Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

It wasn't until the rain stopped that Bai Fan stood up after reciting the scriptures that he saw Wu Han standing outside. He gave Wu Han a compassionate look as if his eyes were covered by a layer of light veil, and put his hands together: "Amitabha, this benefactor , May I ask if there is anything I can help you with?"

Little monk?

Wu Han twisted his masculine eyebrows: "You are a monk?" Isn't this a nun?How did you become a monk?

Regarding the fact that he mistook Bai Fan for a nun, Wu Han regretted it a hundred times. If he had known that he was a man, he would not have lost his heart so quickly, but it was too late to say anything now.

No matter how unwilling, we can only be friends.

He shook the bottle in his hand, and said to Bai Fan: "This time, can I stay in Sandu for a full month?"

"It's up to you." Bai Fan walked out of the bar and went straight to the second floor, ignoring Wu Han at all.

Wu Han was not angry either, and followed him step by step, like a pug.

Leng Jinyan said that he couldn't understand the weird way these two people got along with each other. He lifted Song Qingcheng, who was slipping a bit, out of Sandu with his arm.

Chen Shu, who had been waiting outside for a long time, saw him coming out with someone in his arms, and quickly opened the car door: "Mr. Leng, Miss Song is...?"

"It's just drunk." Leng Jinyan put Song Qingcheng into the back seat of the car, and said to Chen Shu: "Let's go, remember to find a waitress in Huihao to wash and dress her later."

"Yes." Mr. Leng was always so thoughtful. Sometimes, Chen Shu felt that he was useless.

He closed the car door for the two of them, and drove straight to Huihao Hotel.Because it was night, the traffic was not so crowded, so his speed was not too slow, and he arrived at the entrance of Huihao Hotel very quickly.

Leng Jinyan pulled up Song Qingcheng who was limp and collapsed on the back seat.

Unexpectedly, with too much force, she leaned directly on Leng Jinyan's chest, and her hot breath sprayed on his skin separated by two clothes, warm, and penetrated into his blood directly through the flesh.

Feeling the tightness in his lower abdomen, Leng Jinyan frowned: "Ah!"

This is the first time, as long as he keeps touching Song Qingcheng, his body will react violently.There was something wrong when I picked her up in the bar just now, but now, there is a direct chemical reaction.

He lowered his head, looked at Song Qingcheng who was obediently leaning against his body with his side face, suppressed the abnormality of his body, lost his usual calmness in his movements, picked her up and walked towards the hotel.

After these few days, most of the people in the hotel are familiar with Leng Jinyan, the wealthy president, and when they saw him coming in with someone in his arms, they all had expressions of being overwhelmed.

"It seems that the president has his own heart." Waiter A held his face enviously, the green light almost blinded the eyes of waiter B next to him.

Waiter B abducted his companion's hand: "Don't think about it, be more realistic, look at the one in the CEO's arms, you want to have a good figure, you want to have a good face, don't fancy who she likes, let's go. "

"Hey, it's fantasy." Waiter A said unwillingly.

While being dragged away by her friend, she looked back at Leng Jinyan who had already entered the elevator.

"No matter how imaginative it is, it's impossible."

……

The presidential suite where Leng Jinyan lived was on the top floor. He stood at the door of his suite with Song Qingcheng in his arms, and asked Chen Shu, "Has anyone been found?"

"Here we are." Chen Shu pointed to the middle-aged waitress standing behind him.

The waitress was a bit introverted, she lowered her head: "Hello, Mr. Leng, I was hired by Mr. Chen to wash up that lady."

Chen Shu had already told her about Song Qingcheng's situation just now, so the waitress went straight to the point without procrastinating.

Her neat style of doing things was cold and sincere, and he also admired her. He carried Song Qingcheng into the bathroom.

Next to the bathtub is a soft chair shaped like an ancient chaise longue, with bright lights and the fragrance of flowers.

Putting Song Qingcheng on the soft chair, Leng Jinyan turned around and backed out: "After washing and changing, put her on the bed, Chen Shu, book another suite for me."

"?" Chen Shu looked like the audience didn't understand me. He walked up to Leng Jinyan with an expression that you understood: "Mr. Leng, this Miss Song is your fiancée, this couple sleeps in the same room ..."

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After receiving the frozen beam from his own president, Chen Shu quickly covered his mouth: "I'll go right away, go right away, go now."

Leng Jinyan looked away, nodded and sat on the sofa to turn on the computer.

When Bai Fan called just now, he was dealing with an urgent document and needed to hold a video conference to discuss with other managers.

The people in the company are all hand-picked by Leng Jinyan. They are all capable in their respective fields, and their work efficiency is extremely high.

After a while, the meeting came to an end.

One of the managers saw from the video that Leng Jinyan was in a hotel, and she asked, "The president said he would be back two days before leaving, and it's the fourth day now, is there anything difficult?"

This manager is not very old. From the video, he is about 26 years old.

Because it was night, she was dressed very casually, a light blue embroidered silk nightdress, and a milky white shawl when she was in a meeting, which had both the charm of a mature woman and the ability of a strong woman.

When she spoke, she looked straight at Leng Jinyan, which was not very subtle.

During the meeting, these few are Leng Jinyan's capable subordinates, and they are also good friends in life.

The meeting was over, and their prototypes were revealed one by one: "President, you and Manager Wei are chatting first, my wife is telling me to sleep, let's go first!"

