Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

"How is your design draft revised? Is there anything else you can improve?"

In recent days, in addition to the design of its own business, the company has also received invitations from several friendly companies to conduct joint design for their company design, and the work has been busy.

Busy or busy, but not as timid and nervous as before.

"The color part has been dealt with, and the next step is the details. Don't worry, there is still time. What about your task, how is it done?"

The conversation in the morning was about design improvements like this, and there was nothing new to say. The clock on the wall was ticking and telling the time accurately.

The weather has started to warm up recently, and the weather in late winter is pleasant. The young women on the street have already shed their heavy cotton clothes and put on light coats, and some can't wait to put on long-sleeved skirts.

"spring is coming."

"Spring is coming soon, the end of the year is coming soon, and the new year is coming,"

"The recent weather is indeed a bit strange. It's really hard for people to get used to how it has become so warm all of a sudden."

"This year's Chinese New Year is spent with family members."

Unknowingly, An Ning spent several Spring Festivals while traveling.

Since her parents passed away, An Ning always avoids crowds and chooses to travel to one place during the Spring Festival every year.

After divorcing Wang Fan, An Ning spent several years abroad with Qing Cheng, and they lived together for a few Spring Festivals.

Although she and the Song family have long been close relatives, An Ning still couldn't help feeling like a stranger at the end of the year. No matter where she went, she couldn't help but feel this lonely frustration.

"No, I'm going to take advantage of the annual vacation to go out and have a good time. This time I'm going to Shangri-La in Yunnan."

"Going to Shangri-La at this time?"

"Well, I want to go and have a look. Don't worry, you'll be fine alone. Maybe you'll meet a man you like. Just congratulate me."

"Well, it's the same sentence, as long as you are happy."

The conversation between the two was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Song Qingcheng and An Ning looked towards the door.

"Hello, who is Miss Song Qingcheng? Here is a bouquet of your flowers."

Song Qingcheng looked surprised, and replied, "I am."

The flower sender came to Song Qingcheng with a bouquet of red roses to sign for it.

After the flower sender left, An Ning immediately smiled at her,

"You guys are so romantic, I even brought you flowers today."

"I don't know, he didn't tell me."

"It's called a surprise, you know? I didn't realize that Bingshan is so romantic and emotional."

Song Qingcheng just smiled and didn't speak, he had already smelled every flower.

It is black magic, and the language of flowers is a gentle heart, a deep and noble soul.

Among so many flowers, Song Qingcheng is also very fond of black magic, which is also called night rose. The color is not as gorgeous as ordinary roses, but Song Qingcheng is even more attracted to it.

There was a piece of cardboard in the bouquet, needless to say, it must have been written by Leng Jinyan.

Although he knew that it was Leng Jinyan who sent the flowers, he couldn't help but secretly elated, thinking what would he write on it?

"Happy birthday, I hope every day with me can make you so happy. ---Leng Jinyan"

When Song Qingcheng saw the card, he suddenly realized that today was her birthday, and immediately laughed again.

"It turns out that today is my birthday, An Ning, now I have to blame you for not remembering my birthday."

"Ah, it turned out to be your birthday. Oh, it's too bad. Why did I forget it? Damn it, I won't quibble anymore. I will let you punish me, and I will never plead."

An Ning raised her neck as if preparing to be judged, which made Song Qingcheng feel very cute.

"You, for the sake of Leng Jinyan sending flowers and making me happy, I won't bother with you. We have been busy day and night for so many days, so it's no wonder that we forget. So let you go. "

Before Song Qingcheng finished speaking, Leng Jinyan called.

"Happy birthday, are you satisfied with the flowers?"

Leng Jinyan couldn't see Song Qingcheng's happy face, but from her gentle tone of voice, he could feel that this bouquet of roses made her very happy.

"Let's go home for dinner together tonight. We have prepared everything for you, just waiting for you, the birthday star, to come home."

"Okay, I see, then we won't have dinner together at noon."

"This Leng Jinyan really knows how to ask for credit. As soon as the flowers arrived, she called to ask for a reward. It's your birthday and I want to prepare for you. Why didn't you notify me, and I was disgusted by you."

"You still say, as my best buddy, you can forget my birthday, and now you dare to blame my husband, I see, only you have the guts."

An Ning couldn't continue to strike up a conversation now, so she immediately found an excuse to brush off the topic,

"Tomorrow's art exhibition, remember to go, I don't want to go to that kind of art exhibition, it's too boring."

"Yes, yes, you are the biggest, and I won't force you to go."

Song Qingcheng blamed An Ning, but she didn't blame her at all. She could forgive An Ning's hard work these days, and with the bunch of black magic in front of her, how could she get angry.

