Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Meng Yutang hugged him.

"do not Cry."

Why does he love to cry more than she does.

Zhou Beicheng hugged her tightly.

"Don't hide any injuries from me in the future, okay?"

"it is good."

Meng Yutang looked at him and raised his hand to touch his eyes.

"Take you back to the hospital."

Zhou Beicheng shook her hand and nodded.

Originally, Meng Yutang didn't want him to come, but he insisted on coming. It was because Lu Zhiqiu said that he could walk around, and Meng Yutang really let him come when he had no other choice.

The two went back to the hospital.

He Xiao and Xie Sheng returned to Jin Garden.

The two old men were annoyed, they didn't know what they were plotting, and they went back to their rooms after going back. Mu Feng thought they were too tired and went to rest.

He didn't think much about it, and when he saw it, he was in a bad mood and wished he could kill Meng Ting.

...

After the two returned to the hospital, it was already very late.

Zhou Beicheng sat on the hospital bed and looked at her.

"Lie down."

Meng Yutang looked at him strangely.

Zhou Beicheng raised his eyes: "Where did you sleep when I was unconscious for a few days?"

Meng Yutang: "..."

Zhou Beicheng looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Meng Yutang said helplessly: "Lie down."

Zhou Beicheng lay down silently as he said.

Meng Yutang turned around and turned off the light, then got into the quilt.

"Just sleep here."

She blinked at him, and he could see her clearly in the dark.

"It's so far away?"

"I'm afraid of meeting you."

Zhou Beicheng reached out with his long arm and brought her into his arms.

"It's much better, not so weak."

Meng Yutang lay on his chest, spraying his warm breath on his chest.

Zhou Beicheng: "..."

Meng Yutang looked up at him: "Where are you putting your hands?"

Zhou Beicheng silently moved his hand on her waist.

"I'll touch it."

His hands were a little hot, and before she agreed, he reached into the hem of the shirt, and his fingertips lightly landed on the scar from his thumb.

Meng Yutang froze for a moment.

Zhou Beicheng looked down at her: "Does it hurt?"

"Many years."

"then……"

Meng Yutang muffled: "It hurts."

Zhou Beicheng's gentle kiss landed on her forehead, and then slowly landed on her eyebrows.

"Okay."

"kindness?"

"sorry."

Meng Yutang looked up at him.

Zhou Beicheng's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to suck her in.

"Sorry for what?"

He kissed the corner of her lips lightly: "I didn't hold your hand."

He clasped her waist tightly with his fingertips.

"I will never leave you alone again."

Meng Yutang looked at him, and after a long time said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

"You are not allowed to leave me either."

His kisses fell on her lips, and Meng Yutang's answers were swallowed into his mouth.

The palms clasping the waist became hot, and the body also became hot.

He hugged her tightly, and there was no distance between the two of them.

Meng Yutang didn't know how his kiss landed between the necks.

By the time she realized it, two buttons of her shirt had been undone.

With her hands on his chest, Zhou Beicheng's breathing became heavy, and his eyes were stained with lust.

"Zhou Beicheng, you are not in good health..."

Meng Yutang's breathing was also a little messy, and her remaining rationality made her raise her hand firmly against his chest.

Zhou Beicheng's eyes were filled with forbearance and restraint.

"It does not matter……"

His body can be very good when he treats her, but...

He raised his arms and hugged her tightly, without going beyond.

He is still reluctant.

He was reluctant to touch his little girl, afraid of scaring her, afraid of her pain, afraid of her crying...