Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

He gave Leng Jinyan a sad look, walked over and stretched out his hand, trying to push Song Qingcheng to the opposite of Leng Jinyan.

This hand hadn't touched Song Qingcheng's shoulder wrapped in the quilt, Leng Jinyan said suddenly: "No need, you go down now."

"..." Is it interesting to tease yourself like this!

Chen Shu was about to suffer from a weak heart due to the abnormal president. This time he asked Leng Jinyan very seriously: "President, do you really not need me?"

"Go down and rest, and catch the plane tomorrow."

"Then you and Ms. Song..." The lonely man and widow were in the same room, and it had to be said that Chen Shu's heart began to waver again.

Having known him for so many years, Leng Jinyan could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression. He glanced at Chen Shu and told him: "Bring me another quilt."

"Ok."

Chen Shu took out the spare quilt and said to Leng Jin: "I'm going to rest first, and so is the president. Good night."

"Yeah." Leng Jinyan, who was still able to move his hand, unrolled the quilt and lifted it to himself.

On this day, he was considered tired, and after closing his eyes for a while, his eyelids began to fight.

On the large double bed, the two people lying on it fit perfectly.

In the darkness, the sleeping Song Qingcheng got closer and closer. At first, there was only one hand on Leng Jinyan's waist. Before he could get used to it, one foot suddenly lifted up and placed heavily on his lap.

"..." Leng Jinyan, who was asleep, was awakened by this blow. He frowned, feeling the breath near his neck, and raised his hand to take off Song Qingcheng's leg.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, it was slippery, Leng Jinyan withdrew it like an electric shock, and fireworks exploded in front of his eyes.

It is possible that no one will believe it, the dignified CEO of the Leng Group is still a pure little guy.

When he and Xu Wei fell in love back then, he had just taken over the company, and he was so busy that he didn't even have time to eat or sleep, so he couldn't think of it.

Later, Xu Wei left, and he turned into the cold look he is now.Although there are not many women who approach him because of appearance or money, but for some reason, he has no feeling.

In his heart, he may think that he already has the most perfect one, so those women have become the green leaves and dust in front of him.

As a result, Leng Jinyan even touched Song Qingcheng's calf inadvertently until now, and it was difficult to stop.

Besides, Leng Jinyan didn't know what was going on, he was very impulsive when he met Song Qingcheng, and hell, he felt that it was the most unwise decision for him to keep Song Qingcheng.

Taking a few breaths to calm down the restlessness in her heart, Leng Jinyan wrapped Song Qingcheng into a cicada pupa with a quilt, and pushed it over.

Looking at her rolling on the bed with only one head exposed, Leng Jinyan didn't know how easily she smiled under the dim bedside lamp.

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and after pulling Song Qingcheng aside, he lay down straight, pulled the quilt to cover himself, and closed his eyes again.

But suddenly, the side of the body leaned against that body again, this time it was more serious, and he directly locked his hands and feet together, locking Leng Jinyan on his body like a puppet.

"Hmm, um, so soft." She moaned, rubbing her hairy head against Leng Jinyan's chin.

The black lines all over her head, coupled with the scorching cold Leng Jinyan has completely defeated her.He knew that if he didn't think of a way to quiet Song Qingcheng, he wouldn't even think about going to sleep tonight.

He got up from the bed and looked around. Suddenly, he walked to the suitcase and took out several ties that Chen Shu had prepared and washed on different occasions.

"what are you doing?"

A voice suddenly came from behind, and Leng Jinyan's back straightened.

No one answered himself, Song Qingcheng muttered and smacked his lips, and continued to sleep with his head tilted: "I...I want to go home..."

Hearing this, Leng Jinyan paused the hand holding the tie, and squatted beside the suitcase for several minutes, before finally getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Lying on the bed, Song Qingcheng sensed a source of heat, and rolled over again, this time, with her chin lying on Leng Jinyan's lap.

Her eyelashes drooped quietly, her delicate nose moved slightly, and her pink lips were half-opened, revealing her porcelain white teeth.

As if being bewitched, Leng Jinyan let go of the tie and fell onto the bed.His body leaned down slowly, and his lips were getting closer and closer to Song Qingcheng's lips, and he could almost feel the other party's body temperature.

Her fluffy curly hair fell on the pillow, which made her small face look more like a palm.

Leng Jinyan's fingers landed on her lips at some point and pressed them lightly.

Song Qingcheng's lips were very plump, with almost no lip lines. She seemed to feel the pressure on her lips, and turned her head with a frown.

Leng Jinyan's finger fell into the air, and he came back to his senses all of a sudden, with a strange look on his face.He looked at Song Qingcheng's sleeping face, and after a while, he propped up his body.

Although the air conditioner was turned on, in the middle of the night, it was still a bit chilly after leaving the quilt.

Leng Jinyan, who was only wearing cotton pajamas, knelt on the bed with one knee, pulled out the quilt that was sandwiched between Song Qingcheng's two long legs, and covered her up to her chin.

Feeling the warmth, Song Qingcheng let out a comfortable voice happily, rolled up the quilt, and turned his back to Leng Jinyan.

