just kiss me

Chapter 133 Hot Spring Tour
Xing Shao was silent.

After a while, he hung up the phone, looked up and glanced at the cinema hall, saw the girl standing outside the hall door waiting for him with her hands in her hands, and walked over quickly.

"Are you willing to come out?" Song Miao walked towards the elevator.

Xing Shao took two quick steps and took her hand, "Walk slowly, go shopping for a while and then go home."

Song Miao looked at him sideways, and dropped his eyes to the hands they were holding. Feeling a little cold, he took his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

Xing Shao tightened her hand, put it in his pocket, and led her into a jewelry store in a leisurely manner.

"What to buy?" Song Miao glanced at the diamond jewelry, and his eyes fell on a set of round pearl jewelry.

In just a second, she looked away.

"It's a good deal to get 8000 off when you spend 200. Look, you should also have some jewelry you like."

Song Miao: "..."

"How about this?" Xing Shao pointed to a stacked ring surrounded by colored diamonds.

One by one, thinly.

Simple and chic.

Song Miao stretched out the thin hand hidden in the pocket, and handed it to his eyes, "Try?"

Xing Shao nodded, took the ring from the shopping guide and put it on her middle finger.

"not bad."

Song Miao frowned, looked at the shopping guide, "Swipe your card."

The shopping guide immediately beamed with joy, and took off the ring on Song Miao's hand to swipe the card to pay.

In a small episode, Song Miao had an extra bag in his hand.

The two of them had nothing to say. When they got home, Song Miao put down the bag and went to take a bath. After taking a bath, he packed up the things to go to the hot spring the next day, and slept under the quilt by himself.

Xing Shao didn't accompany her that night.

……

The next day, New Year's Eve.

It was snowing in the capital, and the temperature was low in the morning. Song Miao felt a little pain all over her body. She changed into a thick sweater and wrapped herself tightly before going downstairs.

Xing Shao had already made breakfast, and seeing that she was wearing such thick clothes, he pulled someone along and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately."

Xing Shao frowned lightly, rubbed her hair and said nothing.

Yunshui Town has been developed recently, and the old street in the past has a strong commercial atmosphere. Song Miao didn't like it very much. When the car passed by the inn where they lived before, she patted Xing Shao's arm and said, "I remember we had a photograph."

"At home." Xing Shao held her hand and exhaled gently into her palm, "I bought a Soviet-style courtyard here before, and put it there."

Song Miao frowned: "Where are Ji Shili and Lu Zheng's?"

"It's dealt with." His voice was soft, very indifferent.

Song Miao clicked her tongue, told the driver to stop, put on the mask and pulled him out of the car, "It's still early, let's walk to the hotel."

"It's cold." Xing Shao disagreed.

"Can't you lead me around?" Song Miao was a little annoyed, this man is really not good at all, "If you are so bad, I will really change."

She took out her hand and walked straight to the wet commercial street.

Xing Shao froze on the spot, hurriedly caught up with the man and wrapped him in his arms, gradually tightening the hand around her waist.

"You don't love me anymore." Song Miao complained in a low voice in his arms, "You haven't loved me for many years."

Xing Shao bowed, buried his head into her side neck, and his scorching breath puffed into her cool side neck.

"Amyu..."

Song Miao leaned into his arms, feeling cold, her cold little hands touched the corner of his clothes, and got in to keep warm.

Xing Shao embraced her body in his arms, his slightly cool lips fell along her ears to between her eyebrows.

"Amyu, can I love you?"

Song Miao hummed softly.

Xing Shao bent his lips, took her troublesome little hand and stuffed it into his pocket, "Then you have to be obedient and start drinking the medicine given by Grandpa Lou, otherwise it won't hurt you."

"Old man Lou is too cruel, too bad to drink." Song Miao frowned when he heard the medicine, "Don't drink it."

"Song Miao." Xing Shao felt that she had been very stubborn recently, and she didn't have the soft-eared temper before, so he stopped and bowed, "Don't leave if you don't drink, come up."

Song Miao obediently jumped on his back, wrapped his arms around his neck and yawned, "Do you want a child?"

Xing Shao's footsteps faltered, "No."

He weighed her body up, and told her in a warm voice, "I've been raising her for several months, why haven't I grown any flesh yet?"

"I don't have meat?" Song Miao rubbed against his neck, found a comfortable place, closed his eyes and murmured, "The dog bit me."

Xing Shao stopped walking, took her hand and patted her butt, "I'm still shy at the age of 17, but now I don't look like a girl at all."

"Oh..." The ending sound was drawn out, lazy and delicate, "If you don't like it, just put me down."

"I like it." Xing Shao stepped on the snow and walked towards the hotel resignedly, "There is never a time when I don't like it. A Miao, I like you very much, I like you the most."

Song Miao tightened the hands around his neck, humming.

