Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

The two hurried to the cinema and bought two seats in the last row.

"Look, how lucky we were to still be able to buy those two spots."

Song Qingcheng was very excited, and although Leng Jinyan echoed him, he was already cursing in his heart.

"It's so late, and there are still two seats left, it's really weird."

Even so, the two sat and watched the movie.

The romance movie that was screened in the evening was a bit tragic. Song Qingcheng was crying on the side, and Leng Jinyan on the side was shocked, but there was no other way to appease her heart that was driven by the movie. Heart.

Leng Jinyan took Song Qingcheng's head into her shoulders, gently held Song Qingcheng's hand, as if telling her that there is still me, there is nothing to be afraid of, turned her head, and kissed gently her forehead.

In the movie, the heroine finally died in the arms of the hero. Song Qingcheng also cried so hard that she didn't cry out because she was afraid of affecting others, but Leng Jinyan at the side really noticed it immediately.

As soon as the movie ended, Leng Jinyan dragged Song Qingcheng out of the theater. He knew that Song Qingcheng would never want others to see her tearful appearance, even if it was because of the movie.

"Well, now that there is no one else here, you don't have to bow your head. There's no need to be ashamed. I'm the only one here."

Song Qingcheng was still wiping the tears off his face, and refused to raise his head. Leng Jinyan felt a little strange now, there was no one here, why he still refused to raise his head.

"I don't want to mention it, let's go back quickly, if I knew it was a tragedy, I wouldn't watch it."

Leng Jinyan found it strange to be so condescending. Leng Jinyan raised Song Qingcheng's head,

"Hahaha, it turns out that you refused to look up because of your makeup. You are so ridiculous."

It turned out that Song Qingcheng's face was already wet with tears, the makeup on his face was messed up, and the black eyeliner smudged his eyes exaggeratedly and funny.It was the first time Leng Jinyan saw Song Qingcheng like this.

"Oh, I said don't read it, now it's all right, you can laugh, laugh to your heart's content, anyway, I have no image, so you can just laugh at me."

Leng Jinyan couldn't help laughing when he saw Song Qingcheng in front of him. When Song Qingcheng saw this, he didn't care about his appearance. He just scratched his itch when he was hugging him, and Leng Jinyan wanted to stop. Can't stop.

"I'll make you laugh, I'll make you laugh, and I'll make you laugh enough."

There was no one around at night, only these two older people were playing by the tree. From the outsiders' eyes, they were definitely bad people. They usually pay attention to their image and manners, but now they don't care about their image. Laughed.

Leng Jinyan hadn't laughed like this for a long time, which made Song Qingcheng feel very fulfilled, and it was also a pleasure for her to make her man so happy.

Leng Jinyan laughed so hard that she couldn't catch her breath, but Song Qingcheng didn't seem to give up at all. In order to end this torture early, Leng Jinyan hugged Song Qingcheng, grabbed her hands, and didn't let her resist anymore .

"Little fairy, you dare to torture me like this, don't you think about the consequences?"

Song Qingcheng couldn't move in Leng Jinyan's arms, and she no longer made any movements of resistance.

After putting Song Qingcheng in the car, Leng Jinyan drove to the hotel where they met for the first time. Although Song Qingcheng could no longer remember the past, he still wanted to retrieve the previous memories with her.

"This is the hotel when we first met. We sat at the table by the window in the restaurant, and you laughed at me as a cold iceberg."

"Really? I can't remember it at all. It doesn't matter if we don't look for the previous memories. I'm fine now. If I find it and I still have troubles, what should I do?"

"Don't you want it back?"

"Do not want to."

Song Qingcheng's answer was very firm, as if she didn't care about the past at all, she was full of infinite expectations for the present and the future.

"Well, if you don't want to, then we don't need to search deliberately, let's create future memories now."

With a smirk on Leng Jinyan's face, he pulled Song Qingcheng out of the car and opened a luxury suite at the front desk.

"You also came here specially to open a luxury suite. You really have leisure. How did you know that I would take this place with you?"

Leng Jinyan looked cold, "Because I won't give you other choices." Then he dragged Song Qingcheng upstairs.

"Slow down, my face is so dirty, I keep my head down, I can't see anyone, slow down."

With that said, Leng Jinyan took off his coat and put it on Song Qingcheng's head,
"I can't see you now, walk well, if you fall, you can figure it out yourself."

Leng Jinyan's commanding tone and condescending tone made Song Qingcheng speechless,

"You dare to be so fierce to me, hmph, let's see what you do later."

Song Qingcheng was devising some small damage tricks to teach Leng Jinyan well.

As soon as the two of them reached the door of the room, Song Qingcheng suddenly felt uncomfortable and spread it on Leng Jinyan's body,
"Qingcheng, what's the matter with you? What's the matter?"

