Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

At that time, she and An Ning were indignantly writing lyrics about what happened that night in a private restaurant.

"So, that day you were left halfway by Leng Jinyan?"

As long as An Ning thought of a beautiful woman like Song Qingcheng being thrown on the road at night, she wanted to laugh, but seeing Song Qingcheng's righteous indignation, she could only hold back.

"Hey, An Ning, what do you mean?" Song Qingcheng cast an angry look at the laughing woman across the way, "And if you weren't so drunk that day, do you think I would meet that facial paralysis with my personality?"

"Me?" An Ning pointed to the tip of her nose. Although her expression was a bit unbelievable, she finally nodded, "Well, even if it's me, then... you and Mr. Leng didn't talk about anything?"

"No, no, no! What is there to talk about with that facial paralysis!" Song Qingcheng felt inexplicably irritated whenever he thought of Leng Jinyan's frozen face.

An Ning patted the back of her hand to comfort her.

"However, one of you doesn't want to marry, and the other doesn't want to marry, why don't you just make it clear?"

An Ning raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Qingcheng: "Or did you forget the Rong Kui deep in your heart once you saw Leng Jinyan's beauty?"

The ending of this sentence rose slightly, with a hint of joking.

"How is it possible?" Song Qingcheng rolled her eyes angrily, "Please, this lady is very dedicated, besides, how can that man who pretends to be innocent on the outside and has a scumbag character compare to my male god!"

Every time when Rong Kui was mentioned, Song Qingcheng always had a rich expression on his face. The already good face and the high spirits made people want to take a few more glances.

An Ning lowered her eyes, suppressed her smile, and there was a little more loneliness in her eyes.

It's a pity that Song Qingcheng, who has been immersed in the longing for Rong Kui, didn't find anything unusual.

She even patted the back of An Ning's hand: "When I settle Leng Jinyan, I'll confess to the male god. What if the male god accepts me? Hey, An An, you should find one too, and then we can be together." We went out to play together in pairs..."

"I..." An Ning's eyes flickered for a few seconds, and she had already hidden her emotions well. She poked Song Qingcheng's head with her finger, "You, let's think about how to deal with Leng Jinyan!"

"Yes, it's really annoying!" Song Qingcheng rested her chin in incomparable annoyance.

"Forget it, stop talking about those disappointing things, and eat the vegetables!" Song Qingcheng tried very hard to restore the atmosphere to its original state.

An Ning naturally cooperated very well and raised his glass.

"Hey, Miss An, don't drink too much today! You are really heavy!"

An Ning rolled her eyes, and imitated Song Qingcheng's tone just now: "Miss Song, I think you are really restless recently. I drink fruit juice, can this also get you drunk?"

"It seems that Leng Jinyan really bothered you!"

"Who said?" Song Qingcheng refused to admit it with his mouth, but he agreed with it in his heart.

What she likes in her heart is Rong Kui, and Leng Jinyan clearly doesn't want to marry, but her grandfather's health is not good, so she really doesn't know how to speak up.

"I just don't know how to tell Grandpa!"

"Why did you say that?" An Ning rolled his eyes at him, "Didn't you say that Leng Jinyan didn't want to marry either?"

"Leng Jinyan doesn't want to marry either, but... I have it!" Song Qingcheng suddenly thought of something, and the troubles on his face were swept away.

Since she can't speak, let Leng Jinyan speak first!

Song Qingcheng gave her 32 likes for such a wise idea. This idea is really too much, and she really admires herself.

"Song Qingcheng, are you crazy?" An Ning patted Song Qingcheng on the shoulder, then pointed around.

Seeing the gazes projected from all around, Song Qingcheng finally restrained himself a bit, but there was still a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Oh, An Ning, you won't understand!" The feeling of being enlightened turned out to be pretty good!
"It's over, it's over!" An Ning looked at Song Qingcheng with hopeless eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that Song Qingcheng was still in a state of forgetting to take medicine when the call came in, An Ning put the phone into her hand with a look of disgust: "Quickly answer the call, or your Leng Jinyan can't wait." Already!"

"Leng Jinyan's phone call?" Song Qingcheng immediately laughed and trembled, but the second he picked up the phone, he changed into another person: "Mr. Leng, what's your business?"

"Okay, that's it!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingcheng got up completely: "Today's character is really amazing, it's as if all wishes come true!"

"An Ning, I can't have dinner with you today, let's go first, bye!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure had disappeared at the door.

"If you are reckless, there will be no accidents, right?" An Ning couldn't let go, so she followed after him.