Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

"Go back!" Leng Jinyan ordered without any room for change.

"Brother Leng, remember to call me!" Su Xiaoran bit the corner of her mouth and quickly left behind the two bodyguards.When Song Qingcheng passed by, there was a trace of provocation at the corner of his mouth.

After Su Xiaoran left, Leng Jinyan stood up and walked towards Song Qingcheng, "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous, jealous of you? May I ask which onion are you?" Song Qingcheng dismissed it, and returned a contemptuous white eye.

Damn, I wanted to get rid of Sister Lin, and even brought hatred to her.

Scum!

"Your fiancé." Leng Jinyan curled her thin lips, thinking of the obedient appearance she had when she answered the phone last time, and looking at the way she bared her teeth and claws now, she pursed her thin lips again, skipping her to look at her An Ning next to her said, "Are you Qingcheng's good friend? Now that we've met, let's have a meal together. It just so happens that I can give her an idea as to when is the best time to get engaged."

"What the hell, who wants to get engaged to you!" Song Qingcheng pulled An Ning and was about to leave.

Leng Jinyan grabbed her arm, and the corner of his mouth curled up evilly, "I called your grandpa yesterday, and he hoped that we would get engaged early. Or, do you want me to tell your grandpa, but you don't actually want to..."

"Shut up!" Song Qingcheng shook off his hand and sat down at the table angrily.

Leng Jinyan raised his eyebrows, looked at An Ning, "Miss An, please."

An Ning nodded, just as she was about to sit next to Song Qingcheng thoughtfully, Leng Jinyan sat down one step faster than her.

"Hey……"

"Qingcheng, don't make trouble." Leng Jinyan rubbed Song Qingcheng's head like caressing a small pet.

The corner of Song Qingcheng's mouth twitched, with a ghostly expression on his face.

All the dishes on the table were taken away and a new order was made.

Song Qingcheng didn't know what it meant to be polite, so he glanced at Leng Jinyan angrily, and ordered all the dishes on the menu from beginning to end.

Leng Jinyan looked at her the whole time, with doting eyes.

The corner of Song Qingcheng's mouth twitched again, "Leng Jinyan, if you are sick, treat it as soon as possible."

"What if I have a kind of lovesickness that only you can cure?" Leng Jinyan was in a happy mood, and his voice was also cheerful.

Song Qingcheng's depressed expression pleased him, this is the feeling.

Song Qingcheng turned half sideways, resting her chin with one hand, with her back to Leng Jinyan.

Leng Jinyan stretched out his hand to rub the back of her head again, Song Qingcheng said without looking back: "Leng Jinyan, if you dare to rub my head again, believe it or not, I will put this pot of hairy blood on your face!"

Leng Jinyan withdrew his hand with a low smile.

"I discussed it with your grandfather, and we both agreed that it would be better to get engaged as soon as possible. Your grandfather's body..."

"When you were in school, the teacher didn't teach you that you couldn't eat or sleep? Can you still make people eat well?" Song Qingcheng interrupted Leng Jinyan's words and looked at him with a displeased expression, with faint eyes. There is fire.

"OK." Leng Jinyan raised his eyebrows, "Then let's talk about it after dinner."

"Bastard!" Song Qingcheng kicked him.

It provoked a chuckle from Leng Jinyan.

"Bitch! They're all sluts!" Su Xiaoran, who was forcibly escorted home when Song Qingcheng was in various awkward situations, stopped after breaking two water glasses.

Song Qingcheng, bitch!
Two hours later, Song Qingcheng also ended the meal after eating and drinking.

Coming out of the private restaurant, Leng Jin said that he would send Song Qingcheng home.

Song Qingcheng directly refused.

Leng Jinyan called Song Hongwei in front of her, and Song Qingcheng was so angry that he wanted to bite someone.

"Humph!" Song Qingcheng snorted coldly. After getting into the car, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away like a cannonball.

After Leng Jinyan smiled and nodded at An Ning, he drove after him.

An Ning looked at the direction in which the two left one after another, thoughtfully.Then he smiled and shook his head, and drove away.

"Miss An, you came back so late, have I been waiting for you for a long time?" An Ning had just parked the car when she saw Wang Fan leaning against his sports car, holding a bouquet of extremely vulgar roses in his hands, with a wicked smile on his lips. wanton smile.

"What's the matter?" An Ning's face was condensed, and it seemed that she could run into this man wherever she went recently. This feeling is very bad!

"Of course...it's okay!" The arc of Wang Fan's lips deepened, and he stepped forward to stand in front of An Ning.

An Ning chuckled, and turned her head to look at Wang Fan, "Young Master Wang, I know that my promotion has a lot to do with you. Of course, I will not thank you for your 'promotion', which is what I was supposed to do. Got it."