Vicious female partner doesn't want to do it anymore

When Song Mingzhi came to pick her up, Dong Ling held her face and recognized her for a long time.

"You are not my brother, who are you?"

Dong Ling muttered, she would not go with strangers.

"I'm Song Mingzhi."

Song Mingzhi let Dong Ling grope her face, looked at the three drunken girls, and kindly asked the waiter who came in together to put blankets on them all.

"Song Mingzhi?"

Dong Ling was a little puzzled, trying to figure out who this was in his mind, and then thought of it, he laughed.

"I know... your waist is so thin."

Song Mingzhi raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

021: […]

[Girl, do you know what you're talking about!Girl, wake up a little bit! 】

"It's so noisy..."

Dong Ling shook his head, trying to get rid of that annoying voice.

Song Mingzhi looked at the silent room, thinking that Dong Ling was really drunk.

She helped Dong Ling to leave, intending to send him back to Qingbai Xiaolou.

Dong Ling felt the movement of the car moving, and asked Song Mingzhi in a panic, "What time is it?"

"Twenty past eleven."

"No! I can't go home, I don't want to go home!"

Dong Ling's eyes widened and he was caught in a tangle.

If I go back at this point, I will definitely be told to death by my parents. It is better not to go home and say that I have stayed with my friends. If I go back, I will be caught.

Dong Ling expressed great resistance to going home. In front of Qingbai Xiaolou, when Song Mingzhi was going to help her get out of the car, she hugged the car door and refused to let go.

"Sister, if I don't go home, don't send me back, okay? I'll go to your house to sleep, okay?"

Dong Ling's hair was a little disheveled because of her movements, and the black hair stuck to her fair neck in the faint yellow streetlights looked like a vivid picture of warm colors.

Her face is clear and beautiful, with some inherent inclinations to approach, but the layer of thorns is almost melted by her expression, like being bitten into a piece of chocolate that reveals the creamy core inside, delicate and soft , It makes the tip of the tongue sweet.

021 closed his eyes hating iron and steel, this is not the tough guy style they should have as a bossy clan!At this time, you should directly pinch the other person's chin and say temptingly that you might as well sleep together!

Looking at the little girl playing a rascal in front of him, Song Mingzhi felt a little headache.

She was going to ring the doorbell to ask the people living inside to help the new little boss in, but she took a step before the clothes were caught.

"elder sister……"

Dong Ling tugged at the hem of Song Mingzhi's clothes, his misty eyes were filled with appeals.

Song Mingzhi felt a little itchy when she called her, like thin vines climbing out along the heart orifice, and the slight numbness brought by the budding in the process of growing.

"Get in the car."

Song Mingzhi flicked the little girl's head, there was really nothing she could do about it, she was the boss, she was the employee.

The moonlight disappears, and the sun rises on the branches.

Dong Ling woke up from the pain of a hangover. She pressed her temples and felt her head hurt like it was about to split open.

It took her half a minute to notice the strangeness of the surrounding environment. This was undoubtedly a simply furnished guest room, but she didn't remember being here.

She lifted the quilt that was pressing on her body, and saw the crumpled clothes she wore yesterday, and the smell of alcohol on her body made her a little unbearable.

021's voice sounded abruptly: [Girl, you finally woke up. 】

Dong Ling didn't open the door, and asked 021 strangely: 【Where am I? 】

021: [Song Mingzhi's house. 】

? ? ? ? ! ! !

Dong Ling was shocked: [Why am I here? 】

021: [Good question, you made the phone call yourself, mistook the person for your elder brother and insisted that someone come to pick you up, but she sent you back to the Qingbai Xiaolou, and you refused to leave while holding on to the car door, saying that you would suffer scolded, and then followed them home. 】

Following the description of 021, Dong Ling was a little bit impressed, feeling at a loss for a while.

People drink too much, it's all like this.

Dong Ling was concerned about other things: [Then, I didn't say anything I shouldn't have said, did I, did I go crazy with alcohol? 】

021: [No, you fell asleep like a pig when you came in, she put you on the bed and covered you with a quilt, and you slept till now. 】

As for boasting about someone's waist and hugging them and saying, 'My sister is so nice', that was something before, and it didn't belong to the host after asking, so there is no need to mention it.

Dong Ling was relieved, as long as she didn't get embarrassed, as a person who died every day after getting to know the system, she wanted to avoid embarrassing scenes as much as possible, because she couldn't live on another planet.