When the two arrived at the hotel, Song Miao tucked into the quilt and fell asleep.

When the sky was bright, Xing Shao picked him up and said, "Shen Yan has called ten times to ask if you let him go?"

Song Miao sat with her eyes closed, and when she heard his words, she raised her eyelids a little, and she threw herself into his arms lazily, "It would be great if you dove him, he's a single dog, and it's Chinese New Year, so why bother him. Go to sleep."

"Yeah." Xing Shao lifted the quilt, wrapped her in his arms, and lay on the bed with her.

It was dark, and Song Miao was awakened by the smell of charcoal-grilled mutton.

She got out of bed barefoot, and when she saw the person squatting under the eaves grilling meat, her steps faltered slightly.

She seemed to see the shadow of that year.

Back then, he did the same, grilling meat for her.

"Brother Shao." Song Miaoli called softly from the bedside.

Xing Shao turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw her standing on the carpet, his brows raised suddenly.

Putting down the oil brush in his hand and walking towards her, he picked her up and scolded her in a warm voice, "Not cold? What are you doing standing up, go to the hot spring for a soak."

"I haven't changed my clothes yet."

Xing Shao flicked her forehead with his fingers, "I don't know how careful you are. Go down and soak it, and it will be baked in no time."

Song Miao felt bored, stretched out her hand and opened the neckline to look down, "Are you peeking at me?"

"I need it?" He put her on the reclining chair by the hot spring, pinched her face and squeezed, "I knew it when I carried you, little fairy."

Song Miao snorted and pushed his hand, "Go and roast your meat, I want to take off my clothes."

Xing Shao raised his eyebrows, rubbed her hair with his big hands, and turned to go to the barbecue.

"You are not allowed to go out like this in the future."

Song Miao grabbed the nape of her sweater with her backhand, threw the clothes on the reclining chair, and stepped into the scalding hot spring wearing a light red gauze.

After sitting down, he leaned on his arms and murmured softly: "No one can see it."

Xing Shao looked up and saw her snow-skinned and red lips, her golden chestnut hair was soaked in water and swept over her shoulders, exuding a silent temptation.

He put the small stove by the side of the hot spring, fed her two mouthfuls and said, "Drink?"

Song Miao hummed.

Xing Shao poured her half a glass of wine, sat beside her and quietly grilled meat for her.

Song Miao took a sip of the wine, glanced at him, and felt that he was as abstinent as a monk recently, and didn't bother to talk to him, so he shrank into the hot water to play.

Xing Shao saw that she was having fun by herself, and also ate a lot of food, so she felt relieved, and when she was a little drowsy, he said: "Grandpa Lou brought you medicine, drink it before going to sleep."

"Huh?" Song Miao turned her eyes, moved her long legs to his side vigorously, and said softly, "Hey, you made me doubt my own aesthetics."

The swimsuit she specially picked out, not only a little disgusted by him, but also seemed to have no reaction at all.

"You're only 28 this year." She frowned and muttered to herself, "You shouldn't be able to."

Xing Shao patted the back of her head, "I have to watch the New Year later, go take a shower."

Song Miao pursed her lips, ignoring him.

After taking a shower and nestling in bed, I turned on the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

She hadn't watched the domestic Spring Festival Gala for many years, but she felt that this year's Spring Festival Gala was quite interesting, so she watched it seriously, and she didn't care if the position next to her was sunken.

Xing Shao looked up at the time on the wall, circled around and bowed his head to kiss her.

Song Miao was annoyed, so she put her hands on his chest to avoid kissing, "I want to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

Xing Shao took his hands from his chest and put them on his waist, rubbing his thin lips against hers, "You're still angry, it's cold outside in winter, you'll catch a cold. Baby."

Because she didn't satisfy her curiosity in the hot spring and lost her temper with him, she became more and more pampered.

The low magnetic bubble heart sank into her eardrums, bringing goosebumps on her shoulders.

"It's not... um..."

Xing Shao kissed her tenderly and piously.

Song Miao was a little dissatisfied with him seducing her like this, pinched the soft flesh on his waist, and muttered, "I don't want it."

Xing Shao bit the tip of her nose, kissing her eyelids, and then the tips of her ears.

"In the future, come again in the future, when you are in good health, I will listen to you, and now I will listen to me."

Song Miao snorted softly.

When the countdown to the New Year's bell was still three seconds away, Xing Shao leaned into her ear and said, "Three, two, one, baby, happy new year."

Song Miao never felt that this man could be such a dog in his life. When Tianming was drowsy, his words of happy new year were still in his ears.

The two stayed in Yunshui Town until the seventh day of the lunar new year, and on the eighth day Xin Qianyao was about to open the ribbon-cutting ceremony, and Song Miao hugged him for a long time before letting go.

Xing Shao comforted the good man, stroked her hair and asked, "Come with me to cut the ribbon?"

