Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

"Excuse me, where are you going?" The driver was a middle-aged woman. Her hair was neatly brushed up, revealing her neck and smooth forehead. She looked easy to attract.

But Song Qingcheng didn't have time to look at this, she opened the car door and got in, and said to the driver, "Go to No. 28, Xiping Road."

"No. 28, Xiping Road." The driver looked back at Song Qingcheng.

"What's the matter, is there a problem?" The surprise in her eyes was so obvious that it was hard for Song Qingcheng to ignore it.

The driver smiled and waved his hand: "It's nothing." In fact, the driver was quite surprised. Xiping Road is a famous scenic villa area in H City. The world's top luxury car, the driver didn't expect that someone would take a taxi there, and she was ready to be watched.

Sure enough, as soon as the taxi arrived at Xiping Road, it was surrounded by many people driving luxury cars.

"It's strange to see a taxi here."

"I don't know where it's going. Do you want to go and see, Young Master Lin." The man in casual clothes sitting in the Maybach sports car asked the man in another car.

This man was very imposing, but exuded an unfriendly aura.His shaved hair stood up at the ends and was dyed blonde.

He tilted his head and cast a slanted glance at the abrupt taxi: "Follow."

"okay."

Xiping Road is a famous scenic villa area in H City. The taxi drove all the way, and the road was lined with sycamore trees.

In late autumn, the leaves of the sycamore tree have begun to wither one after another, exposing bare branches.

From the rearview mirror, Song Qingcheng saw the two cars following the taxi. At first, she thought they were going in this direction, so she didn't care.

However, the next moment, the window of the Maybach next to the taxi suddenly lowered, revealing a sultry face.

"Hey," the idle man whistled at her, his eyes full of teasing.

Glancing at the man, Song Qingcheng looked away.

"Those people know you?" the female driver asked Song Qingcheng. Friends who drive Maybachs and Lamborghinis are either rich or expensive.

"I don't know." Song Qingcheng replied, and after a while, he arrived outside Rong Kui's villa.

"Thank you." Taking out his wallet and paying for the taxi, Song Qingcheng took out the key to the villa from a tree hole of a sycamore tree outside the villa, opened the door and walked in.

Zheng Jie and Duan Yushen, who saw that they came with the taxi, looked at each other and smiled.

"This is big news." Zheng Jie, who was in a hurry, looked at the carved door covered with flower vines that was gradually closing, and threw a cigarette to Duan Yushen.

Duan Yushen's face was handsome and sharp, almost inhuman.

He took the cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath: "Didn't the rumors in H City say that Rong Kui doesn't like women?"

"Hey, rumors are just rumors after all." Zheng Jie gave Duan Yushen a look that you understand.

The corner of Duan Yushen's mouth twitched: "I knew this trip to H City was so interesting, so I came early in the morning." He took one last look at Rong Kui's villa, turned the steering wheel, and left Xiping Road.

The villa design here was designed by an international famous designer. After the completion, Rong Kui moved directly to the innermost villa and built it in the villa by the lake.

In the past, Song Qingcheng came here a few times when he was still a university student in City H. Rong Kui said with a smile: "No one will come here. I put the key in a place that only you know. If you want to come, you can come."

"Senior is so assured of me?" At that time, Song Qingcheng was only a sophomore in university, and his affection for Rong Kui grew day by day.

Rong Kui rubbed her hair: "I have nothing to worry about about you."

If Rong Kui had stayed away from Song Qingcheng from the very beginning, if he had never given Song Qingcheng room to imagine, then maybe Song Qingcheng would not have liked him, and would not still miss him now.

However, Song Qingcheng was so fortunate that there was such a person that she could miss, so that she would be extremely happy just thinking of seeing him now.

She rang the doorbell a few times, "Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong."

After a while, no one opened the door.

She looked at the door and muttered, "Could it be that something really happened to Rong Kui now?" Thinking of Rong Kui's attitude of working hard, Song Qingcheng quickly took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. , but found that the door was not locked.

Isn't Rong Kui such a careless person?
Confused, Song Qingcheng pushed open the door and walked in: "Rong Kui, Rong Kui."

The sound echoed in the empty room, and in the silent room, there was no other sound except Song Qingcheng's.

No one answered the call, and the door was open again when he came to the room. Song Qingcheng put the suitcase in his hand directly in the living room, and rushed up to the second floor.

As soon as he walked to the door of the second bedroom, the door of the master bedroom suddenly clicked and opened from the inside out. A woman wrapped in a bath towel and with wet hair came out, wiping her hair with a towel.

Seeing her, Song Qingcheng's footsteps stopped.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" With the woman's appearance, anyone with a discerning eye knows what happened in this villa, but Song Qingcheng doesn't want to believe it.

The woman who was wiping her hair was also a little dazed when she saw Song Qingcheng, she smiled and said: "This is Mr. Rong's villa, I still want to ask who are you?"

As she spoke, she scanned Song Qingcheng up and down on the ground. With a woman's sixth sense, she felt a kind of crisis.

Song Qingcheng, who was being questioned, was suffocating in her heart. Instead of answering the woman's question, she passed her directly and walked towards the master bedroom.

