Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

She nodded: "Yeah." Then she turned around and went upstairs.She gave An Ning a look and told her to follow, after all, this was someone else's house, and she was worried that An Ning would be embarrassed to face Rong Kui alone, and felt uncomfortable.

However, just as she stepped on the stairs, Rong Kui who was sitting on the sofa suddenly stood up and walked towards her.

Song Qingcheng's heart tightened, his footsteps became chaotic, and he almost tripped himself on the stairs.She tried her best to relax herself, not to think so strongly of Rong Kui's existence, and went upstairs seemingly without any abnormality.

While walking, she gave An Ning her eyes to follow, she didn't want to face Rong Kui alone.

An Ning received her call for help, and originally followed her, but when she took a step, Rong Kui suddenly glanced at her.

The meaning of that look made her stand here and don't go up.

An Ning paused, her boyfriend and girlfriend had something to say, so what's the point of going up by herself?She stood there with a wry smile, watching the two disappear behind the door of the room one after the other.

Finding that An Ning didn't keep up, Song Qingcheng felt a little overwhelmed.She casually stuffed her clothes into the suitcase, dragged her and wanted to get past Rong Kui who came into the house with her and leave.

But at the moment when the two passed by, Rong Kui held her shoulder with his hand: "Why did you suddenly decide to go back to City S?"

His dark eyes were dark, making it hard to know what he was thinking.

In fact, Song Qingcheng didn't understand either. She lowered her head and answered Rong Kui, "I want to go back and see Grandpa. I'm worried that he's not in good health."

"Anything else?" Rong Kui is not someone who is easily dismissed, he looked straight at Song Qingcheng, and continued to ask.

"It's just... woo!"

The shoulders on both sides were grasped with all their strength, their bodies were pressed against the wall, and they were forcefully kissed without any resistance. Song Qingcheng tightly closed his mouth and shook his head vigorously: "Oh!"

"You're lying." Holding her chin with his fingertips, Rong Kui said without a doubt, he lowered his head and kissed Song Qingcheng fiercely, and asked again: "Why go back?"

"..."

Such a tough Rong Kui was really beyond Song Qingcheng's expectations. She looked at him foolishly, with a blushing flush on her cheeks, and thought for a while: "There are some things that I haven't figured out yet. Being by your side will affect my judgment."

"In that case, you go back first." After getting the answer he wanted, Rong Kui released the person happily.

He smoothed Shun Song Qingcheng's slightly messy hair when he was struggling: "I'm going to go abroad for a business trip for about a week in two days. If that's the case, you should go back to City S first and pick you up after I come back."

"Okay." In a hurry to escape, Song Qingcheng didn't care what to do if Rong Kui came back from a business trip to pick him up.

She pulled the suitcase and went downstairs without saying anything.

Rong Kui didn't try to keep him any longer, he dialed the assistant's phone number: "Have someone check it out, Ms. Song's call records and whoever she met in the past few days, you can't let go of a single piece of news."

"This...Miss Song has been secretly following two skilled bodyguards, I'm afraid they are."

"I just want results." At this moment, Rong Kui was no longer what Song Qingcheng remembered, and his tyrannical expression was even a little terrifying.

He walked to the stairs on the second floor and waved to Song Qingcheng who was talking to An Ning.

Song Qingcheng was not feeling well. Rong Kui was the person she had liked for so many years. When she parted for a while, her throat was so choked that she could hardly make a sound.

She raised her hand and waved lightly: "Goodbye."

In this world, there are too many unsatisfactory things, too many joys and sorrows, maybe Rong Kui and Song Qingcheng at this moment did not expect that this side will be the last side of the two in the next few years.

At this time, Song Qingcheng was still thinking that as long as he went back to S city to find out about Duan Yudie, he would come back to find Rong Kui.

Holding the recent plane ticket she just bought, she turned her elbows and didn't know what she was thinking, and An Ning's arms were distracted: "There is still an hour and a half in time, let's go eat something."

She was in a bad mood last night, she didn't drink anything except that glass of sandu, and after she got drunk, she took the glass back to Huihao Hotel with a cold voice.

This morning, he only wanted to leave there, and he didn't find any food to eat. Now, Song Qingcheng was already hungry, and he didn't know how many times he sang the empty city plan.

An Ning, who was immersed in her own thoughts, was awakened by her, and her face was full of doubts: "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter with you? Why are you in a trance after you came out of Xiping Road? Are you sick?" Song Qingcheng worriedly put his hand on her forehead, and compared it carefully: "I don't have a fever."

She glanced at An Ning again, pressed her forehead against hers, looked at An Ning suspiciously after a while and said, "There is really nothing wrong."

"I'm fine." Being so cared for, An Ning felt warm in her heart, and she said to Song Qingcheng: "I was thinking about what to do when I returned to S City, so I didn't hear what you said."

"No wonder." Song Qingcheng exhaled reassuringly: "I just said that you are not so confused."

She repeated to An Ning again: "I'm hungry, I don't know if you are hungry. Anyway, there is still an hour and a half before boarding, why don't you go eat something, you know, once my stomach is empty, I won't be free live."

"Okay." An Ning looked around the airport and asked Song Qingcheng, "What do you want to eat?"

"Dex." Song Qingcheng answered very simply.

An Ning, who never thought she would say this, looked back at her in shock: "Baby Song, how old are you, and you still eat that stuff?"

"That's not it, did you see it outside when you came by car just now? I see that there are a lot of people buying it, so it must be delicious."

