Zhang Hao was already so angry that he became even more angry when he saw Song Ziting's appearance. He not only ignored Song Ziting's words, but also quickly took off his pants. Looking at Song Ziting's nervous little face, Zhang Hao grinned and said: "
What do you think I will do?
Or what do you expect me to do?! Go to the back seat and bring me some clean pants!"
Song Ziting felt that she was so frightened by Zhang Hao's actions that her whole body was stiff. Seeing that Zhang Hao was only wearing underwear, Song Ziting even forgot to breathe. It was not until she heard Zhang Hao's words that she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.
, obediently went to the back seat to get clean pants, and then threw them to Zhang Hao, while he stood outside the car with a red face and panted.
Zhang Hao took the pants angrily, and when he saw Song Ziting's red face and slightly swollen lips from being kissed by him just now, and wearing only underwear, he felt a rush of heat all over his body. "Damn it, I can't do this.
Are you going to react?" Zhang Hao quickly grabbed his pants and put them on to avoid being discovered by Song Ziting and become even more embarrassed. Thinking that he had just been spit on by Song Ziting, Zhang Hao gradually calmed down the desire that emerged in his heart, and then opened the car window.
, the night wind quickly swept away the smell of vomit. Zhang Hao raised his eyes and looked at Song Ziting who was still standing on the roadside with her eyes open. Although she was wrapped tightly, she still seemed to be a little cold from the wind.
He said slowly: "If you don't want to freeze to death on the street, get in the car!"
When Song Ziting heard Zhang Hao's cold voice, she turned around and glanced at Zhang Hao secretly. She saw that Zhang Hao had already put on his pants, then got into the car, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of the expensive clothes thrown on the roadside.
, Song Ziting was stunned for a moment and then asked: "What about...the clothes...the clothes?"
"What can I do? Cold salad, are you planning to pack them back?!" Zhang Hao was vomited all over by Song Ziting. He was already very depressed. Now that Song Ziting mentioned it like this, it was like re-demonstrating what had just happened to him.
Zhang Hao naturally spoke in a bad tone and did not give Song Ziting a chance to react. He rolled up the window and stepped on the accelerator. However, this time Zhang Hao did not drive the car very fast.
Song Ziting looked at the expensive suit fading away in the rearview mirror, and whispered quietly: "Prodigal son!" Then she slowly leaned on the back seat and stopped making any sound. But suddenly she remembered that she had already been in the bag for a long time.
After drafting the agreement, Song Ziting paused, sat up straight, turned to face Zhang Hao's dark face and said, "I have something to show you, please find a place where we can talk!"
Zhang Hao didn't say anything after listening to Song Ziting's words, but the car drove towards the Royal Club where he often went. Soon he arrived at the destination. Zhang Hao got out of the car with a sullen face and silently, and threw the car keys to the greeter.
The waiter came up and walked over to the club.
Song Ziting knew this place. She had been here several times under the guidance of her brother. This place requires a membership card. No one can enter without a card. But just a card requires five or more zeros. Song Ziting
I just felt that they were really luxurious. But it seemed that Zhang Hao was a frequent visitor here, and even his car had a dedicated parking space. Song Ziting curled her lips: He really is a prodigal who knows how to enjoy life! But when she looked up, she saw that Zhang Hao had already started.
As soon as he entered the club, he quickly grabbed his small bag and followed. Fortunately, the people at the door saw that Song Ziting had come with Zhang Hao. Although they were unfamiliar, they didn't dare to stop her.
Song Ziting chased Zhang Hao all the way to a private room on the second floor. Zhang Hao opened the door and entered the private room, and Song Ziting followed closely. However, when Song Ziting opened the door and entered, she saw Zhang Hao standing beside the sofa in the private room.
On the table, he elegantly picked up the watch on his wrist, and then began to unbutton his shirt.
Song Ziting stood at the door, still holding the door handle with her little hand, and froze as she moved one foot in and out. Her brain told her that she should exit the private room, but her feet did not obey the instructions. Until she finished unbuttoning and threw the shirt on
Zhang Hao, who was sitting on the sofa, turned around and approached the door, and said with a cold face: "Come in, close the door!" Song Ziting looked at the wheat-colored solid chest in front of her, walked into the room blankly, and closed the door. But Song Ziting immediately
I realized something was wrong, so I quickly turned around and grabbed the door handle again.
"Stop! Don't you have something to talk to me about? I hope you can think of what you want to talk about before I come out!" When Zhang Hao saw Song Ziting turning her head to run away, he knew that this girl must have been frightened by him. It seemed like punishment.
His goal had been achieved, so he shouted to stop Song Ziting who was about to escape, then turned around and strode into the bathroom in the private room, and then the sound of a shower came from the bathroom.
Song Ziting leaned on the door panel and let out a long sigh of relief. What was swaying in front of her eyes was Zhang Hao's wheat-colored chest. "Damn it, Song Ziting, what are you thinking about? It's not like you haven't seen him before. You even saw his bare butt when he was a child.
What else is there to be shy about?" Song Ziting reached out and patted her hot face, then grabbed the bag in her arms, strode to the sofa, and sat down on it: "Let's talk, what's the big deal?
!" He reached out and took out the agreement in his bag and spread it on the coffee table.
When Zhang Hao came out in his pajamas, he saw Song Ziting and stared at the page of dense words on the coffee table. Zhang Hao hummed, grabbed a towel and wiped his hair, and walked over slowly.
Song Ziting sat down on the sofa opposite: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
When Song Ziting heard Zhang Hao's voice coming from the opposite side, she realized that Zhang Hao had already taken a shower and came out. So she raised her face and prepared to talk to Zhang Hao seriously, but Song Ziting suddenly
When she looked up, she saw that Zhang Hao was only wearing loose pajamas, with a belt tied casually around his waist, and water dripping from his short, fresh hair. Song Ziting felt her breath suffocate, and her little heart began to pound uncontrollably.
Wow, what a picture of a beautiful man taking a bath. It wasn't until she saw Zhang Hao's thick black eyebrows frowning slightly that Song Ziting regained her composure, quickly grabbed the agreement on the coffee table, and pushed it in front of Zhang Hao.
"Here, this is the agreement I have drawn up. If you agree, then we will sign and pledge it. You are not allowed to go back on it. If you don't sign, I will not marry you!" Song Ziting calmed down and stopped looking at Zhang.
Hao, I felt a lot more confident now. I finished speaking in one breath and looked at Zhang Hao proudly with my head raised.
"Okay, you've negotiated terms with me, let me see what you can do?!" Zhang Hao thought to himself, looking up at Song Ziting's stubborn face, he couldn't help but grin slightly,
He reached out and grabbed the agreement and actually read it properly: First, after getting married, no unnecessary physical contact is allowed. Unnecessary? Zhang Hao looked up and down and saw that it was wrapped tightly, and he couldn't see anything.
The curvaceous Song Ziting snorted coldly and continued reading from the first point. Second: After getting married, you are not allowed to interfere in each other's private affairs. Third, you are not allowed to make personal attacks. Fourth, you must remain financially independent. Third
5. The marriage period is one year...
Zhang Hao looked down one by one, but towards the end Zhang Hao's brows furrowed more and more tightly, until finally his beautiful brows were completely knitted together, then he raised his head and said to Song Ziting: "What do you mean by the last one?
What do you mean you can't have weird and special exhibitionism?!" It was obvious that this last item was just added, and the handwriting was not dry yet.