"I'm a little sick, I feel a little sick, let me lie down."

The sudden fainting made Leng Jinyan at a loss, she immediately opened the door, helped Song Qingcheng to rest on the bed, and kept asking her what was wrong.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever? Or did you eat something bad? Are you going to the hospital?"

Leng Jinyan was so anxious that she didn't know what to say, she immediately went to the bathroom to get a clean towel, and wiped her face.

Song Qingcheng still looked weak and powerless, which made him extremely worried.

"No, I'm going to call an ambulance. It's too worrying for you to look like this."

After all, just as he was about to pick up the phone and make a call, Song Qingcheng immediately became anxious, sat up suddenly, but realized that the contrast was too great, so he immediately lay down again.

"It's okay, I'm just cold and my stomach hurts."

Having said that, the action just now had exposed her completely, Leng Jinyan knew that she was lying to him, and since that was the case, he just continued to play it out.

"Really? It's just a stomachache. I have a good way to cure it. I'll wash your face first, and then I'll treat your stomach."

Leng Jinyan also had Xiao Jiujiu in her arms, and wanted to tease her well.

After washing up, Song Qingcheng lay softly on the bed, and Leng Jinyan sat beside her, caring and saying,

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

This tormenting little goblin continued to deceive people, so Leng Jinyan was no longer being played around by her,

"I know there is a good way. You lift the clothes on your stomach, and I'll see where it hurts."

Before Song Qingcheng noticed that the crisis was approaching, he lifted up his clothes obediently.

"Is it here? Or here?" Leng Jinyan pretended to press her stomach, and she responded casually.

Suddenly, Leng Jinyan grabbed her waist and scratched vigorously, making her burst into laughter unbearably.

"You little liar, tell you to deceive me, bully me, and see how you escape from my grasp."

The morning sun was so dazzling that Song Qingcheng's eyes could not be opened. She got up and closed the curtains of the office.

The window of Song Qingcheng's office was open facing east, and the morning scene could be seen clearly.

Not long after parting with Leng Jinyan downstairs in the company in the morning, she began to miss Leng Jinyan again, and the time they were together always made her feel yearning.Song Qingcheng subconsciously raised a shallow smile.

"I'm in a good mood. I'm so happy to be with Leng Shan. Hey, it's time for me to find a companion."

Ann jokingly said,

"Love can nourish a person, but it can also torture a person."

An Ning's words interrupted this supposedly pleasant topic,
"You are really so discouraged in the early morning. I see you. It's time to find a boyfriend."

"Forget it, I finally escaped from one fire pit, and you want me to fall into another pit? I'd better save my energy, work hard, earn some money from you, and travel around."

"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy, anything is fine."

Song Qingcheng looked at An Ning, but she didn't say anything else. She knew that even if she said it, it would be just silly jokes.

Ann came to the office to look for them so early, which made them a little strange. At this time, it was time for Ann to enjoy the morning office exercise. How could she come to the office to look for them?

"There will be an oil painting exhibition in two days, if you are free, let's go and see it together, how about it?"

"Oil painting exhibition? I'm not interested, I'd better play with Xin Er at home."

An Ning immediately declined the invitation. For her, spending hours playing with each oil painting is not as fun as painting with Xiner.

Seeing that she was so uninterested, An turned to Song Qingcheng to ask,

"Good Qingcheng, come here, come with your family's Leng Jinyan, as a famous designer, how can you refuse such an event? You must never follow An Ning, you must always improve your own Connoisseurship and taste."

"You are really good. If I don't go, I will have no appreciation and taste. You really use everything to confuse people to go to the art exhibition. Do you have any plots?"

"No, I just sent a ticket to someone else, and then the two of you are a little embarrassed to see it, so I want to invite you."

Song Qingcheng and An Ning's eyes lit up when they heard that An had sent a ticket to someone else. An Ke had never been so embarrassed before. The sensitivity of a woman told them that something was wrong with her.

"What, I'm sorry to have an appointment with a man? Wouldn't it bother you even more if we went?"

An Ning smiled maliciously,
"Yes, you two can just watch the exhibition, and we won't be light bulbs."

"Where are you talking about? We don't have that kind of relationship. It's just out of good intentions and politeness. You guys are so sensitive. How about it, let's come together."

"Then I will help you as hard as I can, and go to see it with you."

"Then that's great. Tomorrow at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the painting will open, remember to be there on time."

An put the tickets for the art exhibition on Song Qingcheng's table, turned around and left, as if he was in a hurry to escape Song Qingcheng's repentant move that would be made in the next second.

Song Qingcheng picked up the ticket stub, the ticket stub was also very beautifully designed, presumably the art exhibition would not be inferior, it was considered as an improvement of work, why not do it?