The big brother's little dick is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 194 Chapter 192
It was an hour's journey, but it took almost two hours to reach Jinyuan.

Song Ning was wrapped up like a newborn baby, and was carried upstairs by the man.

Steward Zhang smelled a strong smell of alcohol and asked, "Sir, do you want to prepare hangover soup?"

"no need."

Yan Yan pushed open the door of the girl's room, then raised his foot to close it, and locked the door with one hand.

Perhaps it was because of drinking, Song Ning's body temperature was very high, and the room was well heated, so she frowned and pushed off the coat that was still covering her body. .

Yan Yan only kept the warm lamp by the bed, and seeing that the little girl was too dry, she went to the bathroom to get a towel and wiped her face.

The icy cold touch was very comfortable, Song Ning opened her eyes in a daze, closed them after seeing someone, and muttered softly: "Brother..."

"Brother is here."

Yan Yan raised the temperature a little more, hugged Song Ning, and restrained her with his big hands to prevent her from falling out of bed.

Taking advantage of her just waking up, Yan Yan called her in a low voice: "Ning Ning? Are you thirsty?"

Standing up suddenly, Song Ning patted her head uncomfortably, she looked cute, rubbed her scarlet eyes, saw that the person holding her was Yan Yan, opened them and closed them again.

The little furry head was buried in the hollow of his strong shoulder, sniffing the pleasant fragrance of his body, calling his name over and over again tirelessly: "Yan Yan...brother..."

"Ning Ning give brother a kiss, okay?"

Yan Yan lifted her head, and Song Ning took advantage of the situation to rest her face in the socket of his hand, like a confused kitten begging for comfort.

"it is good."

Song Ning seemed to wake up, she suddenly raised her head, put her soft little hands on his shoulders, and slowly approached him.

Yan Yan had already planned today to turn the drunk and confused Song Ning around.

Song Ning was vaguely annoyed, and directly fought back, with the sweet smell of blood overflowing from her cavity.

Yan Yan pinched her little face amusedly, shifted his focus to her earlobe, and watched the little girl's reaction like an irritated wild cat with great interest.

"Do you like brother?"

Song Ning was taught to be very obedient, she nodded, "I like it..."

The orange warm lamp on the bedside shone on the girl's fair skin, making it even more flawless and soft.

The darkness in Yan Yan's eyes became more and more intense, and he left his own imprint on his beloved baby.

Song Ning fell asleep until noon the next day, with a splitting headache and a drowsy head. She clutched her heavy head and went into the bathroom.

When I brushed my teeth, apart from my mouth being very sore and my hands feeling very sore, there was nothing unusual about it.

Does the current wine still affect my mouth and hands?
Song Ning was suspicious, took the clothes and went to wash.

Butler Zhang prepared the hangover soup the next day, waiting for Yan Yan's instructions.

It was a very strange day, none of the people upstairs came down. After waiting for a long time, the man came down from upstairs, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Sir, the hangover soup is still ready. If Ms. Song doesn't go downstairs again, I'm afraid it won't be so fresh."

Yan Yan looked upstairs and said slowly, "Give me the hangover soup."

He didn't return to his bedroom until almost three o'clock in the morning last night, probably because he was too tired.

This hangover soup should always be fed by myself.

Song Ning felt that besides being a little dizzy, she couldn't lift her hands.

Now there is quite a word to describe it: weak.

Winter is very dry, and Song Ning's skin is a little dry. Sitting on the dressing table, she didn't even have the strength to unscrew the skin care products.

He let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the heavy snow that was still flying outside the window, so he ignored the soreness on his wrist.

Suddenly, the shoulders sank, and the fluffy coat was draped over her body. Looking at the person, Song Ning frowned delicately: "I don't want to get drunk anymore. After drinking, I feel like I'm going to a place overnight. It’s like hoeing the ground.”

"It seems that today's sketch cannot be drawn."

Yan Yan's eyebrows and eyes were deep, with a star-studded smile, he held her hand and asked her to sit, scooped up the warm hangover soup, and said in a gentle voice, "When you want to drink, brother will accompany you to drink, if you don't want to drink , we will not drink."

She can drink this wine only when he is around.

Song Ning sipped the hangover soup he fed, and nodded: "It's snowing a lot today, I'll send a notice later to give the company people a half-day off, so they can take a good rest at home."

"Do you want your brother to accompany you at home?"

Song Ning shook her head: "You don't need to accompany me, you can do your work if you want to."

After finishing speaking, Song Ning rubbed her wrist subconsciously. Seeing this, Yan Yan stretched out his hand to hold her wrist and gently massaged it: "Sore hands?"

"Have a good rest at home today, and don't do any work except eating."

Yan Yan settled everything and left Jinyuan after several instructions.

After he left, Song Ning nestled on the sofa in the living room, watching the latest news. Butler Zhang brought in a courier from outside and handed it to her: "Miss Song, is this your courier?"

"My courier?"

Song Ning took it and looked at the courier slip. There was no delivery address on it, but it was a city and county far away, and the person who signed for it was her own name.

Recently, she didn't buy anything, but the courier in front of her was her own.

Song Ning nodded and said softly, "Thank you, this is mine."

After Butler Zhang went to work, Song Ning opened the express delivery, which contained a few photos.

The first is the arrest of the suspect whose parents died.

The second one is Yan Yan meeting the grandmother of the wonton shop.

The third is the scene of the car accident the day before yesterday.

The fourth is a photo of Yan Yan and Chu Yuan present at the suburban explosion scene.

Song Ning looked at these photos in a daze, and after putting them away, she went to Butler Zhang: "Did the person who delivered the courier see who it was?"

"Jinyuan's courier is delivered by a specialist, and when the courier arrives at the designated place, the specialist will pick it up."

Steward Zhang sensed something was wrong from Song Ning's slightly nervous expression, and asked, "Miss Song, do you need me to check?"

Song Ning shook her head, with a serious expression on her face: "No need."

Yan Yan knew all these things, and now that the photos were sent to her, it was useless to check people now.

I don't know what that person's intention is, is he trying to use those photos to arouse her suspicion of Yan Yan?
Or do you want to scare her?

Thinking of this, Song Ning stopped thinking about it.

She, trust Yan Yan.

Song Ning destroyed the photos, but the matter still reached Yan Yan's ears.

"I didn't want to hide it from you." Yan Yan stared at the girl's face, looking straight at her, with a tired look between his brows: "You will understand these things naturally in the future."

Song Ning's face was sullen, her eyelashes drooped, and she looked in a bad mood.

Yan Yan raised her face, caressed it lightly, the worry in his brows and eyes showed: "They are all from my family."

(End of this chapter)