Looking at her back, Leng Jinyan lowered his gaze, walked out of the bedroom with the quilt he had covered on the bed in his arms.

With the floor lamp on, he scanned the living room and walked towards the large sofa.

The sofa is made of fabric, and the color is warm yellow and beige. Leng Jinyan shook the hand holding the quilt and spread the quilt on it.

He had never experienced sleeping on a sofa before, so Leng Jinyan patted the fluffy quilt and lay down on it.

After tossing around for most of the night, as soon as he lay down, fatigue swept over him. Before Leng Jinyan's brain had time to think about what to do if Song Qingcheng woke up tomorrow morning, he fell into sleep.

In the silent night, thousands of neon lights are shining outside the window.

There is only a wall between Song Qingcheng sleeping in the bedroom and Leng Jinyan on the sofa. When Song Qingcheng woke up and rubbed his painful forehead and opened his eyes, he saw a different bedroom from No. 28 Xiping Road at a glance.

Her muddy brain was in a mess, and she couldn't think of any clues.

"Where is this place?" Song Qingcheng muttered, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, dragged the room and opened the door sleepily.

"what!"

With a scream, Song Qingcheng pointed at the shirtless man standing next to the sofa with his back to her: "Damn rascal, you dare to come to my room to take off your clothes, I...I..."

Dazed with anger, when she saw the crystal ornament on the TV cabinet, she picked it up without thinking and threw it at it.

"Boom!" The crystal ornament slammed hard on the flesh, and rolled a few times after falling on the carpet.

Leng Jinyan turned his head, and looked at her with eyes that were still a little dazed when he just woke up. After blinking, he lowered his head to look at the crystal ornament with a corner missing.

"Cold...be careful!" Looking at his face, Song Qingcheng exclaimed, she hurriedly lowered her head to look at the nightgown on her body, and moved her legs wretchedly, but she didn't notice anything unusual.

Well, although it is a bit messy, everything that should be covered is covered.

"That's good, that's good." Heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, Song Qingcheng raised his head and asked Leng Jinyan aggressively: "Why are you here? Also, where is this..."

Seeing that Song Qingcheng, who didn't even know where he was, was so confident, Leng Jinyan put on a black sweater, put on the windbreaker on the sofa, and instinctively pulled the suitcase out of the suite.

"Hey! Hey!" Being so completely ignored, Song Qingcheng didn't even have time to ask him. She trotted over, trying to hold Leng Jinyan back, but as soon as she stepped out of the room, the wind fell to sleep a few degrees lower Drill up under the robe.

"What's wrong with you?!" So cold and ruthless, Song Qingcheng curled his lips when he saw the well-dressed Leng Jinyan who walked into the elevator with his assistant.

She looked at the nightgown on her body, thinking that she should change the clothes first, before leaving here, she didn't know that Rong Kui...

Some people are just the thorns in the heart. It hurts when they don't move, and it hurts even more when they move.

She stood in the huge suite in a daze, her mind was full of images of being with Rong Kui in the past few days.

They ate noodles together, went shopping together, and when she was kidnapped, Rong Kui rescued her when she was covered in injuries.

His smile, his seriousness, his soft eyes when he looked at him, scene after scene, like a demon dragging Song Qingcheng into the abyss, willing to go to hell.

This is what Song Qingcheng dreamed of, but after getting it, he found that he was just a substitute.

That day, in the photo sent by the mysterious person, Song Qingcheng discovered at first glance that the eldest lady of the Duan family had the same type of appearance as herself, and there was even a bit of similarity between her eyebrows and eyes.

Song Qingcheng smiled wryly, this is really blatant irony.She collapsed on the sofa where the neatly folded quilt was still placed, her eyes closed.

The misty sky reflected in the suite through the gauze curtains, and also fell on Song Qingcheng's body. Two lines of tears silently flowed down her closed eyes, and her hands on the sofa clenched the quilt tightly, almost scratching it.

The wrought iron clock crawled slowly one frame at a time, and the curtains were blown again and again by the wind.

Song Qingcheng didn't wipe his face until the phone rang, don't set the ringtone, and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey."

"...Qingcheng." Rong Kui is a sensitive person, he heard Song Qingcheng's voice slightly hoarse at the first moment, he paused his hand signing the document, and asked her: "What's wrong with you, what's the voice..."

"I'm fine." Song Qingcheng interrupted his inquiry: "I caught a cold last night, and my nose didn't feel well."

"Have you taken your medicine?" Rong Kui asked subconsciously with concern when he heard that she was ill, and then he said, "You didn't go back to Xiping Road last night, did you hang out with some friend?"

"Hmm." Too much to say, Song Qingcheng simply followed Rong Kui's words, she looked at her hand that still had water marks, and said to Rong Kui: "My friend is calling me, I'll hang up first. "

"You..." Before Rong Kui could finish speaking, Song Qingcheng hung up the phone.

It was the first time Song Qingcheng hung up on the phone with Rong Kui after so many years. She looked at the phone screen and didn't look away for a long time.

Something seemed to break at this moment.

Moisture suddenly accumulated in the eyes, as if it was about to burst out in the next moment.