Ever since she was a child, Song Qingcheng, who was held in the palm of her hand by her grandfather, rarely touched the junk food that people said. She swallowed, and pulled An Ning's clothes: "Let's go, let's go, just once, back to S City, Grandpa will definitely not let me eat it."

It has always been like this, An Ning couldn't stand her pleading eyes the most, An Ning looked like I was afraid of you, and pushed her head away from her shoulder: "Let's go, just this time."

"Yeah." Suddenly, the childlike Song Qingcheng made a V sign and followed An Ning step by step.

It was already twelve o'clock at this time, and it was the rush hour for getting off work. In addition, there were some office buildings near the airport, so there were a lot of people.

When An Ning and Song Qingcheng walked in and out of the crowd and came out with two items, there were countless shoe prints left on the upper of the high-heeled shoes.

Although the people who came here obeyed the order, they couldn't hold back too many people, and still left an indelible impression on the two of them.

There is a lot of people, and the bustling Dexley has long since run out of vacant seats.

It was the first time that Song Qingcheng and An Ning, who were so embarrassed, looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders in a tacit understanding, and took things out of Dexter.

"Mom, those two aunts eat junk food."

A cute, white and tender little boy took his mother's hand, pointed at Song Qingcheng and An Ning and said.

The mother who had been instilling in him these things was not healthy looked at them and said to him: "Yes, the baby must not be like those two aunts, otherwise, the baby will not grow taller and cannot fight monsters."

"Well, the baby is the most obedient."

……

An Ning, who was treated as a negative teaching material, felt super ashamed. She took a sip of pearl milk tea, and looked at Song Qingcheng murderously: "Hurry up and eat, and immediately stay obediently in the waiting room for me!"

"I, I still want to..." Song Qingcheng hesitated.

"What else are you thinking?" Hey, hey, An Ning's eyes were like knives and he threw Song Qingcheng towards Song Qingcheng, who hurriedly strode towards the waiting room: "Nothing? I just want to say that this food is really not delicious, haha, haha Ha ha."

In fact, there is really nothing delicious, Song Qingcheng was biting lazily.

An Ning knew it, she grabbed into her bag, grabbed a bag of exquisitely packaged cherries, and stuffed it into her hand: "I bought this by chance when I was shopping for clothes for you yesterday, so it's easy."

Except for Grandpa and Uncle Li, only An Ning knows that Song Qingcheng likes this brand of cherries. She looks at the smiling white kitten with two paws on the packaging bag, and feels like a little sun in her heart, warming her. Huhu.

She tore one open and quickly stuffed it into An Ning's mouth.

"Hmm." With a sweet and sour taste in her mouth, An Ning stared straight at Song Qingcheng with her cute cat eyes.

Song Qingcheng didn't care about her, he peeled one off and put it in his mouth, and sat directly on the chair in the waiting room.

However, when she just sat down and saw the person sitting next to her, hey!Almost jumped up.Cold, coldly said, why is he here!
She swiped and sat up, but she didn't expect the movement to be too violent, and the chicken drumstick in her hand slipped out of the paper bag and landed on Leng Jinyan's pants.

One lap, two laps.

At this time, Song Qingcheng almost knelt down to himself when he was still thinking about counting the number of times the Chicken Leg Fort was spun on his trousers.

Looking at the greasy marks, she quickly pulled out a tissue and leaned over to wipe it off for him.

But after wiping, Song Qingcheng's movements stopped suddenly, her eyes were filled with dark cloth with faint fine lines, and there were two obvious marks on the cloth.

However, these were not a problem, Song Qingcheng awkwardly scratched his hair hanging down his cheeks, covered his face, and stood up silently.

An Ning, who was stunned from the side, looked at Song Qingcheng who was walking to her side with his face covered, swallowed, and stretched out two thumbs.

"Are you... on fire?"

"Don't talk about it." Song Qingcheng's cheeks were flushed as she wished to find someone to sneak in. She didn't even dare to look at Leng Jinyan's expression now, so she pulled An Ning and found the one who was farthest away from Leng Jinyan. place to sit.

And Leng Jinyan, who was still sitting in his original seat, accepted the baptism of everyone's eyes. He looked down at his crotch, and silently asked Chen Shu, who was dumbfounded, to bring over his computer bag and turn on the computer.

"President."

"..."

"Aren't you going to go to the bathroom to do it?" Chen Shu said the words a thousand times.

He could see it very clearly. Just now, Miss Song only touched it a few times, and the extremely flat suit trousers of his president actually had a "curve".

Let's not solve this... Chen Shu's strange eyes swept towards Leng Jinyan's lower body uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Leng Jinyan turned his head, looked at Chen Shu, and said, "Chairman Duan mentioned to me a few days ago that he hopes you will work for him."

"President, I'm wrong." Chen Shu lost all the integrity of a man, and said to Leng Jinyan in a doggy manner: "If I leave, no one will accompany you to work overtime. I made you laugh. Are you willing to do it?" ?"

It wasn't that Chen Shu didn't work hard, it was that the old chairman of the Duan family was too powerful.

Every time he saw him, Chen Shu would be crushed like a doll to the point of collapse.Thinking that he would live in the shadow of old Chairman Duan in the future, Chen Shu's eyes glistened with moving tears.

However, Leng Jinyan said that Ice Cube Man wasn't called for nothing, and he didn't give Chen Shu another look until he boarded the plane.