Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

night.

Outside the M Bar, Song Qingcheng carried the drunken An Ning to the side of the road.

"Damn girl, she looks so thin, but she didn't expect to be so heavy." Qingcheng complained to the drunken and unconscious An Ning.

Then they stuffed An Ning into the car with the driver.

"Miss Song, why don't you get in the car too, I'll take you home after I take the lady home," the driver said.

"No need, I've been out for a few days. I'm going back to grandpa's house today, and I'm not in the same direction as you." Qingcheng smiled.

"Okay, then I'll take Miss An back first. Miss Song, please be careful." After speaking, the driver nodded slightly, got in the car and drove away.

Not long after the driver's car drove away, a black Lincoln drove up to Song Qingcheng. After the window was rolled down, a handsome face was revealed.

"I don't know if Ms. Song has time now, can I get in the car and have a chat with Ms. Song alone?" The person who said this was none other than her fiancé whom Grandpa had arranged for her just now -- Leng Jinyan!

With raised eyebrows, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked: "Okay, I just happen to be going back to grandpa now, if Mr. Leng doesn't mind, can you give me a ride home along the way?"

Leng Jinyan raised his chin and signaled Qingcheng to get in the car.

"I hope Miss Song can cancel the engagement." As soon as Song Qingcheng sat down, he said coldly and straight to the point, without unnecessary nonsense.

Lifting her eyes slightly, she looked at the man who looked like a god on the opposite side.That's right, both the appearance and the figure are perfect.

However, although he is handsome, his character doesn't seem to be very good, but that's okay, he also plans to cancel the engagement, but he doesn't even think about asking her Song Qingcheng to be a spearhead.

Song Qingcheng chuckled, looked at Leng Jinyan with twinkling phoenix eyes and said calmly: "But what should I do? I really want to marry Mr. Song."

A chill flashed across Leng Jinyan's eagle eyes, then he suppressed it again, and smiled: "Oh? Is that so? I heard that Miss Song had a quarrel with President Song after she found out that she was engaged to me. It’s not pleasant, and I haven’t been home for a few days.”

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng raised her eyes, and smiled charmingly at Leng Jinyan: "As expected of the president of Huanyu Group, you can even know that my grandpa and I are unhappy, what should I do, you will make me like you even more Yes." After speaking, he looked admiring, as if he really liked cold and cautious words.

Afterwards, he took a sip from the wine glass on the table and said, "It is indeed as you said, I was against this engagement at first, but... just now I saw President Leng's handsome face After looking at her face, I found out that I don't want to cancel this engagement." After speaking, he winked at Leng Jinyan and said.

The corner of his mouth hooked up, with a sneer, it seemed that he was going to talk about the conditions with him coldly! "With Ms. Song's appearance and status, it shouldn't be difficult to find a good-looking man, right? Ms. Song, don't play tricks, and make a condition. As long as you can dissolve this engagement, the condition is up to you."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng put down the wine glass in his hand, raised his hand, slapped his index finger on the attractive red lips and said: "That is to say, it is true that there are a lot of good-looking people, but... You are good-looking and belong to the CEO of Huanyu Group, but you are the only one, Mr. Song, you say... what should I do?"

Ah!What a big appetite!It seems that I was wrong before, the future successor of the Song Group is not a silly woman with a flashy appearance.

Very good, I even played Tai Chi with him, but that's good too!He said coldly that he just likes dealing with smart people, and this Song Qingcheng is a smart and beautiful woman.

It's just a pity that it's not the type he likes, and he can't let himself play with disobedient women. He said coldly that he wouldn't want it, otherwise he could really consider it.

Gently fiddled with the ring ring in his hand, and then smiled handsomely, with a bit of playfulness and quick decision, "Since this is the case, then we can't agree, but Miss Song wants to be my woman, but she wants to be my wife." Be mentally prepared, I'm sorry, I have something to do suddenly, I can't see you off, Miss Song, please get out of the car." After speaking, the driver pressed the seat, and the driver stopped the car.

"Miss Song, please." She smiled politely and raised her hand as a gesture of invitation, as if she was not trying to drive people out of the car, but inviting them to drink tea.

Looking at the dark road outside the car window, Song Qingcheng panicked: "Are you sure you want to leave me on the mountainside?"