Chapter 42: Did you start dreaming before going to bed at night?

Damn it.
This woman was still provocative, and Ah Jian rolled up her sleeves to prove her dignity as a martial arts champion.
But Song Yanqing stopped him.
"Do you leave with a touch of your finger?"
Qiao Jin is just a girl, no matter how he will watch his bodyguard hit a girl.
Qiao Jin nodded: "Yes."
Just touch it and leave, absolutely no advantage.
Song Yanqing nodded: "Then you come up."
Another and the bodyguards: "..."
Ah Yu's voice is very miserable: "Don't you, Master, how can such a woman touch your noble body!! She doesn't even deserve to touch you with a single strand of hair!"
Qiao Jin carried his skirt and went upstairs, and by the way, he gave Ah Yu a sneer: "What age is it, are you acting in a Qing opera?"
Another: "..."
If A Yan knew her true identity, would she definitely say you or him? She would also be embarrassed to say others.
Qiao Jin went upstairs.
Song Yanqing's room was just like others, elegant and clean.
The furniture is in a very simple and elegant wooden style, with only the necessary modern facilities, and the style is close to the style of this room.
On the whole, Song Yanqing really looks like a real young master raised by a big family.
Elegant and noble, with others, not a world.
Song Yanqing sat on the rattan chair by the balcony and did not move.
Qiao Jin walked over, and Ah Yu followed her up, closely following her, his eyes were like radar, wishing to burn a hole in Qiao Jin's body.
Qiao Jin walked to Song Yanqing, and he slowly stretched out his left hand.
Slender and beautiful, white fingers with distinct joints, and a precious jade finger on his thumb.
Green and transparent, it is worthless at a glance, and is most suitable for such a person.
Wearing a thumb with a thumb is a symbol of power and power. Song Xiyin has high expectations for Song Yanqing. As long as there is nothing wrong with him, the Song family will only belong to Song Yanqing in the future.
Had he not found out that the person he saw on the sky bridge that day was Qiao Jin, he would not be like this.
He does not allow anyone to approach him.
But he wanted to know why this girl would be the only glimmer of light in that world.
Qiao Jin moved quickly, saying that a touch is a touch. The fingertips of Song Yanqing's index finger touched briefly, and she took it back.
There is no other feeling, it's like accidentally bumping into each other.
The only difference is that Qiao Jin's fingers are hot, and Song Yanqing's fingers are cold.
A Yan looked at Qiao Jin's fingertips, and almost cut it off.
The young master is defiled, the young master is defiled.
The young master was defiled by a woman.
He's dirty-bah!
Master purified this woman!
Qiao Jin felt the huge death, with a pleasant smile on his face, and said sincerely, "Thank you."
Song Yanqing nodded, "Is that all right?"
Qiao Jin: "Sure."
She glanced at Song Yanqing again, and felt that it was a pity that he died like this.
If she had been alive, the main materials of her backlash formation would not need to be so laborious.
It's just that she is not interested in managing other people's grievances.
If the Song family didn't find her, she wouldn't ask herself to be bored.
But taking it and leaving is not her style, she thought for a while, and said, "Maybe you will find me."
Song Yanqing was very dead. She knew he was going to die, but she couldn't understand his fate.
Before Song Yanqing could answer, Ah Jian was anxious: "Dreaming before going to bed at night?"