"Oh, my stomach hurts." The manager of the development department covered his stomach with a sad face, and winked at Leng Jinyan and said: "Go to the bathroom, you talk first, I'll withdraw."

Various reasons, various reasons, within a second, everyone except Wei Ling withdrew.

Leng Jinyan put the document signed with his name into the folder, and apologized to Wei Ling in the video: "That's the end of this meeting. I'll go back to City S tomorrow morning and go to bed early."

After the voice fell, the video was turned off without hesitation. The speed and indifference made Chen Shu, who was watching, want to cry for Wei Ling.

He quickly handed the room card he just brought to Leng Jinyan: "President, this is the room card for the suite next to it. Miss Song will sleep here tonight." He has seen the cold wind and moon of the president, I don't want to experience it myself.

"Yeah." After receiving the room card and putting the computer away, Leng Jinyan stood up, picked up the bathrobe she put in the closet, and prepared to go back to the suite to take a shower and sleep, before catching the plane tomorrow morning.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and a stream of water vapor with the scent of shower gel diffused out.

Hearing the voice, Leng Jinyan raised his eyes subconsciously, and unexpectedly met a pair of crystal clear eyes that had been washed by water vapor.

The owner of the eyes grinned, opened his arms and said to Leng Jinyan, "Hug."

……

What would you do if a woman who was only wearing a bathrobe and was washed pink and tender stood in front of you.

Leng Jinyan gave a yes answer, turned around and left.However, as soon as he walked to the door of the room, he suddenly felt two arms with moisture on his waist, and there was also a weight on his back.

He looked down and saw Song Qingcheng's arms hugging his waist tightly, his fingers clasped tightly.

Then I heard Song Qingcheng's voice from behind: "I'm so drunk, I feel so uncomfortable."

"Sleep when you're drunk." Leng Jinyan had never dealt with drunks before. He tried to push Song Qingcheng's arm away and asked the waitress to put her to sleep. However, the drunk Song Qingcheng was like a strongman, with ten fingers The buckle turned red, but he still held onto it tightly, getting tighter and tighter.

Her voice was sobbing: "Why didn't you tell me about the matter between you and that young lady of the Duan family? Why did you accept me when I came to H City? Rong Kui, I feel so sad, my heart is so sad!"

Song Qingcheng let go of his arms, grabbed the bathrobe on his chest with one hand, and beat hard with the other, as if he would feel better if he beat it.

But Leng Jinyan, who has experienced this, knows that it is useless.

He turned around and stood in front of Song Qingcheng, looked down at her who was sitting on the carpet crying like a helpless child, and remained silent.

For a moment, the only sound in the presidential suite was Song Qingcheng's crying, and the three unrelated onlookers were at a loss.

The waitress felt that she was just an ordinary person, and she couldn't get involved in the affairs of these big people. She bowed to Leng Jinyan and Chen Shu, and left first.

Looking at the back of the waitress, whether Chen Shu stayed or left, he was so embarrassed that the lines on his forehead increased a few times.

However, the hero and heroine of the incident did not notice his discomfort.

Leng Jinyan just looked down at Song Qingcheng, and after a while, he reached out and took out his neatly folded handkerchief, and handed it to her eyes.

Song Qingcheng raised her head in a daze, her eyes followed his hand holding the handkerchief up numbly, suddenly, she put her hand on Leng Jinyan's hand holding the handkerchief, supported her body, stood up and raised her arms It hung directly on Leng Jinyan's neck.

In an instant, their breaths were intertwined.

Leng Jinyan, who hugged Song Qingcheng almost instinctively, wanted to let her go, but as soon as she let go, Song Qingcheng, who had been leaning against him quietly, immediately groaned and dawdled on him, causing him to hug her quickly .

"Make the bed." Leng Jinyan said to Chen Shu with a cold face.

Chen Shu, who had been stunned for a long time, nodded stupidly, walked to the bedroom mechanically, opened the quilt, and turned a corner.

Like conjoined twins, the two slowly moved in, Leng Jinyan ignored Chen Shu's shocking face, supported Song Qingcheng's waist with one hand, and her head with the other, and put her on the bed.

Song Qingcheng who touched the bed was very obedient, she even rubbed her cheek against Leng Jinyan's arm, and curled up into a ball in the cup.

It is said that people who sleep in this position are extremely insecure, and this is to regain the feeling of being in the mother's womb.

Leng Jinyan looked at Song Qingcheng, his eyes fell on the corners of her teary eyes, and his heart moved slightly.

He didn't know what happened today, but he got a general understanding from what she said when she was drunk.

Originally, he thought that Rong Kui and Song Qingcheng would be very suitable, after all, they like each other.But he didn't expect that such a result would happen so soon, which was beyond his expectation.

Song Qingcheng, who was gradually sleeping, blushed, Leng Jinyan withdrew her gaze, gently twitched the hand that was pressed under her neck, and was about to leave.

But just as he moved, Song Qingcheng frowned.

"En." She moved her body, and this time she put her hands together and hugged Leng Jinyan's arm in her arms.In an instant, two lumps of warm soft flesh were attached to his arms.

Even if he thinks with his toes, he still knows what is sticking to his arm.

Leng Jinyan's already indifferent face was June Feixue. With his embraced arms, he sat on the edge of the bed and turned to Chen Shu, "Move Miss Song away."

"I...I..." Chen Shu now realized what it means to fight between gods and mortals.