Domineering CEO: Woman, please be responsible

When Song Qingtian went up with the coffee, Shen Xiangzhi was no longer at the desk.

He was wearing a white loose T-shirt, with his hands in his trouser pockets, standing in front of the window, quietly watching the scenery outside.

He just stood there casually, for some reason, he felt a little lonely.

Probably, he is a lonely person in his bones.

The room was very quiet, Song Qingtian did not dare to break the silence of the room.

She looked at the coffee in her hand, and walked softly to the window, "Shen Xiangzhi, your coffee."

Hearing Song Qingtian's voice, Shen Xiangzhi's drifting thoughts were pulled back.He turned his head to Song Qingtian.

His gaze was too hot, burning on Song Qingtian's body.

Song Qingtian was startled by his scorching gaze, and subconsciously took a step back.

Shen Xiangzhi didn't let her hide and hugged her.

"Ah!" Song Qingtian held coffee in his hand, and when Shen Xiangzhi hugged him like this, the coffee spilled out, and some spilled on Shen Xiangzhi's white T-shirt.

"I... I'll get you some clean clothes." Song Qingtian tried to hide in a panic.

Shen Xiangzhi still hugged her tightly and did not let go.

He freed up his left hand, took away the coffee in Song Qingtian's hand, put it on the countertop by the window sill, and held Song Qingtian tightly with his right hand.

Shen Xiangzhi's body was very hot, and his body reaction was more burning than his hot eyes.

Song Qingtian was very frightened and trembled a little.She is not an innocent person, she understands what he wants to do now.

Although she knew for a long time that this incident cannot be avoided after marriage, she also worked hard to build herself up psychologically, but... No, she really has no way to accept it.

"Shen Xiangzhi, don't...I...I'm not ready yet..."

Shen Xiangzhi ignored her. In silence, he seemed to hold her even tighter...

"Shen Xiangzhi..." Song Qingtian was really about to cry.

"Song Qingtian, I want to hug you."

Shen Xiangzhi said this sentence suddenly, which scared Song Qingtian into a daze.

He didn't wait for Song Qingtian to answer, and just hugged him into his arms like that.She didn't struggle.

He just hugged her quietly, didn't say anything, didn't do anything.

Song Qingtian gradually recovered from the tension.

Song Qingtian, I want to hug you...

How could she hear a bit of loneliness from this sentence.

Shen Xiangzhi buried his head on Song Qingtian's neck, and he felt very at ease when he smelled the smell from her body.

This kind of peace of mind was something he couldn't give himself.

Over the years, Shen Xiangzhi has worked very hard to make money. He thought that money could bring him a sense of security.However, now he has got everything, but he still can't give himself a sense of security.

Every late night, I stayed alone in Nuo Da's villa, and the surroundings were so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.He could hear his own heart beating, thumping, and he knew he was scared, scared, and cowardly.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he will think of 16 years ago...

16 years ago, that unrecallable nightmare...

"Song Qingtian, thank you."

Thank you for being willing to marry me, thank you for being willing to accompany me in my lonely life...

Shen Xiangzhi's lips pressed against Song Qingtian's skin, and the hot air he exhaled made Song Qingtian tremble all over.

She pushed him lightly, and called out in a low voice, "Shen Xiangzhi..."

Shen Xiangzhi hummed lightly.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the breathing of two people.

Song Qingtian felt that Shen Xiangzhi was very strange today, but his lonely appearance made her feel a little, a little distressed.

"Shen Xiangzhi, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingtian was no longer afraid, and let Shen Xiangzhi hold her.She felt that Shen Xiangzhi tonight was like a poor guy who couldn't find his mother.

Shen Xiangzhi remained silent, and the room was even quieter.

Shen Xiangzhi didn't intend to tell others about his wounds, he just hoped that when he was sad, he could have a hug to cuddle with.

As it is now, like this, it's fine, fine.