"What are you doing? Why are you rushing around like this?"

Song Qingcheng didn't stop talking to her, she walked over and grabbed the doorknob of the master bedroom door.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Rong Kui appeared in her line of sight with his bare upper body. His white upper body had eight-pack abs.

"..."

"... Qingcheng?" Rong Kui, who was only wearing a pair of gray home trousers, put his index finger on his glasses, and his slightly messy hair covered his smooth forehead.

He glanced at the woman behind Song Qingcheng, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, standing in the corridor. He looked at her with sharp eyes that were so deep that the hairs on the back of the woman's neck could not be seen. Stand up.

The woman knew that Rong Kui was not as gentle and elegant as the outside rumors said, she didn't have time to say anything, she hurriedly put on her clothes and shoes, and left the road.

For a while, the villa returned to dead silence.

Looking at the sunshine blocked by the door, Song Qingcheng felt depressed, turned around and went downstairs.

I didn't want to, but my arm was pulled.

"Are you leaving now?" Dripping hair covered Rong Kui's gaze, preventing Song Qingcheng from seeing the expression on his face.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the ground and said, "You didn't answer the phone call. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I came to take a look. Since you are safe and sound, I am relieved." As she spoke, she struggled with her wrist, thinking Get your hands free.

However, Rong Kui is a man, his eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses, and he suddenly exerted force on his hand.

"Ah! Rong Kui..."

"The purpose of your coming to City H is not only this, tell me, why?"

"I..." Song Qingcheng was directly imprisoned in his arms just now, not only her waist was tightly held down, as long as she moved, the hand on his chest would touch his warm skin.

She wanted to avoid it, but it was inevitable.

The thoughtful and sensitive Song Qingcheng looked at Rong Kui, who had an unclear expression, and felt something was wrong. She pressed hard against her chest under her hand and bent down to avoid his breathing: "Rong Kui... let me go, I'm leaving .”

"What are you here for?" Rong Kui asked again.

He is a person who is good at catching other people's thoughts. Looking at Song Qingcheng's slightly rosy cheeks, he knows that as long as he lets go of her now, she will not take the initiative to take the first step just like himself. It is even more difficult to make progress in time.

What's more, she saw that woman just now...

Song Qingcheng, who was being questioned, blushed when he thought of what his grandfather said would make the two of them get married sooner.

She raised her eyes and looked at Rong Kui: "I just want to come here to have a look. A few days ago, didn't the class monitor inform me that an alumni meeting will be held in Huihao Hotel in three days?"

"So that's the case." Seeing her dodging eyes, Rong Kui knew it was a lie, but he didn't expose it. Instead, he smiled and let her go, and said to her, "Have you found a classmate to go with?"

"...No...no." Taking a step back, Song Qingcheng scratched her hair in embarrassment.

The alumni association was pulled out randomly, although there was something to it, but for a while, where did Song Qingcheng go to find some classmates.

She could only shake her head: "I came in a hurry, An Ning has other things these few days, and she won't arrive until that day."

"Since there is no one, I will go with you that day."

"Hmm!" Song Qingcheng was still a little confused when he didn't expect things to develop like this: "Okay, okay."

It's been a long time since I saw the silly Song Qingcheng Rong Kui, and he couldn't help reaching out and stroking her hair, just like in school.

"Go down and sit down first, I will come later."

Song Qingcheng nodded embarrassingly. The person he liked stood in front of him with his upper body naked, and no one would be uncomfortable.She nodded, turned and went down the stairs.

She didn't say she was very familiar with this villa, but she was familiar with it eighty percent.

Song Qingcheng had just put away the suitcase in the living room when his stomach suddenly growled.

She was a little too excited this morning, and she didn't even feel like eating at home, and she was even less in the mood to eat on the plane.Now, the stomach finally protested.

"Don't worry, I'll fill you up right away." Touching her flat stomach, Song Qingcheng rushed into the kitchen.Because Rong Kui is a very good cook, once you open the refrigerator, there is everything in it.

Looking at the various ingredients, Song Qingcheng thought about it and decided to make the simplest one - boiled noodles.

Eggs, broth, a handful of vegetables.

After changing his clothes, Rong Kui came down and smelled the fragrance.

Hearing the voice from the kitchen, he walked over.

Song Qingcheng didn't realize his arrival, and was still cleaning the green vegetables. After the noodles were cooked, he put the vegetables into the boiling pot.

She was about to turn around and take out two bowls, when she caught sight of Rong Kui standing at the door of the kitchen out of the corner of her eyes.

Her movements paused, and then she took out the bowl as if nothing had happened and put it on the table: "This is yours." She pointed to the bowl of noodles on the left.

Rong Kui let out a "hmm" and sat down on the chair.

Song Qingcheng is a young lady, and her grandfather dotes on her. Naturally, her cooking skills are not very good. The only thing she can cook is noodles.

She remembered that when she was in college, Rong Kui didn't know how to cook at that time, and she was not as good at cooking as she is now. Every time she came to Rong Kui's place, the two of them would just cook noodles.

After cooking and cooking, the two of them were scared to eat. For two whole months, they felt nauseous when they saw noodle-shaped food.