"No." Song Miao sat on his lap, languidly refusing, "No accident, I still remember that people think that Ji Shili and I are still together. Mr. Xing, I will be scolded for climbing high."

She opened her mouth slightly, bit on his left collarbone, and said after grinding her teeth, "Okay, go back."

With that, she got up.

Xing Shao grabbed her waist and asked her to sit back on his lap again, brushed away the hair on the side of her neck, and lowered his head to kiss the delicate skin on the side of her neck.

"Miss Song, that's only fair."

Song Miao glared at him.

Xing Shao pinched her waist and brought her forward, "Come on, bite for a while, so as not to waste time at night."

Song Miao: "..."

……

New Chiyo.

After Xing Shao finished cutting the ribbon, he returned to the office and saw the girl who was arguing with Mo Yan.

He dragged a chair and sat across from the two of them, listening with great interest.

After listening, he glanced at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan bowed her head immediately: "Madam, Mr. Xing is back. Let's chat."

"Don't run." Song Miao stopped him loudly, "Do you think I can do one play a year?! Which actor has one play a year, what kind of celebrity am I, don't let the audience look at me more, Who can remember?"

Mo Yan: "...Mr. Xing arranged it like this."

"You just listen when he arranges? I even asked him to push back all the entertainment, why didn't he listen."

Xing Shao raised his eyebrows.

Oh, so it was waiting for him here.

"Go down." Xing Shao waved his hands at Mo Yan, "Bring in a bowl of matsutake chicken porridge, she's hungry."

Song Miao nestled into the leather chair and swayed with her legs crossed, "Eat by yourself, I have an appointment with Sister Xian, An Shu is here today, I won't go home tonight."

She picked up her bag and was ready to go.

Xing Shao grabbed her wrist, hugged her on his lap, tightened it tightly, and said with a smile, "Can you sleep comfortably without me hugging you to sleep?"

"I'm going to change it to a milk dog."

Xing Shao laughed, "Qian Yao just entered the capital, and there are some wine bars that must go, be obedient."

"I don't mind, anyway, I won't always be here for filming in the future."

Song Miao pushed his hand away, ready to leave.

Xing Shao grabbed the man's waist and pulled him back, "I mind, Miss Song, when are you going to give me a title?"

"Huh?" Song Miao played dumb.

Xing Shao stared at her bright eyes and confronted her.

After a long time, Xing Shao let go of her, "Be careful on the road."

Song Miao hummed and left his office.

She was willing to rely on him and pester him, but she just didn't want to give him a title. This kind of inseparable feeling made him very worried.

Worried that she would suddenly feel bored one day and abandon him.

After thinking for a long time, he called Mo Yan and said, "Send me all of A Miao's itinerary."

Mo Yan answered yes and hung up the phone.

……

An Shu's house.

Song Miao came to the door with flowers in her arms. When she entered the door, she caught a glimpse of the people busy in the kitchen. She felt that the backs looked familiar, so she put down the flowers and asked, "That's it?"

"The newly recruited bodyguard is a veteran of the special forces." An Shu leaned over to get her slippers. "This drama is the first time for me to take on a costume drama. I have no experience. I want to talk to you."

"Why do you want to find a bodyguard?" Song Miao glanced at the back of the busy kitchen.

It looks familiar.

Suddenly, the kitchen man turned around.step out.

Song Miao was stunned.

Lu Zheng?

Naturally, Lu Zheng saw her, and there was no abnormality in his footsteps. After arranging the fruits, he said, "I'll go to the balcony and stay."

An Shu nodded, and waited for him to enter the balcony before saying: "Does it look like a special sense of security, his cooking is super delicious, stay for dinner at night."

Song Miao nodded and accompanied her to follow the script.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Xing Shao called Song Miao, but no one answered.

When I called the second one, the phone was connected, and the male voice said, "Hello."

Xing Shao was startled, calmed down, and asked in silence for two seconds, "Where is Song Miao?"

"Sleeping." Lu Zheng glanced at the drunken woman who was lying on the sofa with An Shu and shook his head, "Is there anything else?"

Xing Shao's back felt cold, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly, "No...no. Cover her with a quilt."

"I know." Lu Zheng hung up the phone, turned around to hug An Shu, and threw those quilts on Song Miao after she settled down.

Song Miao was hit by the quilt, opened her eyes dimly, saw Lu Zheng in a daze for two seconds, rubbed her eyes and heard him say: "Hurry up and go back to your house, what are you doing with her."

Song Miao: "...Why are you here?"

"It's all clean, the injury is back." Lu Zheng cleared up some leftovers on the table and said coldly, "Hurry up and leave."

Song Miao felt that he would not be able to answer any questions he asked, so he rubbed his head and left with his bag.

Xing Shao's house.

When Song Miao entered, the man was sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and stared at the girl.

The smoke between the long fingers burned to the cold white skin.

(End of this chapter)