Quick Transmigation: Good Man Series 1 [1-200]

The Tyrant CEO's Small Delicate Wife (5)

Qin Qing held her spoils of war – a ceramic cartoon cat, happily bouncing behind Jiang Zhe out of the night market. 

The night winds blew, dispelling the heat. Jiang Zhe tilted his head to look at her, asking with a smile: "Do you feel better now? Little princess." 

Qin Qing's face turned red, and she looked up suddenly, staring curiously at Jiang Zhe's face.

Jiang Zhe: "What is it?" 

"Nothing." Qin Qing immediately lowered her head, but the tips of her ears were still completely red. 

What little princess, so shameful. 

But she still liked it a lot  o (* //// ▽ //// *) q 

Jiang Zhe raised his eyebrows, but didn't continue to ask her about it, "Come on, let's go back." 

Qin Qing: "En, en." 

As fast as the night wind, Jiang Zhe drove home. 

In the private apartment that belonged solely to Jiang Zhe. 

Qin Qing looked at the strange but familiar buildings around, extremely nervous. 

Tonight, Jiang Zhe didn't propose to send her back to her home, but instead brought her straight here. 

Jiang Zhe he, what does he mean? 

There was a faint guess in Qin Qing's heart, but logically thinking, it didn't seem too possible. However, as the elevator slowly moved upwards, the familiar door opened, and when she stepped through the door, her heart had already jumped into her mouth. 

Jiang Zhe, who was leading the way in front, suddenly stopped. Qin Qing, who had her head lowered thinking about things, collided into him headfirst. 

Fortunately, Jiang Zhe turned and supported her in time. "What were you thinking about? To be so deep in thoughts." 

Qin Qing: !!! 

Qin Qing: "I, I didn't think about anything?" 

Jiang Zhe said suspiciously: "Really?" 

Qin Qing nodded like a woodpecker, "Really, truer than real gold."

Jiang Zhe resisted the urge to laugh. Pretending to be serious, he coughed with a fist against his lips, "Alright. What do you want to drink, I will get it for you." 

Qin Qing: "Ice water is good." To reduce heat.

"Okay." Jiang Zhe gave her a bottle of ice water. Then silently, he sat next to her. 

The two people were sitting very close. Qin Qing could almost feel the heat from Jiang Zhe passing through her clothes. 

Although the two didn't speak, the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous. 

Qin Qing pinched the bottle, her fingers slightly white. Nervous. 

She swallowed her saliva and shouted: "Jiang, Jiang Zhe." 

"En." 

The voice was low and magnetic. 

Qin Qing's legs went soft for a second. 

Fortunately she was sitting on the sofa, so she wouldn't embarrass herself. 

Jiang Zhe had been paying attention to her the whole while. Looking at her changing expressions, he found it quite interesting. 

It's just that, to let a girl take the initiatives when it comes to emotions was really a bit of a scum move. 

So he cleared his throat, pulling back Qin Qing's attention.