Zhang Hao held Song Ziting in his arms and flashed through his mind the figure of Lu Yang holding Song Ziting's hand happily standing in front of the stage during the literary competition. He thought of Lu Yang holding a large bouquet of roses and looking at Song Ziting lovingly.
, and then boldly expressed his affection for Song Ziting, Zhang Hao felt angry: Damn brat, you even showed your love in public! Song Ziting, you are really capable! Did you miss something because you were absent for a week?! Thinking of this, Zhang Hao
He was even more depressed, so as soon as the car stopped, before Song Ziting could get up, Zhang Hao got out of the car first, and then without giving Song Ziting a chance to react, he lowered his head and hugged Song Ziting sideways.
Song Ziting was picked up by Zhang Hao again, and she couldn't help but start to struggle. Just now she had to pretend to be faint, but now that she was awake, she couldn't let Zhang Hao hold her like this, not to mention that she was fine at all! When she looked up, she saw the man coming towards her.
Mrs. Zhang and Song Ziting blushed like a tomato, reaching out to push Zhang Hao: "You... what are you doing? I can leave by myself! Put me down quickly!" Song Ziting was only focused on struggling and did not notice Zhang Hao at this time.
His face became ugly.
"You're not feeling well, it would be better for me to carry you in!" Zhang Hao ignored Song Ziting's struggle and had no intention of letting go of Song Ziting. Instead, he directly picked up Song Ziting and walked towards Mrs. Zhang who was coming towards her.
"Haozi, you're back. What's wrong with... Ziting?" Mrs. Zhang was originally very happy to see Zhang Hao come back from the United States, but when she saw Song Ziting in Zhang Hao's arms, she immediately became anxious.
"That...grandma..." Song Ziting saw Mrs. Zhang approaching from a distance, and hurriedly struggled to get up to say hello, but as soon as she raised her head, she was pushed into his arms by Zhang Hao. Then Song Ziting heard Zhang Hao's arms.
Hao said to Mrs. Zhang: "Grandma, Tingting is a little dizzy. I'll take her back upstairs to rest for a while and she'll be fine!"
"Grandma is scared to death. Haozi, please carry Tingting up to rest. If she feels really uncomfortable, I'll ask your Uncle Chu to come over!" Mrs. Zhang put all her attention on Song Ziting and didn't pay attention.
He noticed Zhang Hao's ugly expression, so he nodded after hearing Zhang Hao's words. His expression softened a little, but he was still worried.
"Milk..." Song Ziting heard their conversation and struggled to get up to explain that she was fine at all, but as soon as she spoke, Zhang Hao pushed her back again, leaving no chance to speak. Just as Song Ziting was about to struggle secretly
Suddenly, she felt Zhang Hao's head leaning towards her little face, and then she heard Zhang Hao's voice next to her ear: "If you move again, I can't guarantee whether I will send you back again."
Come to the venue or do something to you now!" Song Ziting heard Zhang Hao's words and thought of the experience of being forcibly kissed by Zhang Hao. As expected, she didn't dare to move anymore, and then she lay in Zhang Hao's arms obediently, just taking advantage of the opportunity.
When Zhang Hao wasn't paying attention, Song Ziting gave Zhang Hao's handsome face a big roll of her eyes, and pinched Zhang Hao's newly healed arm hard.
After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he saw that Song Ziting was no longer moving. Although he felt the pain in his arm, he still raised his head and said calmly to Mrs. Zhang: "Grandma, it's not that serious. She will be fine after taking a rest!"
Then when Mrs. Zhang nodded, Zhang Hao narrowed his eyes and strode towards the second floor.
As soon as he entered the bedroom, Zhang Hao threw Song Ziting directly on the bed. He lifted up his shirt and saw that there were faint bruises on his arms. Zhang Hao's anger became even greater: You Song Ziting, other men.
You feel so happy when I hold your hand, but you dare to pinch me when I hold you!
At this time, Song Ziting was rubbing her butt that was numb from the jolt. She felt angry when she thought that she had fallen to the ground first, and now was thrown on the bed by Zhang Hao for no reason. Fortunately, the bed had a thick mattress, otherwise
Her butt was definitely going to bloom. So Song Ziting quickly got up from the bed, raised her head and looked at Zhang Hao with big eyes: "You... what are you doing?! Why do you throw me?!"
Zhang Hao looked at Song Ziting's raised little face, and the scenes from the artistic competition at the venue flashed before his eyes. He couldn't help but feel angry, so he suddenly leaned forward and pressed Song Ziting tightly against the bedside, and then
He reached out and pinched Song Ziting's chin, forcing Song Ziting to look at him: "Aren't you dizzy? I think you seem to be in good spirits!"
"I'm... I was dizzy just now." Although Song Ziting noticed that Zhang Hao's face was ugly at this time, she just didn't want to follow Zhang Hao's wishes, so she continued to talk back with a raised face.
"Dizziness? Humph! I saw you were really good when you were dancing!" Zhang Hao's eyes turned blood-red when he saw that Song Ziting was still speaking harshly.
"I faint when I am happy. It's none of your business. Why should you care about me? Go away, I want to rest!" Song Ziting said and reached out to pull Zhang Hao's arm, trying to push Zhang Hao away.
"Why? Why am I your husband!" Zhang Hao heard Song Ziting's words and was so angry that he tightened his hands. When he heard Song Ziting's pain, he relaxed his hands slightly, but suddenly he heard something in his ears.
Song Ziting still said harshly: "You are not my husband, we just signed an agreement!" Finally, she narrowed her eyes and said fiercely to Song Ziting: "I don't care about any bullshit agreement, you are my Zhang Hao.
Woman!" Then he lowered his head and kissed Song Ziting's small mouth. Originally it was just anger, but when he touched Song Ziting's soft lips, Zhang Hao could no longer control it, and all the desire in his body was awakened in an instant.
After not seeing her for a week, Zhang Hao's mind was completely filled with Song Ziting.
"Well..." Song Ziting was frightened by Zhang Hao's sudden kiss. She reacted and reached out to push Zhang Hao away, but Zhang Hao didn't move at all, but her little mouth was turned upside down, and her mouth was full.
Filled with Zhang Hao's faint scent, Song Ziting stretched out her little hand and waved it vigorously in desperation, and suddenly accidentally slapped Zhang Hao's handsome face.
This slap undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, making Zhang Hao, who was already angry, completely red-eyed. Zhang Hao reached out and touched his burning face, and when he lowered his head, he saw the black T-shirt on Song Ziting's body out of the corner of his eye. He thought
On the stage, Song Ziting and Lu Yang were dancing closely. They couldn't help but feel angry. They raised their hands and pulled the T-shirt on Song Ziting. Suddenly, with a sneer, the originally intact T-shirt was torn apart by the two people.