Song Jialin felt much better after she gave her followers a severe scolding and slapped two of the girls.
She pointed at them and scolded them again, but when she saw that they were too honest to say a word, she turned around and went back arrogantly.
Song Jialin wandered around outside and was originally planning to go back for dinner, but when she remembered that her mother had been taken to the police station and there was no one to cook today, she turned around and went to a restaurant outside to eat, and also packed a portion for her father.
My father has been taken care of by my mother over the years. He has never done housework and probably doesn't know how to cook.
When Song Jialin returned home with the packed food, she saw her father sitting in the living room with a gloomy face.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Baoshun turned his head with an irritated look on his face. Seeing that it was his daughter coming back, Song Baoshun's expression improved a little, but he was still a little angry because she couldn't have a hot meal when she came back.
"Where's your mom? Isn't she supposed to come back and cook at this hour?"
"Dad, my mom went out with her best friend this afternoon. She said she was going to visit nearby cities and might not be back for a week."
Song Jialin didn't want to tell her father that her mother was taken to the Public Security Bureau, because once her father knew about it, he would probably divorce her mother in anger.
Song Jialin herself doesn't have much affection for her mother, but if her mother were not around, with her father's current position, he might marry a young and beautiful girl.
A young and beautiful woman is not as easy to control as a mother. If you don't obey her, cook for her, or wash her clothes for her, how can she live?
Although Song Jialin is willful and capricious, she is not stupid and has thought many things through clearly.
Zhang Yuhua’s actions today did disgust her, but she still had value to her and could not be abandoned for the time being.
"What? Zhang Yuhua is so bold! Who will cook for us when she's not at home? What are we eating tonight?"
"This woman has been getting more and more annoying lately. She can't handle things outside, and she can't handle things at home. What's the point of having her?"
Song Baoshun was hungry and became more and more angry. Song Jialin quickly handed him the packed food.
"Dad, this is the meal I specially prepared for you. It's still hot. Don't be angry. Just eat it first. Don't starve yourself."
With Song Jialin's gentle persuasion, Song Baoshun finished his meal. The food tasted pretty good and his anger subsided a lot.
Song Baoshun sat in the living room to rest, and Song Jialin also sat with him for a while. When she thought about the appointment she was about to keep in the evening, she became a little restless.
"Dad, I sweated a little today, so I'm going to take a shower first."
Song Jialin found an excuse to go to the bathroom to wash up, and she stayed there for more than an hour.
After washing her hair, Song Jialin moisturized it with conditioner. She also washed her body twice with soap and rubbed every corner of her body, leaving a layer of hard skin on the ground.
After washing, she blew her hair dry and kept spraying perfume on her body.
The clothes she chose today were also quite special. She wore a thick cotton jacket on the outside and a sexy suspenders on the inside.
When Song Jialin came out of the bathroom, Song Baoshun could smell a fragrance from a distance.
"My dear daughter, you smell so good late at night and are dressed so beautifully. Are you planning to go out?"
"Dad, I won't go out. I'll go home and sleep soon. You work so hard every day, so you should go to bed early too."
Under Song Jialin's persuasion, Song Baoshun really got up and went to clean up.
Song Jialin sat on the sofa waiting for her father to finish cleaning up and return to the room, then she quietly left.
The wind was very cold at night, but Song Jialin felt excited at the thought that she would soon meet a peerlessly handsome man like Zhou Yongnan.
The key is that this man has a good figure, a good family background, and has never been in a relationship. Such a pure man is the easiest to control.
The person who came was Song Jialin. Although there was some distance between them, the pungent fragrance still came in through the crack in the door.
Zhou Yongnan almost fainted from the suffocation and immediately raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose.
When Shen Changan saw Zhou Yongnan suddenly become quiet, he knew that the good show was about to begin.
He walked quietly behind Zhou Yongnan and saw through the crack in the door that Song Jialin quietly pushed open the door of room 202.
The room was quiet, with a faint smell of alcohol. Song Jialin raised her hand to turn on the light, but found that it would not turn on.
She frowned, feeling something was wrong.
Song Jialin was about to leave when the drunk man, who had been sitting by the bed and was already drowsy from waiting, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the noise.
He stumbled towards the door, and when Song Jialin was about to leave, he suddenly hugged her waist.
"My little beauty, now that you're here, why are you leaving? I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
The drunk man kept breathing alcohol into Song Jialin's ears, and the warm breath made Song Jialin blush all the way to her neck.
"Have you been drinking? You weren't drinking when I saw you just now."
Song Jialin lowered her voice and asked a little embarrassedly.
"Well, I drank a little. How could I have the courage to hug you if I didn't drink? Hehehe."
The drunk man laughed, because he had drunk too much and his speech was a little slurred. In addition, Song Jialin was not familiar with Zhou Yongnan, so it was normal that she could not distinguish their voices at this time.
"Hate!"
Song Jialin turned around and spoke coquettishly. The drunk man hugged her tightly in his arms and then buried his head in the back of her neck.
Song Jialin sprayed perfume on purpose when she went out. If Zhou Yongnan smelled the strong fragrance, he would probably want to vomit.
This drunkard has a strong taste and only likes this kind of taste.
"Ah! You smell so good! I love the way you smell."
The drunk sighed, and Song Jialin's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile on her face.
She thought to herself that it was a good thing that she dressed up specially when she went out. As expected, except for Shen Changan, other men could not resist her charm.
Sometimes she even doubted whether Shen Changan was a real man and whether he had that ability.
Otherwise, why would you remain indifferent when seeing such a beautiful woman with a good figure and good looks?
Song Jialin will never forget the disgusting look on Shen Changan's face when he woke up that morning and saw her.
Although nothing happened between them, Song Jialin still felt deeply frustrated.
But she had no other choice at that time. If she wanted to help her father get promoted to a higher position and her own life become better, she had to take the risk.
The drunk hugged Song Jialin tightly, feeling the softness in his arms, and soon his hands began to become dishonest.
Although the drunkard was drunk, his instincts were still there. He unbuttoned Song Jialin's cotton jacket with one hand and quickly threw her jacket to the ground.
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