Chapter 867 Husband

Song Cun's breath was unstable due to his kiss, but he still reminded him rationally, "Don't make Mom wait anxiously."

Liang Zhouheng slowly let her go, took out his cell phone with one hand, and held her hand tightly with the other.

Song Cun could feel the burning in his palms and wondered what he would say to his mother later.

The call was connected, and Song Cun heard him briefly inform, "The certificate has been obtained, don't worry, I will be back later, don't wait, go do what you need to do."

Song Cun guessed his mother was probably asking why they weren't going home, because she heard him frivolously reply to the other end of the phone, "Getting to work. Are you sure you want to hear that?"

Less than two seconds after saying this, he hung up the phone.

The green light came on, he released the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator, and the green Porsche rushed out with a "whoosh" like an arrow from a bow.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped steadily in the underground garage. Usually, Liang Zhouheng's driving was as steady as his personality. It was the first time that Song Cun saw him drive a sports car at a speed higher than that of a sports car. Along the way, she held the handle tightly, and her hands were sweating.

He turned off the engine, but she still couldn't come back to her senses, as if her consciousness had been left behind and hadn't caught up yet, until he loosened his seat belt and pressed down on her the next second.

His soul seemed to have returned to its place all of a sudden. Song Cun's whole body felt hot. He held his head and whispered, "How about we go home first?"

There was no movement in the underground garage, but it was empty on all sides. Song Cun reluctantly accepted his aggressive kiss with uneasiness and trepidation.

He held her lips, his tone heavier, "If you can't bear it anymore, scream again, and I'll think about it."

Song Cun carefully observed the movements outside the car window, and suddenly his voice became tense, "Be careful, someone is coming."

After that, she gave him a quick push.

Liang Zhouheng leaned forward to block the view and glanced out the window. When he looked back, Song Cun quickly unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the car door.

Liang Zhouheng was so angry that he laughed. He opened the car door helplessly, walked over in two steps, held her hand again, and pulled her towards the elevator.

As soon as the door opened, Liang Zhouheng picked up the person from the ground. The door closed behind him with a "bang", and Song Cun was carried directly to the bed by him.

Song Cun was stripped naked by him in a few seconds. Under him was the cold silk sheet, and on top of him was the steaming hot man ready to go.

However, unlike his impatience in the car just now, he was silent for a long time after getting on the bed.

Those extremely aggressive gazes moved along her eyes, to the tip of her nose, to her tightly pursed chin, down to her neck and collarbone, until they scraped down inch by inch.

The wind blew so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.

This feeling was like torture to her. Song Cun's toes curled tighter and tighter until she could no longer hold it in. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to signal him with her eyes to attack her quickly.

He pressed his body down, his lips brushed across the tip of her nose, and breathed between the side of her neck and the shell of her ear, "Aren't you screaming yet?"

Song Cun then realized that he had been waiting.

The itchiness in her neck was so severe that it penetrated her heart and lungs. She tilted her head to the side, gritted her teeth, and called out in a very low and short voice, "Husband."

However, he certainly wouldn't give up. He turned her face over and forced her to look him in the eye. "Again."

Song Cun's heart was filled with great shame, and her cheeks flushed, but as soon as her eyes met his serious and determined gaze, her heart suddenly calmed down.

Her lips moved slightly, her eyes did not avoid, and she called out clearly, "Husband."

"Wife"

"I love you"

"Wife, wife..."

After Song Cun's teeth were pried open, her mouth was no longer so hard. Liang Zhouheng didn't bother to count, but in the next hour or so, he finally got what he wanted and heard her call "husband" many times, with different tones, different rhythms, different breaths... one after another.