Before noon, Song Qingcheng's heart had already flown home. She didn't know how they celebrated her birthday. What she wanted to do now was to quickly fluctuate the clock on the wall to the time when she got off work.

Song Qingcheng looked at the clock on the wall from time to time, but looking around, it didn't take long. Such impatience was very rare for her.

An Ning, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help laughing when she saw it.

"You look like ants on a hot pot right now, restless. Do you want to rush back to Leng Jinyan's side immediately after get off work at night?"

"Why are you laughing at me again?"

Song Qingcheng, who was seen through by An Ning, blushed in embarrassment.

"You, don't look at the time anymore, just keep busy with the work at hand, so that the time will pass faster. If you think you don't have enough work, I can kindly share half of the work with you. You do."

An Ning still joked about Song Qingcheng unseriously, making her shake her head helplessly.

"Forget it, I'm still working hard. Talking to you, I'm really going to be pissed off. I'm really careless in making friends."

An Ning sat across from her and couldn't help laughing. The office door was not closed properly, and the laughter spread outside the office, causing the staff outside to look at them, thinking that something good had happened, causing quite a bit of trouble down there. commotion.

Time seems to be frozen, and every second that passes is so long.

Song Qingcheng was sitting in the office, but her heart had already drifted to the street, to Leng Jinyan. Waiting was undoubtedly a huge test for her at this moment.

Looking around the office from time to time, imagining what will happen next, what will happen?

Song Qingcheng is full of romantic thoughts about life, but she doesn't think that Leng Jinyan is so romantic. She fantasizes that there will be a man playing a charming saxophone for herself, only for two people.

Being able to sing indulgently on the bridge where there is no one at night, crossing the dividing point of time in the early morning together, it seems that at this moment we can see each other's future appearance, an illusion of ten thousand years at a glance.

Waiting is already commonplace for the two of them. Judging from their first marriage, the two have been fettered by the ropes of fate, entangled and unable to escape.

Song Qingcheng had a hard time counting the minutes in the morning. After finally taking a break at noon, she immediately regained her tranquility.

"Let's go, let's go to the mall to buy some nice clothes."

"My eldest lady, you really have a set and make a set. Now you have time to think about buying clothes. Do you have no clothes to wear?"

Before An Ning got up, Song Qingcheng couldn't wait to pack her bag, wishing she could fly out now.

"Hurry up, I don't have time, I don't have time to buy new clothes at night, hurry up."

"What new clothes do you buy, don't you have so many clothes?"

"It's my birthday today, don't you really want to listen to me? You forgot my birthday."

Song Qingcheng put on an innocent face, his eyes seemed to shoot countless slashing arrows, making An Ning overwhelmed, An Ning immediately softened, and echoed her repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you, so you're satisfied now. I'm really convinced, you're like a little girl who just fell in love. You've been an old couple for so many years."

"peaceful···"

Song Qingcheng glanced at An Ning, and An Ning stopped talking immediately.

The two who were in a hurry bought a piece of bread and grabbed it and gnawed it non-stop. Before getting out of the car, the two of them wiped out all the bread they bought. It is rare for them to be in such a hurry.

In order to look good at night, Song Qingcheng decided to buy a beautiful dress, even if she didn't buy it for herself, she still wanted to wear this beautiful dress for Leng Jinyan.

The two wandered around the mall at the fastest speed, hunting for every beautiful piece of clothing in the window.

An Ning kept picking on the sidelines, feeling dissatisfied with the clothes displayed in the window.

"These clothes are not as good-looking as our designs. I really don't know what to buy them for."

"Yes, yes, it's not as good-looking as ours, but ours hasn't been sold yet, so how do you wear it? You, just settle for a little bit."

Song Qingcheng happily picked up the clothes, one by one comparing whether her figure looked good or not. She imagined how Leng Jinyan would look happy when she saw herself dressed beautifully.

Clothes are the fortress of women. With every tailoring and fancy matching, women can gain a different self and create different demeanor and postures, so that the men onlookers dare not underestimate them.

Song Qingcheng knew this truth very well, so on a day like today, she decided to choose a playful and charming little dress. She wanted Leng Jinyan to see her side as a little woman, so that he could not escape from her side .

"Look, how about this dress? Does it look good? Is it sexy enough?"

"Tsk tsk, you are so cautious, dressed like this, are you going to seduce Leng Jinyan? Can he bear it?"

"Then I don't know. Seeing me wearing this, he might not let me pass it on to other people."

The two were talking and laughing, very lively and happy, but suddenly there was a commotion outside.