Dong Ling walked to the door, and felt a little flustered during the walk, so she fumbled in her pocket. After a few seconds, she looked at the bank card in her hand and fell into a daze.

Dong Ling's pupil asked in shock: [021, did I get drunk and go for the robbery? 】

Where did this bank card come from!She doesn't know it at all!

021 summed it up concisely: [Dong Nuo's, she gave it to you. 】

Dong Ling thought about it but couldn't recall it. She wondered if she was a young investment genius who could get things done when she was drunk?

She didn't think about it, anyway, it's a card from an acquaintance, so it's okay to talk about it later.

Dong Ling opened the door of the guest room, and saw Song Mingzhi sitting in the living room reading a book.

"There are toiletries and new clothes in the bathroom."

Song Mingzhi pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and solved what Dong Ling wanted to do most now.

Dong Ling nodded gratefully, went to the bathroom, and tidied himself up.

Dongling also noticed that the underwear is a sports style, so there is no need to worry about the cup mismatch. Song Mingzhi is really an angel on earth, so caring.

After washing, Dong Ling came out of the bathroom after blow-drying her hair until it was almost dry. Song Mingzhi was still reading, her posture unchanged.

She sharply saw the words on the title of the book, probably related to the performance, feeling Song Mingzhi's hard work in her heart, and said: "Miss Song, I'm sorry to trouble you yesterday."

She also wanted to call the other party 'Mingzhi'. Ms. Song always felt that this title was very unfamiliar, but she felt that 'Mingzhi' was too intimate.

"It's okay, I'm happy to serve my boss."

Song Mingzhi had a little smile on his brows, and when she said these words, it didn't make people feel too respectful or flattering, but rather humorous and light.

Song Mingzhi was still a little distracted thinking about it, compared to the title of 'Miss Song', the phrase 'sister' yesterday was more pleasant.

"I didn't make any jokes yesterday, did I?"

Dong Ling asked with some trepidation in his eyes, with a sense of uncertain embarrassment.

She really didn't remember at first, but 021 reminded her to let her know what she did yesterday, but she still had to pretend not to remember in front of Song Mingzhi.

If she doesn't remember, she won't be embarrassed, as long as she is not embarrassed, it will be someone else who is embarrassed!

The smile in Song Mingzhi's eyes deepened, and he said, "Your wine is very good."

Dong Ling somehow read something meaningful from her eyes, and when he went to search again, he disappeared without a trace.

Song Mingzhi stayed in Dongling for lunch, and Dongling also took a look at Song Mingzhi's house during this gap. The two things he had thought about yesterday came to fruition. also brought it up.

"Always calling Ms. Song seems a little strange. We have a good cooperative relationship and can be regarded as friends. Can I call you Mingzhi in the future? You can call me Lingling. Friends call me that."

Dong Ling exchanged intimate names very sincerely, and looked at Song Mingzhi's eyelashes.

"of course."

Song Mingzhi nodded happily, thinking casually, the title 'sister' still sounds nice.

Dong Ling was affirmed, felt that their relationship had taken a step forward, and left very excited.

It wasn't until she left the residential area that Dong Ling realized that she forgot to bring out the dirty clothes and left them at Song Mingzhi's house.

But she didn't care, it was just dirty clothes, Song Mingzhi just disposed of it.

Thinking of the task of investing in filming dramas issued by the system without a countdown, she started another day of working hard to raise a woman.

On the other side, Song Mingzhi also started punctual performance training.

"Your talent is very high, and your learning speed is also amazing. I can say that you are better than many children from majors. In addition to your appearance, it is certain that you will make a difference in the circle," said the nearly sixty-year-old The artist looked at Song Mingzhi's outstanding face, and sighed softly, "But you have a fatal flaw, which makes your performance look like a delicate puppet, lifeless."

"You are too rational, and you don't inject enthusiasm. This is destined to make you miss the soul of art. How can you do well in things you are not interested in?"

After the teacher finished teaching today's lesson, he left this sincere sentence and left.

Song Mingzhi thought about this sentence carefully on the spot, thinking about the word 'interest'.

She has been holding back in order to achieve her goal, and she can't remember how long it has been since she felt the emotions of 'love' and 'interest'.

Song Mingzhi thought for a moment, no, it's not completely absent.

Like some little girl who calls her sister when she's drunk, she takes great pleasure in teasing her, and takes a strange pleasure in it.