Chapter 210 Master is good
Shi Ying took out the packaging box from the cabinet and took a cup of mango sago that Sang Qing liked to drink.
When they returned to the back room, Sang Qing had already framed the cake with lace, sprinkled it with jam, and placed fruits and chocolates on it.
Shi Ying stopped by the wall, facing the door, and said to Sang Qing, "Would you like some Yangzhi Ganlu?"
Sang Qing had just washed his hands, wiped them with a tissue, and replied, "Drink."
Sang Qing thought Shi Ying would hand it to her, but he didn't.
Shi Ying shook the glass lightly, with an unfathomable depth hidden in his eyes, "Come and drink."
Sang Qing didn't suspect anything, took off her apron and walked over.
Shi Ying picked up the cup and took a sip himself, then pulled Sang Qing over, lifted Sang Qing's chin, and leaned in to kiss her.
The liquid with the aroma of mango flowed into his mouth. Sang Qing leaned against the wall. The warm fingertips slid down his throat, and Sang Qing swallowed it subconsciously.
A passionate kiss followed, gently sucking the fragrance from her lips.
Sang Qing's eyes widened, and his face flushed in an instant.
What is Shi Ying doing?
This is not home!
Sang Qing struggled and reached out to push, but was grabbed by Shi Ying's big hand and held in his arms.
"Master is good, there is no surveillance."
Shi Ying kissed Sang Qing's lips, his eyelids drooping, and whispered seductively.
Soon he felt the struggle in his arms subside, so Shi Ying let go of Sang Qing's hand, lifted the hair by her ear and put it behind her head, revealing her delicate and beautiful profile.
Shi Ying had already put the cup aside, and leaned his elbows against the wall to create some space in front of him.
Close your eyes and enjoy the beauty of the little Bodhisattva.
When Lei Jinfeng came in, he saw the two of them kissing deeply against the wall.
The girl's face was flushed, like a blooming wisteria. Her small hands wrinkled the clothes on the man's arms, and she raised her head slightly to respond to the man.
Youfei, who came in behind him, was stunned, his eyes full of shock and admiration.
Oh shit!
Boss, you are awesome!
"green……"
Lei Jinfeng felt as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat.
What was once easily available now blossoms into a charming and beautiful thing in someone else's arms.
Sang Qing opened his eyes suddenly at the sudden sound.
His already tense heart suddenly jolted, and he accidentally bit Shi Ying's tongue.
"Hiss~"
Shi Ying hissed, his voice hoarse and melodious, inexplicably making people blush.
The look he gave Sang Qing was filled with resentment and affection, as if she was some kind of scumbag who had seduced and then abandoned him.
Sang Qing's face flushed. She avoided his suggestive gaze and pinched him in frustration, "Why didn't you close the door?"
Shi Ying's eyebrows moved, and his eyes swept across the door, indifferent, "I forgot."
Sang Qing: “…”
She even wanted to strangle him to death!
Sang Qing took a deep breath and distanced himself from Shi Ying. After a moment, he looked at Lei Jinfeng outside the door. "What are you doing here? Didn't you say you wouldn't bother me again?"
The blush on the female's face had not completely faded, but the look she gave him was cold.
Lei Jinfeng felt bitter, "I..."
Lei Jinfeng opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself, glancing at Shi Ying beside him with a look of deep hatred.
Seeing Lei Jinfeng looking at him, Shi Ying wiped his lips in a good mood, leaned back against the wall, and tilted his head to look at Sang Qing, "Should I avoid it?"
Sang Qing looked at him in confusion: "..."
Why are you being so sarcastic?
"You can avoid it if you want."
Shi Ying nodded in understanding, "Then I won't avoid it."
Shi Ying touched the wrist guard on his left hand, curled the corners of his lips coldly, looked at Lei Jinfeng, and silently expressed his provocation.
Lei Jinfeng's fingers were cracking and he gritted his teeth, "This bitch!"
