The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Shen Qingzhuo took a deep breath, put on a face that was so sullen, picked up the shirt on the ground, and went to open the door while buttoning!

   "Who-"

   Just opened a crack in the door, and everyone squeezed in instantly.

"Happy birthday!"

   "Happy Birthday Brother Zhuo!"

With a    touch, the colorful kaleidoscope exploded in the living room, and colorful sequins fluttered in the sky.

   Zuoduo was pushing a large cart with a cake that was incomparably taller than a giant cake. Everyone surrounded Shen Qingzhuo in the middle and sang a birthday song.

   "Moved? Needless to say, I know you must be very touched!"

  Shen Qingzhuo's face became more and more ugly, and a sentence was squeezed out from between his lips and teeth: "I moved your mother."

  “???”

   This kind of feeling is tantamount to hitting someone at the door and making a bad thing. Shen Qingzhuo is not bad if he doesn't beat people now, is he still moved?

   When Zuo Duo saw the cake on the table, the candles still dangling, and the messy black shirt on Shen Qingzhuo's upper body, he immediately understood.

   An eerie silence spread across the room.

   "Get out when you see enough." Shen Qingzhuo sneered.

   "I'm sorry Brother Zhuo!" Zuo Duo cried bitterly, feeling deeply that he had ruined other people's good deeds, he probably opened the door before he had done anything, which man could stand it?

   "We didn't mean to!"

   "Let's get out now!"

   "I wish you and your sister-in-law an early baby!"

   "Three years to hold two!"

   Everyone left as if they were running away.

   Zuo Duo muttered: "I just saw Brother Zhuo pay him back... I don't know if I can see my sister-in-law tomorrow..."

   Someone coughed: "Brother Zhuo is indeed," he gave a thumbs up.

   "Hey, he didn't say hello in advance, the cake is ready in vain."

   "People reported to you before, crazy!"

   When Shen Qingzhuo returned to the bedroom, the person on the bed was already asleep, hugging the quilt.

   He stood at the head of the bed, staring at her trembling eyelashes, for a long while, he quietly lifted the quilt and lay beside him.

   The atmosphere is quiet and subtle.

Jiang Li'an was pretending to be asleep. She was so nervous that she held a position for a long time and was a little stiff. She turned over slightly, her fingers touched the boy's hand inadvertently, she suddenly held her breath, and carefully opened it to look at him, confirming The other party breathed a sigh of relief after feeling nothing.

   His breath and residual warmth remained on her body, which continued to spread around her waist, her long hair was scattered behind her, and her neck was slightly sweaty.

  Suddenly, someone turned around, his eyes twitched, and the man was propped up in front of her.

   Jiang Li'an's heart was tense to the extreme, thumping, almost jumping out, staring at him blankly.

   The boy clasped her hands with both hands and placed them on both sides of his head, his slender fingers forcibly squeezed into the gaps between her fingers, intertwined, and then a warm kiss fell.

   Maybe this kiss was too addicting, and he couldn't find any reason to resist. Jiang Li'an closed his eyes and responded to him slowly.

   A voice that made people blush and heartbeat echoed in the bedroom.

   "Untie." Shen Qingzhuo grabbed her hand and asked her to untie her belt, her voice hoarse.

   "I, I won't..."

"You can learn it." Shen Qingzhuo chuckled, forcibly pressed her hand on the belt, and took her to untie it together. He didn't know whether he was torturing her or torturing himself. He propped up on top of her and lowered his head in her ear. side, spit out the following two words.

   "Shut up." Jiang Li'an accused him of shamelessness in a low voice, but his voice was not deterrent at all.

   "That line, just do it."