Chapter 168 "Then why does he kiss people?"

Jing Zhuo narrowed his eyes and covered Song Xi's ears with his backhand.

It was the first time I said something immoral, cruel, and almost wouldn't pass muster.

"If your backside is itchy, just give it a fuck. I don't mind taking legal action and putting you in jail. There are plenty of men there, so you can have enough of your remembrance."

When Lu Ye heard this, his smiling face instantly turned completely cold.

"Jing Zhuo, do you have to be so hurtful when you say something?"

"You were the one who disgusted me first."

At this time, there was a colorful light coming from the side, and a traffic police car stopped on the side of the road.

Several traffic police came towards us and handled the problem as usual.

Song Xi reported his identity information and explained the reason, hoping that both parties would follow the formal procedures and that the car behind would be fully responsible.

Lu Ye agreed readily.

Afterwards, the traffic police brigade hired someone to tow the car to the 4S shop for evaluation.

Jing Zhuo didn't even turn his head, held Song Xi's hand and prepared to walk towards his Bentley.

Behind him, Lu Ye called him.

"I just want to ask, when you kissed me while I was sleeping, weren't you even a little moved?"

Just one thing, he kept it in his mind for so many years.

Even when he was exiled abroad, he thought about this matter every day and every minute.

Unable to let go, unable to forget, unable to reconcile.

Jing Zhuo stopped and thought for more than ten seconds before he realized that there was such a ridiculous thing.

He took a deep breath, his voice full of resentment: "That person is Xie Qingcheng, not me."

Lu Ye was stunned: "What did you say?"

Jing Zhuo realized it later and reacted.

Everyone is fucking speechless.

If one doesn’t say it, the other one doesn’t know.

emmmmmmmm misunderstanding for so many years.

It turned out to be because of that 'kiss' action.

Feeling depressed, he picked up his cell phone and called Xie Qingcheng.

The phone rang for a long time and then he hung up.

Jing Zhuo gritted his teeth and hit again.

After three attempts, the call was finally answered slowly by the other end, and Xie Qingcheng's low breathing sound came, hoarse and impatient.

"What are you doing? It's dark, and I'm busy. Are you annoying?"

Jing Zhuo: "300 meters from the Bank of Communications Building on Fengxiang Road. Come here and explain what you did to me."

Xie Qingcheng: “?”

Before he could react, Jing Zhuo had already hung up the phone.

Mingcan, who was lying under him, overheard this and asked curiously, "What disgusting things did you do back then?"

Xie Qingcheng: "How would I know?"

He held her head and followed with his lips: "Continue."

Mingcan turned his head away and said, "Your brother is calling you, why don't you leave?"

"My brother hasn't eaten yet, why should I leave?"

…

Twenty minutes later, Xie Qingcheng's car stopped.

Jing Zhuo sat in the car with the windows closed tightly, leaving no gap at all.

There were small cakes and yogurt in the car refrigerator, and he was taking them out to coax his wife.

Not far away, Lu Ye was leaning against a tall off-road vehicle, holding a cigarette between his fingertips and smoking slowly.

There is a very strange atmosphere.

Xie Qingcheng was very curious and looked at both sides with great joy. She knocked on Jing Zhuo's car window.

"Zhuo, what's going on? Are you being harassed again?"

He was just enjoying the fun: "To be honest, I'm really touched. Lu Ye, that kid, may not be good at anything else, but he's really loyal. After so many years abroad, he still loves me when he returns."

"He loves the wrong person. You are the only one he should love."

Jing Zhuoleng threw out a sentence, reached out to take the cigarette box out of his pocket, raised his hand and threw it accurately into Lu Ye's arms.

Lu Ye caught it with one hand.

"Xie Qingcheng's favorite mint cigarette brand. Take a good smell and think about who kissed you back then. Take a good look and think about who your white moonlight should be."

Xie Qingcheng: “?”

He had a bad feeling and turned around to ask, "What do you mean?"

Jing Zhuo: "You kissed him back then, and he remembered it for years. He even remembered the smell of mint cigarettes on you. I've been taking the blame for you for over a decade. Go away and explain yourself."

After he finished speaking, he rolled up the window and stepped on the accelerator without mercy.

The black Bentley disappeared at the fastest speed.

Song Xi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, kept his mouth shut the entire time, listening to the whole story with his ears perked up. He looked at the figure that was constantly retreating in the rearview mirror, feeling unsatisfied.

"You just drove away like that?"

Jing Zhuo: "What?"

"Aren't you curious about what they'll say?"

Jing Zhuo's eyes showed disgust for a second.

"No."

If his wife hadn't asked him this, he wouldn't want to say a word, listen to a single sentence, or stay for even a second.

The car accelerated.

Song Xi was trying to make small talk.

"Brother Nian, I'm a little curious." She leaned forward slightly and asked nervously, "Is Xie Qingcheng gay?"

Jing Zhuo: "Straight."

If he was gay, he would have broken off his friendship with Xie Qingcheng eight hundred years ago.

"Then why does he kiss her?" Song Xi was puzzled.