Chapter 59: National Idol (29)

Su Jiu carefully observed Chu Zheng's expression, but disappointed him, Chu Zheng still had no waves, as if what he said just now was as plain to her as asking her what to eat.
"casual."
Su Jiu: "..."
What does it mean to agree? Or perfunct him?
"There is a room upstairs, pick it yourself." Chu Zheng got up: "Good night."
Su Jiu quickly stood up: "I'm scared, I sleep with you, I'm very obedient."
"You don't move?" This weak chicken is afraid that he has forgotten what he has done. Who gave him the courage to say so!
"..." When Su Jiu remembered the previous star challenge, he couldn't remember how he rolled over to her.
Su Jiu entangled Chuzheng, and Chuzheng got a headache because of the noise. When he went upstairs, he shut him in a room and locked it by the way.
Su Jiu patted the door and called her.
can not hear.
can not hear.
I can not hear.
Chuzheng meditated and quickly returned to the room.
Then came the calls that came in constantly, Chuzheng pinched him, so he should have collected his cell phone! Pay attention next time!
[Su Jiu: There is no quilt in the room. ]
Su Jiu sent text messages without answering the phone.
[Chu Zheng: Impossible. ]
The weak chicken wants to lie to her, no way!
[Su Jiu: Not really, you see. ]
Su Jiu posted a picture, and there is indeed no quilt on the bed in the room.
Chu Zheng thought about it, and went out to Su Jiu's room. She opened the door and Su Jiu was standing at the door with a blank and helpless face holding his mobile phone.
Chuzheng snatched away the phone and quickly closed the door: "Adjust the heating by yourself, it won't die."
Su Jiu stood in the room dumbfounded.
Is he locked up? !
He looked at the door, then at his empty hand-obviously yes.
He pressed his head against the door of the room, his expression frustrated.
No way!
He didn't even want to lock her up yet, why was he locked up instead?
Su Jiu turned his head to look at the windows. There is a platform under the windows on this floor, which is used as the decoration of the overall design of the villa, but this platform is connected with the adjacent rooms.
Su Jiu glanced down, lying alone in the snow underneath the quilt he had thrown down.
The cold wind blew in from outside the window, bitingly cold.
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Chuzheng came out of the shower and was about to go to bed, with a slight tapping sound from the next window.
The voice was extremely clear in a quiet environment.
Chuzheng fastened the belt of his pajamas, then opened the curtains, and Su Jiu was lying outside the window.
Chu Zheng: "..." Convinced! It seems you have to lock the window!
She unlocked the window and opened the window, and the cold wind poured in. Su Jiu's face was ugly with cold, and he looked at her pitifully.
The soft hair was thrown into a mess by the wind, as if it had been ravaged by someone.
Chu Zheng raised his hand and held his head: "You can tell me if you want to die."
I'm happy to help you get rid of you.
"I miss you."
Chu Zheng pressed his head with a serious face, a bit cold, not as comfortable as before.
"I'm going to fall." Su Jiu's hands trembled slightly, and she was about to lose her footing, she still pressed herself.
Chuzheng took his hand away from his head nonchalantly and stretched it out in front of him. Su Jiu immediately smiled and put his cold hand into her palm.
Chu Zheng yanked him in, and the ice-like Su Jiu fell into her arms. Chu Zheng held him with one hand and closed the window.
Su Jiu was cold all over, and his body was trembling slightly. Chu Zheng took him into the bathroom and gave him a bath with water.
"Aren't you driving me out?" Su Jiu asked her carefully, standing in front of the bathtub.
"I don't want the police to come to me for tea tomorrow."
After Chu Zheng finished speaking, he left the bathroom. The door of the bathroom was closed. Su Jiu leaned on the bathtub and laughed. He took off his clothes and went in to dispel the chill.
Chuzheng stood in front of the window and looked down. Not surprisingly, he saw the quilt in the snow with fresh snow falling on it. It is estimated that he will not see it tomorrow morning.
She stood silently for nearly a minute, drew the curtains, and went back to the bed to lie on her side and watched the New Year greetings from other people on the phone.
Just when she could see the gods, her warm body hugged her from behind, and the teenager's quiet voice sounded: "Mr. Gu, Happy New Year."
Chu Zheng rolled over and pushed away his hand, but the boy got into her arms along the way.
Chu Zheng: "..."
"Good night Mr. Gu."
Chu Zheng held the phone and paused for nearly three seconds, resting his palm on the boy's head, for the sake of his head...
Forget it.
If you don't care about weak chickens, you seem to have no tolerance.
Chuzheng comforted herself and continued to look at her cell phone. The young man breathed slowly, with his hands on her waist, and he was sleeping very well.
If this is a girl, she must be innocent.
Pity……
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Su Jiu was awakened by the sound of firecrackers. Firecrackers are not allowed in the city, but some people always follow the custom passed down for thousands of years.
Chuzheng was also noisy by the sound, and pulled the quilt on his head, trying to block the annoying sound.
Don't let you sleep well even if you sleep, it's annoying!
Su Jiu laughed and took the person into his arms, raising his hand to cover her ears.
The outside voice gradually stopped, Su Jiu glanced into his arms, the girl closed her eyes and pressed against his chest.
Su Jiu's breathing was slightly stagnant, and her fingers slipped from her ears to her cheeks, stopping at the corners of her mouth.
He loosened a little, lowered his head slowly, the tip of his nose touched the tip of the girl's nose, his breathing blended, and the lips were only two centimeters apart.
Pounding--
Su Jiu heard his heart beating quickly.
Su Jiu looked at the person close at hand, his heart turned, closed his eyes, and pressed the pink lips.
As soft as he imagined, like cotton, the unique fragrance of girls attacked his brain, and every pore seemed to be trembling.
Su Jiu only dared to kiss him, like a thief, quickly withdrew, his heartbeat thunderous, and he didn't even dare to look at the person in his arms.
He didn't know when Chu Zheng would wake up, so he lay down holding her for a while and got up and went downstairs.
When Chu Zheng got up, Su Jiu had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for her.
"You don't need to do this." Chu Zheng said.
Su Jiu poured milk for her, and happily answered, "I'm willing to make breakfast for you... Mr. Gu thinks I'm not good at it?"
He showed a look of anxiety, as if facing major events in life.
"……very good."
Su Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and sat across from Chu Zheng.
When Chuzheng swiped his phone, news of Aite kept popping up.
Such situations often happen, and Chuzheng didn't care. Unexpectedly, when I clicked my finger, I accidentally clicked on the top of the screen and clicked in.
Chuzheng's fingers paused slightly, raising his eyes to look across.
"Su Jiu?"
Su Jiu raised his head and smiled at her.
"You sent this?" Chu Zheng turned his phone to him.
On the screen of the phone, there is a microblog with pictures and texts.
Su Jiu V: New Year gift. [Picture]
The picture shows hands shaking. Chuzheng can still recognize his paws. She has no impression of this photo. It must have been secretly taken by Su Jiu this morning.
Su Jiu stood up quickly, looking for his phone in a panic: "I...I will delete it."
Chu Zheng looked at him for a few seconds, dropped his phone, and said, "Forget it."
It’s been a long time since the screenshots have been taken. What's the use of deleting them?