Seeing that her complexion was good, Song Hengjue's flustered heart calmed down a lot. However, he did not expect that after he quickly cleaned up the dishes in the living room and returned to the third floor, he was met with a tightly locked door. His expression went blank for a moment, and he tentatively reached out a hand to knock on the door: "Yang Qingheng?"
"What?" Yang Qingheng opened the door, wiping her hair with one hand, the ends of her hair still dripping wet.
Song Hengjue's eyes drifted into the room, his mind racing, and he grabbed the corner of the towel: "Why are you drying your hair yourself today? I'll do it."
You have to squeeze in by turning your body to one side.
Yang Qingheng remained expressionless, slamming the door shut and trapping half of his body inside: "Get out. I'm in a bad mood right now and don't want to argue with you."
"I want to go back to my room to sleep." Song Hengjue's face was distorted from being caught in the door, and he stared straight at her, looking like a big dog that had made a mistake, about to droop its invisible tail at any moment.
They used every trick in the book to get into the room.
He's not stupid. If he does it once, he'll do it again. If he can't go back to his room to sleep tonight, it might be difficult for him to move back in the future.
He has a wife, why should he be left alone in an empty house!
"Pleading and cajoling won't work on me. I think we should both calm down until things are resolved." Yang Qingheng poured cold water on his enthusiasm, raised her chin, and gestured for him to leave.
Seeing her cold face, Song Hengjue knew she was really angry, so he didn't dare to cause any more trouble and obediently withdrew.
He's smart to be sensible.
Yang Qingheng hung the towel around her neck, closed the door behind her, and before her bottom even touched the sofa, a weak sound came from outside the door again.
"Are you sure you don't need me to dry your hair?"
"roll."
...So fierce.
Song Hengjue touched his nose, gazing longingly in the direction of the room. He finished washing up in a daze, and it was already 11 p.m. He shook the water off his head haphazardly and scooped it up to the side.
Song Hengjue: ...It's over.
He couldn't bring himself to take out his underwear, which he had already thrown into the laundry basket, and wear it again. With a determined look, he tied on his bathrobe and headed outside.
"Yang..." As he walked to the door, just as he was about to knock, his eyes darkened, his knuckles slightly bent, and he untied one of the ties.
Half of his chest was partially exposed, hidden under the black bathrobe. His muscles were firm, and at first glance it looked like he had just casually draped it over his shoulders, appearing lazy and carefree. Only Song Hengjue knew how loose the side ties were; they could easily fall to the ground with just a touch.
Given Yang Qingheng's lecherous nature...
Song Hengjue's ears burned, but when he turned his head, he saw his unseemly appearance reflected in the tiles. His blood rushed to his head, and he quickly looked away.
...Wouldn't that be a bit too dissolute?
If Yang Qingheng kicks him out of there disheveled, he'll lose all face.
Song Hengjue shuddered at the thought of that scene.
At midnight, a furtive figure climbed up the drainpipe to Yang Qingheng's window.
For the first time, Song Hengjue realized how useful these unsightly drainage pipes were.
Stepping through the window, I curled up on the bed, tiptoed to the closet, pulled out my clothes, and eagerly put them on. Only then did the chilly feeling finally disappear.
He stuffed a pair of pants into his pocket and was about to climb over the railing.
"We're here, how about we take a nap? If he doesn't touch her, she won't find out, right?"
With his legs dangling on the balcony, Song Hengjue was somewhat tempted. Before he could think it through, he had already reached the edge of the bed.
The person on the bed was fast asleep, his tense brows relaxed, and a pair of fleshy lips were hidden in the darkness. Song Hengjue's Adam's apple bobbed, and his peach blossom eyes revealed a struggle.
A gentle nudge shouldn't wake him up, right?
As if by some strange twist of fate, Yang Qingheng's peaceful sleeping face kept getting magnified in my gaze.
The urgent ringtone sounded in the darkness. Yang Qingheng suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the phone on the table. It was a familiar number. She felt a strange unease: "Zhong Yan?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you so late at night, but you're the only person I know in Hai Province..." Zhong Yan felt a tightness in his nose and his eyes felt like they weighed a ton.
Hearing his weak voice, Yang Qingheng became anxious: "What's wrong with you? Tell me."
But then a muffled thud came from the other side, and then there was silence. I don't know if she fainted.
Yang Qingheng was startled, fearing something had happened to him, so she grabbed a coat and wrapped it over her pajamas before running outside.
Song Hengjue, tall and slender, curled up under the bed in frustration, his face turning ashen with anger.
It's that shameless guy again! Calling in the middle of the night, he's clearly up to no good!
He should have believed Yang Qingheng, but considering Zhong Yan's similar temperament to Gu Yi, he became uncertain.
That woman has always liked this kind of thing, and it has never changed over the years. Even in her past life, when she watched movies, she would only watch those with refined and cultured male leads.
Even if she didn't have feelings for someone else, that vixen was cunning and scheming, and it was hard to say she wouldn't try to seduce her.
No, he can't let that vixen come near him.
Furious, Song Hengjue crawled out from under the bed and tiptoed downstairs, only to find himself at the back of a departing car.
"Bang Bang Bang!"
"Zhong Yan, open the door!" Yang Qingheng called out twice, but heard no response from inside. Her brows furrowed, she searched around, grabbed a chair from the floor, and burst through the door.
Turning on the light, one immediately sees Zhong Yan curled up on the ground, his once upright body huddled together, covered in cold sweat.
So pitiful.
The idea popped into her head suddenly. Without thinking too much about it, Yang Qingheng used all her strength to help him up: "Let's go to the hospital."
Zhong Yan sensed someone was there and tried to push her hand away in a repulsive manner.
Yang Qingheng brushed his hand away, grabbed his other arm and put it on her shoulder: "Don't move."
Zhong Yan heard a familiar voice, struggled to open his eyes, and saw that the person in front of him was indeed Yang Qingheng. He was momentarily dazed.
Are you dreaming?
It seemed like she was appearing in his dream for the first time.
"Be a ghost? I think you've lost your mind." Yang Qingheng said irritably, practically dragging and kicking him into the car.
Little did they know, several heads were sticking out of the windows upstairs, watching the scene unfold below.
The boss went to the employee dormitory late at night and dragged a handsome college student into his car.
You have to admit, rich people know how to have fun.
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