Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

The car drove from city S to city J, made a big circle around city J, and returned to city S again.

Leng Jinyan's car was first parked in the parking lot outside Song Qingcheng's villa.

"Now, we……"

"Allure."

Song Qingcheng, who was getting off the car, froze, and turned to look at Rong Kui who was walking from the night. With thousands of stars as the background, he was like a god in ancient Greece, mysterious and noble.

"Rong Kui?" Song Qingcheng's tone was full of joy, but he was still uncertain, but he stepped forward involuntarily, "You, why did you come?"

"I remember I told you that I would visit your grandfather, but I didn't expect you to be away!" Rong Kui's voice was still gentle, but his eyes fell on Leng Jinyan who was behind Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng remembered the phone call that night, and her cheeks flushed slightly: "Sorry, I forgot, I kept you waiting for a long time!"

But she was muttering in her heart, it was all because of that bastard Leng Jinyan, who was always pestering her with nothing to do recently, which caused her to forget such important things.

"It's okay, didn't I wait for you?" Rong Kui stretched out his hand and stroked the broken hair on Song Qingcheng's forehead. The movement was as natural as if he had done it thousands of times.

Song Qingcheng's cheeks blushed involuntarily, Rong Kui was really too gentle, but she couldn't resist his gentleness, and she had completely forgotten the existence of Leng Jinyan.

However, when Leng Jinyan saw Rong Kui reaching out his hand, his narrow eyes narrowed, his voice was cold, but not very small: "Song Qingcheng!"

Too bad, how could I forget about this god of plague!
"What?" Song Qingcheng turned around, as if he had changed into a different person, with a bad tone: "I told you very clearly, we have nothing to say between us, don't pester me anymore, OK?"

"Go, Rong Kui, I'll take you to see my grandpa!"

After finishing speaking, without looking at Leng Jinyan at all, she subconsciously grabbed Rong Kui's hand.

Rong Kui was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a beautiful arc on the corner of his lips,

Looking up at Leng Jinyan, she had a gloomy face.

Of course, if Song Qingcheng were to leave like this, it would not be him Leng Jinyan.

He suddenly took a step forward and grabbed Song Qingcheng's shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

Because of the struggle, Song Qingcheng let go of Rong Kui's hand, and his whole body seemed to be stuck in Leng Jinyan's arms: "Leng Jinyan, let me go, do you hear me?"

"Be quiet, Qingcheng!" Leng Jinyan not only did not let go, but also looked at Rong Kui provocatively: "You haven't introduced your friend to me yet, my dear fiancee!"

"My friend, why should I introduce you." Song Qingcheng rolled his eyes and said coldly, and shook his hand that was holding him vigorously: "You let go."

"You are my fiancée." Leng Jinyan's grip became tighter, his condensed eyes looked at Rong Kui, and he raised his eyebrows: "Of course I can ask about your affairs."

"It won't be soon!" In front of Rong Kui, Song Qingcheng hoped not to mention a word about his fiancée, but after shaking him for a long time, he became angry with embarrassment, and his cheeks flushed with anger.

"Why don't you come in when you're back? Do you want the old man to invite you?" Song Hongwei, who was holding a cane and supported by Li Wei, stood at the door at some point.

As soon as he appeared, Leng Jinyan and Rong Kui let go of their hands, and Song Qingcheng ran over: "Grandpa, are you feeling better today? Go in quickly, and don't be blown by the wind."

"Hmph." Li Hongwei glanced at his granddaughter sternly. He saw what happened just now, and she was about to get engaged to Leng Jinyan, and even flirted with Rong Kui. He was really mad at him.

He turned around without saying a word, sat on the sofa and ignored Song Qingcheng, but instead asked Leng Jinyan with a pleasant face: "How is that old fellow your grandfather?"

"Grandpa is fine, and Grandpa Li will always remember you." Leng Jinyan and Rong Kui walked in side by side. He straightened his back and answered Li Hongwei's words. As soon as he turned his head, he found that Rong Kui was already sitting beside Song Qingcheng. .The two were talking and laughing.

"Rong Kui, do you have any official business to come here this time?" Song Qingcheng asked her with big watery eyes while peeling an apple.

Rong Kui bowed slightly in cooperation, with a gentle smile on his gentle and jade-like face: "I have a business deal with Huanyu Company, and I will stay for about three days."

"Really!" Song Qingcheng was so happy that she even forgot about her grandfather who was still on the sofa, and she was very pleasantly surprised.

"Well, do you, the host, want to entertain you?"

"That's natural." Song Qingcheng said.

One of the two is in the south and the other is in the north. Even if it only takes more than an hour by plane, Song Qingcheng has never taken the initiative to go there.

It's not that she didn't want to, but that she didn't dare.