Come outside.
Sang Qing couldn't bear to repeat, "What are you doing here?"
Sang Qing doesn't have such a good temper towards Lei Jinfeng.
Shi Ying gave Youfei a look, and Youfei left reluctantly.
The cold tone was like a needle piercing Lei Jinfeng's heart. He opened his mouth with difficulty, "You know about the wine that day, right?"
Sang Qing raised his eyebrows but remained silent.
However, she only now realized that Lei Jinfeng seemed to be injured. There were still bruises on his face that had not disappeared. His walking posture was a little awkward and he looked a little embarrassed. He no longer had the youthful and mature feeling he had before.
However, these young people didn't care. They took a look and then looked away.
Sang Qing was startled when a drink was handed to him.
Without looking at Shi Ying, he picked up the cup and took a sip as if nothing had happened, but a heat quietly crept up his ears.
Lei Jinfeng had already guessed the answer from Sang Qing's attitude, and he didn't believe that he had made a mistake.
"Why?"
He stared at Sang Qing and asked unwillingly.
Sang Qing thought Lei Jinfeng's question was funny. He put down his cup, propped up his chin, and leaned forward slightly. "Remember when I asked you what made you inferior to Qiao Luoyi? Do you remember what you said?"
Lei Jinfeng's face turned pale.
He said at the time: "You are not as good as Xiao Luo in any way. I would rather be Xiao Luo's servant than be your master husband."
That was just a spur of the moment statement. He actually...
Actually what? Actually I didn’t think so?
Are you actually willing to be Sang Qing's househusband?
But he really didn't like Sang Qing at that time, or maybe he didn't understand why he liked Sang Qing...
Seeing that he remembered, Sang Qing curled her lips and smiled: "Congratulations, you got what you wanted~"
Sang Qing's voice was soft and slow, very pleasant to the ear, yet murderous and heartbreaking.
That's right, Qiao Luoyi did not leave the remaining position of head husband to him, but only gave him the title of servant husband.
Her good sister, who was very good at managing her own image and claimed that she only wanted three beastly husbands, tore down the persona she had created with her own hands.
She had vaguely guessed that this might be the result. Qiao Luoyi was a person who was so good at weighing things, so of course he would leave the position of househusband to someone more valuable.
For example, Renoir, for example, Jun Chenli.
In Qiao Luoyi's heart, a young man like Lei Jinfeng who does not work properly is far from being worthy of being a husband.
But in this way, the good image she had worked so hard to build was destroyed.
It would be fine if you didn't say it. You can marry as many as you want. Women are naturally romantic. But if you tell everyone about it and then do two different things, then you are hypocritical.
Sang Qing was in a good mood, so she was willing to talk more with Lei Jinfeng.
The three greatest joys in life are to persuade a good woman to go to prostitution, to persuade a prostitute to change her ways, and to take advantage of someone else's misfortune and gloat over his misfortune.
"Qing..." Lei Jinfeng blurted out, and then met Sang Qing's cold eyes, so he changed his address, "Sang Qing, I'm not..."
"Not what?"
A voice sounded from behind him, lacking the gentleness and tenderness of the past, but instead carrying a chilling coldness.
Lei Jinfeng turned around in surprise, a hint of panic flashing across his face.
"You've become my beastly husband, and yet you're still thinking about Sang Qing?" Qiao Luoyi walked closer, extremely angry.
Sang Qing looked down at the dialog box where he had opened the blacklist and sent a message just a few minutes ago. How could it come so quickly?
She glanced at Shi Ying beside her and asked silently, "Did you call?"
Shi Ying shook his head. [Not really. It was probably You Fei.]
Not wanting to watch Qiao Luoyi's melodramatic family drama, Sang Qing pulled Shi Ying and prepared to leave.
"Sang Qing, stop right there!"
After taking two steps, Qiao Luoyi's roar came from behind.
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