Tang Jingyun seemed to have a habit of working overtime at night, and after dinner, he went to the study.

Song Tiantian took the initiative to make him a cup of coffee and brought it in.

The door to the study was hidden, and she quietly pushed it open a little, poking her head in.

I saw a long black shadow, with his back to her, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and the red dot flickered on and off.

Song Tiantian knocked on the door casually, and without waiting for the people inside to react, he pushed the door and entered.

"Coffee, add a piece of sugar." Song Tiantian placed the brewed cup of coffee on the edge of his desk, and his keen gaze fell to his fingertips almost as if it were a conditioned reflex......

Tang Jingyun knows that she has recently quit smoking.

Without leaving a trace, he raised his hand and snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Song Tiantian pursed his lips and naturally sat down in his office chair.

"When I used to be unhappy, I would drink and ...... I'm obsessed with the smell of cigarettes, but since I followed you, even if I'm unhappy, I don't have a way to solve it. Song hinted.

For example, her mood today is indeed affected by Qin Lang, if it were normal times, she would probably get herself drunk, but it was different from Tang Jingyun, no matter how depressed and irritable she was, she could only lie in the quilt obediently, waiting to go to bed early and get up early.

"So, you're in a bad mood right now?" He raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully.

"Hmm!" Song Tian nodded violently, "Can you just let me taste it?" ”

"Nope." His indifferent determination.

"Ah, can't you even take a bite?"

"Nope."

"Ah, Tang Jingyun, you ......"

Song tilted his eyes pitifully, and his aggrieved little appearance eased Tang Jingyun's originally indifferent expression.

"A bite?" He asked, picking up the cigarette case on the table, pulling one out of it and lighting it.

"Hmm!" Song Tiantian answered him in the affirmative.

Tang Jingyun took a heavy breath, and in Song Tiantian's expectant gaze, he suddenly raised his hand, clasped her head, and gave her the breath in his mouth excessively......

"Ahem, ahem!" Song Tiantian coughed violently a few times, and his face instantly turned red.

"Tang Jingyun, you, you ......"

Song poured 'you' for a long time, stunned that he was bullied and didn't say a word.

"Or?" He asked nonchalantly.

Song Tiantian was so angry that she had nothing to say, she snorted, "Don't." ”

"Baby, that's good." He rubbed her soft hair, and the corners of his mouth hooked a doting smile,

Song tilted his head and dodged his hand.

Seeing that his little wife seemed to be really angry, Tang Jingyun frowned slightly.

She turned to leave, but without even thinking about it, he pulled her body and pressed her against the cold wall, shackled in the middle.

"Tang Jingyun, what are you doing, you let go of me." Song Tiantian struggled to break free.

But what answered her was a wild kiss.

Song Tiantian's face was blushing, his hands were pulled up by him, wrapped around his waist, and hugged his hot body.

His attack was so ferocious that Song tilted his head and was forced to respond.

Between her lips and teeth, she felt like she was sinking in, and suddenly, he picked her up by the waist and placed her on the desk.

He put his arm around her waist with one hand, unbuttoned her white shirt with the other, wrapped his big palm around her back, and unbuttoned her bodice with one hand.

She held his hand and shook her head vigorously, "Tang Jingyun, don't ......"