Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

"Ahhh... Leng Jinyan, I'm going to kill you!" Song Qingcheng, like a lion whose tail has been stepped on, grabbed the knife on the table and stabbed at Leng Jinyan.

Her first kiss was to be left to her lover who will spend her whole life together in the future...

"My dear fiancee, are you trying to murder your husband?" Leng Jinyan grabbed her wrist holding the knife, gaining the upper hand for the first time tonight, which put him in a very good mood.

Leng Jinyan leaned over and made a gesture to kiss her again, Song Qingcheng shook her hand in fright, grabbed her bag and rushed out of the room.

Looking at the empty doorway, Leng Jinyan smiled charmingly.The fingertips across the thin lips, the taste is good.

"Leng Jinyan, you bastard, shameless, despicable, nasty... I curse you for not being able to do so!" Song Qingcheng poked his head out from the door, and cursed viciously.

"Dear fiancee, are you cursing your husband?" Leng Jinyan moved his long legs and walked towards the door.

He fell in love with this cat and mouse game, no wonder she had so much fun just now.

"Bah, who is your fiancée, shameless!" Song Qingcheng's phoenix eyes widened, seeing him approaching, she immediately raised the hairs all over her body, "You wait for my aunt!"

"You are always welcome."

"Waiting for your sister!" Song Jinyan ran away again.

Leng Jinyan waited for a while, but didn't see her come back, raised his eyebrows, and walked out.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen an unmarried couple quarreling?"

After Leng Jinyan left, Song Qingcheng glared at the scantily clad women, and slammed the door angrily away.

Damn Leng Jinyan, did he think of her as the woman in the box?

At this moment, Song Qingcheng didn't realize that she was the one who "molested" Leng Jinyan, so how could she be molested by Leng Jinyan in turn?
It wasn't until the 'night' came out that the cold wind that extinguished it made her wake up a little bit: the revolution has not yet succeeded, and she still needs to continue to work hard!

It's just that this ideal is always full, and the reality is very backbone.

The whistling wind got in through the hole in the jeans, as if it was going to blow through the skin and into the bone marrow. Song Qingcheng shivered indistinctly, and subconsciously wanted to find a safe haven.

After looking around, I couldn't find the car key.

"Strange, where did my key go?" Song Qingcheng patted his head, trying to remember where he put the key, but the result was still the same.

Miss Song didn't get confused for a day or two, An Ning said how she threw things away all day long to see if she didn't lose herself one day.

Now it's all right. I lost the car keys. Is it possible that I have to walk back?
By the way, peace!
When Song Qingcheng was extremely depressed, she thought, An Ning seemed to follow her to "Nightlight"?She was afraid that An Ning would hinder her plan, so she didn't let An Ning follow her up, so she stuffed something into An Ning's arms, was it the car keys?

She really admired her memory so much, she turned around without any hesitation and wanted to go back into 'Night', only one step away, but she took two steps back.

In order to avoid meeting that bastard Leng Jinyan again, she decided to call An Ning.

"Strange, how come no one answered An Ning's call?"

After calling several times in a row, there was nothing else but the cold mechanical female voice, and in the end, I didn't call anymore.

It must be too noisy in the bar!
Unbeknownst to him, the tranquility at this moment has already been entangled.

An Ning is worried. Song Qingcheng looks for Leng Jinyan alone, because that Leng Jinyan sounds like a big bad wolf that will eat a little white rabbit at any time. The White Rabbit was no better.

Even if Song Qingcheng stopped her, she was still worried. This was the role of best friends.

However, before she could take a step, she was stopped by a handsome figure in front of her.

"Get out of the way!" An Ning didn't come here to hunt for beauty, she cared about Song Qingcheng, and of course her tone was not kind.

If it were an ordinary man, he would have moved away long ago, but the man in front of him not only did not move away, but a smile was still drawn on his thin lips.

The lights of the bar refracted over, and it was a little more sinister.

"There aren't many women that Ben Shao can fall in love with!" Wang Fan curled his lips, "Miss An, would you like me to have a drink?"