A quick journey to give birth, the male protagonist pampers and catches a beautiful woman

"As long as I have it."

Zhuang Ninghe never thought that she would guess it.

Ultimately it's because he's shy.

The admiring and obsessed look in her eyes just now made him feel ashamed, but he couldn't control his brain, always thinking...

Look again, something could easily happen.

"Who can Wan Cheng's friend be, the one named Chen?"

The smile in Zhuang Ninghe's eyes instantly disappeared, "No..."

She narrowed her eyes pretending to be distressed, "I've met a lot of people, but who knew you were looking at me secretly?"

"There is someone I will always see. He is my neighbor."

"Hey, my neighbor seems to be a teacher too, and you guys seem to be from the same school..."

"How about asking him?"

"Or are you him?"

"But I don't think my boyfriend can be so bad."

"You don't confess to me every day when we meet..."

As she spoke each word leisurely, Zhuang Ning Heben's calm expression changed unpredictably, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the skin of the black V-neckline.

The next second, the girl in the camera stood up, wearing a long white down jacket, wrapped like a rice dumpling.

"Where?"

"What do you think?" Lin Muqing returned the words to him and went out.

The video call was not hung up either.

Zhuang Ninghe's face changed slightly, a little helpless and impatient. He got up from the bed and put on his shoes in a hurry.

The bell rang outside.

If he had opened the door he would have actually seen it.

Just as the man was standing at the door hesitating, she heard her mutter, "It's so cold."

"Crack."

The door opened.

"You don't want to hide it from me even if you don't even put on any clothes?" She leaned against the door, her face flushed with cold and full of energy, and she looked at him with a look of surprise and genuineness.

That's it.

Zhuang Ninghe said nothing, his eyes darkened, and he held the down jacket on her shoulders and brought her in.

He quickly closed the door to block out the air conditioning outside.

He pulled her to the sofa in front of the stove and pushed her to sit down.

I saw her feet, wearing only a pair of white socks and furry shoes, holding her legs through her down jacket and moving them to the sofa.

The tall body bent down, looked at her lying flat on her back, and took the black coat placed on the sofa to cover her.

"Next time it's cold, don't go out, not even to the opposite door."

He didn't ask why, he just said a word of concern.

Lin Muqing lay on the sofa obediently, and the heat in the room gradually heated up.

"Boyfriend." She reached out and tugged at the hem of the man's nightgown who was about to turn around. The silk nightgown was very elastic.

She inadvertently used too much force, and Zhuang Ninghe seemed to have been tripped. He put his hands on the raised armrests of the leather sofa above her head.

He lowered his head and pinched her soft cheek through the gauze scarf, that's all.

"Huh? What do you want to say?"

Looking down, he became even more nervous.

"I want you to take off your mask." She gently touched the man's hand above her head.

Zhuang Ninghe closed his eyes and took it off, revealing a face with superior facial features. It was not as cold and indifferent as before, but had a helpless smile and gentleness under the care.

She smiled slightly and took off her scarf.

He asked: "How do you know it's mine?"

Lin Muqing said bluntly: "It must have been in the elevator one day. Your phone just rang when I sent a message, and then you just said that we always meet. I thought you were both teaching in the same place..."

Listening to her casual thoughts, Zhuang Ninghe carefully observed her delicate eyebrows.

In fact, I still haven't recovered from the encounter just now.

"You guessed it."

"But the reward...is only valid in the video."

There was a trace of slight lust in his eyes, but she still saw it.

It's like I just couldn't help but touch it through my down jacket or silk scarf.

He didn't touch her skin at all.

"Don't tell me sooner!"

Zhuang Ninghe stared at her, his eyes were pure darkness, and there was ambiguity mixed between the two of them.

"Well, I'll tell you earlier next time."

He straightened up quickly, putting his hands on the tie around his waist for fear of falling off.

Zhuang Ninghe turned around and sat on the coffee table, with his legs together and his nightgown lazily hanging down his calves. He faced the girl who suddenly sat up on the sofa and remained calm.

But he didn't expect her to stand up and hug him, snorting coldly, very unhappy.

"You're so cold, you don't look like a boyfriend when he sees his girlfriend, huh."

"I..." Zhuang Ninghe's legs sank as he sat on the coffee table, and his soft body wrapped in a down jacket sat up.

He should have reached out to hug her waist, but his hands were stiff.

Afraid of breaking the rules and afraid of making her unhappy.

"Okay, let's hug her. Don't be angry." He coaxed her in a low voice and held her in his arms through the down jacket.