Chapter 63 A Meal

The 2-meter square bed may be the perfect size specially set by Jinyu Pavilion for those honeymooners, which ensures that they will not roll down horizontally and vertically. At this moment, Zhao Qing is a little dull looking at the box of Durex on the bedside table and her face turns red.

The main color of the room is still cherry pink. Pan Hongsheng gave Zhao Qing to ** and took out disposable slippers from the door. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and squatted down gently.

"No, I can change it myself!" Looking at Pan Hongsheng's movements, Zhao Qing exclaimed in her heart and said quickly that so far, no man has been able to touch her seductive thighs and beauty. Feet, and all this seems to be an exception today.

"I'll do it. Your feet are still swollen." Pan Hongsheng, who ignored Zhao Qing's powerless reaction and didn't even see any sign of resistance, shook his head, held her ankle with his left hand, gently took off his high heels with his right hand, and suddenly a delicate foot appeared in front of Pan Hongsheng.

I have to say that it is really the first time that Pan Hongsheng has been in such a close contact with a woman's feet, and it is such a beautiful and attractive foot. A woman's body is like this, not just the chest and buttocks. When the feet are beautiful to a certain extent, it will also make men have a primitive impulse. Obviously, Zhao Qing's feet are beautiful enough. This realm.

Of course, Pan Hongsheng is not a foot fetish. After looking at it with infatuation, he sniffed it. When he smelled a little vanilla, there was a strange smile on his face and glanced at Zhao Qing.

He was first hugged by a man, and then his thighs were touched. Now he is holding his feet and smelling it again. Even a goddess may have some thoughts in his heart. When Zhao Qing, who has been alive for eight years, felt all this again, the impulse that had been suppressed for eight years broke out in an instant.

Her face turned red. Zhao Qingqiang endured the spring between her eyebrows and looked at Pan Hongsheng darkly again. It seemed that she wanted to write down the man's gentleness, as if she was also feeling the man's carefulness to herself.

"Maybe this is where he is really charming. The charm of a gentle man is infinite. Maybe, I will fall in and forget him. Maybe..." Zhao Qing was thinking nonsense alone. At this time, Pan Hongsheng had put Zhao Qing's high heels at the door, and then sat on the chair beside the bed and looked at Zhao Qing.

"Are you here before lunch?" Pan Hongsheng looked at Zhao Qing and asked. The two of them also knew a little about the past while chatting all the way. Pan Hongsheng had some reservations, but Zhao Qing knew everything. Maybe she felt that she owed the other party, or maybe she didn't know why.

"I haven't eaten yet." Zhao Qing nodded and put on disposable slippers to try to walk. Dai frowned slightly and seemed to feel a little pain.

"Then I'll order and ask them to deliver it!" Pan Hongsheng looked at Zhao Qing's movements. After saying something, he turned around and looked at the little girl who looked at the two people and said, "Lin Xiali, right? Tell me what you want to eat!"

"Me?" Lin Xiali pointed to her nose with an unbelievable expression and said, "My brother never asks me what I eat and always eats, so it doesn't matter!"

Pan Hongsheng was speechless and ordered the meal directly. That little hooligan with a halo is really fucking good. He doesn't even care about what his sister eats. After all, he is a big child.

Zhao Qing, who heard these words, was slightly dissatisfied with Pan Hongsheng, as if she felt that such a lovely girl should not be treated like this.

Of course, the two of them still don't know the misunderstanding.

After a toss, it was now in the afternoon. Pan Hongsheng knew that he could not go back. He took advantage of going out to get some air and went to the front desk and called Lin Hongyi. He told him that he would go there tomorrow and now he had something to do. Then he saw Haagen-Dazs, who had queued up for 15 minutes and bought three ice creams before returning. Back to the room.

When Pan Hongsheng returned to the room, he was shocked by Zhao Qing, who opened the door.

At this moment, Zhao Qing had just come out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe in the hotel. A gap in her chest and half of her calves were exposed, with some drops of water on her face, which looked like water coming out of hibiscus.

Moreover, because of removing makeup, Zhao Qing does not look dusty at this moment. Instead, she is as beautiful as a gorgeous woman, with a mature and charming temperament in her bones.

With her eyelashes trembling slightly, Zhao Qing opened the door and saw Pan Hongsheng looking at herself in a daze. A strange feeling flashed in her heart and she hurried to the bedside.

The strange feeling seems to be the long-lost shyness and unspeakable happiness.

For eight years, no one has noticed that her body has been looked at with that green eyes again. This feeling is really good. It seems that even she feels back to her first love eight years ago.

Of course, it's not that Zhao Qing hasn't been seen by strange men in the past eight years, but that there is no man who can make her remember to see her.

"I bought you ice cream. Eat it quickly." Pan Hongsheng put Haagen-Dazs on the TV table, looked at the table full of dishes, and directly picked up the chopsticks and waited for the meal.

"Brother, you are so kind!" Lin Xiali, who was beside her, shouted happily, picked up a box of ice cream and sat on the table, eating slowly with a small spoon. Zhao Qing also quickly sat on the chair, holding chopsticks in her hand, and quietly looked at Pan Hongsheng.

This feeling is really good.

It's like a family of three eating together. After the man came home, the woman and his daughter were already waiting, and then the three of them ate together. Although this table was not cooked by her, Zhao Qing has been longing for this scene for a long time.

Unconsciously, Zhao Qing's eyes were a little trance, as if the man in front of her was her husband.

"Eat it quickly!" Pan Hongsheng smiled awkwardly and then picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork, and this smile was so gentle in Zhao Qing's eyes.

"Hmm." With a light hum, Zhao Qing picked up the chopsticks and ate absent-mindedly, but her eyes had been looking at Pan Hongsheng, and at the same time, she kept struggling.

She seemed to find that after less than a day of contact, she fell in love with this man inconceivable. It looked like a fantasy, but it seemed so realistic in her.

After eight years of grievances, the life that no one cares about, the frozen heart seems to be so vulnerable in front of Pan Hongsheng, and just a look becomes fragmented.

What about your own reserved? What about self-love?

She was wondering whether she should spend the spring night with Pan Hongsheng tonight, whether to forget the man after the absurdity, or to spend the night quietly alone, and then keep the man firmly in mind.

Maybe it's...

Zhao Qing shivered and sighed sadly. What might it be?