran away from home last time, and now she didn't even have a change of clothes. Song Ziting was depressed for a while, and heard something in the bathroom.
The sound of water suddenly stopped. Thinking that Zhang Hao would come out soon, Song Ziting quickly shrank her head, quickly lay back on the big bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Zhang Hao took a cold shower and felt much more comfortable. When he came out wrapped in pajamas, he saw that Song Ziting was already asleep on the bed. He couldn't help grinning. But in the blink of an eye, he saw Song Ziting's long hair was still wet, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.
He walked to the bedside and found a hair dryer, then slowly sat on the bedside to help Song Ziting blow her hair.
Song Ziting was pretending to sleep at this time. She felt that the big bed at the head of the bed suddenly sank in. She couldn't help feeling nervous. She clenched her fists tightly at her side. She was thinking that if Zhang Hao dared to make any further evil moves, she would
I quickly jumped up and gave him a fistful. But I didn't expect that after being tense for a long time, I found that Zhang Hao not only did not make any movements, but actually helped him blow his hair, and he also considerately turned off the sound of the hair dryer.
Down to the smallest, the movements are extremely gentle.
Song Ziting couldn't believe this was true, and a voice came out in her head and warned herself: It must be an illusion. This can't be the overbearing and carefree Zhang Hao, let alone the tough and bad-tempered Zhang Hao. But she felt Zhang Hao's gentleness
With such movements, Song Ziting felt an unknown emotion slip through her heart, and her whole body gradually warmed up.
She didn't know how long it took, but it seemed to Song Ziting that it was a century before Zhang Hao stopped what he was doing, then gently tucked himself in, then stood up and walked away.
Song Ziting felt that the unique masculine aura just now disappeared suddenly, and her tense body slowly relaxed. She breathed out gently, and heard a rustling sound coming from behind, followed by a bright sound.
The indoor lighting was turned off, and she dared to turn over gently, quietly opened her big eyes, and looked for Zhang Hao's tall figure in the darkness. When her eyes completely adapted to the darkness, Song Ziting finally
I found that Zhang Hao really spread a quilt on the floor and fell asleep as he promised himself in the afternoon.
Song Ziting could not clearly see Zhang Hao's expression at this time, but soon she heard Zhang Hao's even breathing. Song Ziting's wildly beating heart slowly calmed down, and soon she fell asleep sweetly.