Chapter 67 Chapter 67 The Legs of the Woman in My Arms
"What do you want from me?"
In a quiet and spacious office, Song Tingfeng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, tall buildings rose in a forest, the sun set, and Wucheng's bustling CBD was in full view.
He looked a little tired, but when he saw Song Qingyun, he seemed to be in a good mood.
In the past, Song Qingyun never came to the company to see him.
Song Tingfeng pulled Song Qingyun into his arms and said in a low voice, "Do you miss your brother?"
He had a faint, pleasant fragrance. The tall figure of the man pressed down on him, and Song Qingyun was a little panicked. After all, this was in the company, and he was afraid of being seen. He quickly retreated a few steps uncomfortably.
"Brother, Xintong Company is short of money, can you help?"
She thought for a moment, "For example, investing. You can invest in Kelly."
Song Tingfeng seemed to have not expected that she actually had something important to do.
"invest?"
The man repeated the word, "Did you mean to do this yourself, or did she ask you to come to me?"
"It was my own idea. She's my best friend and I wanted to help her."
Song Qingyun spoke earnestly.
After a long while, she heard Song Tingfeng slowly say, "That's not enough of a reason."
"I can't invest in her just because she's your friend. I have absolutely no confidence in Xin Tong's abilities. From a business perspective, there's no need for the Song family to get involved in this matter."
"Besides, you're well aware of the internal affairs of Morikawa. Sons and daughters fight over the family fortune, and everyone around them takes sides. Your personal relationship with her is a matter between little girls, so I won't ask you to cut off contact with her. But I won't do anything else."
Song Tingfeng's face was expressionless. He sat in the chairman's office chair. Even as he sat, his aura was powerful and unyielding.
Song Tingfeng at this moment was completely different from the brother who held her in his arms and coaxed her to sleep at night. He was dressed in formal attire, his eyes were cold, the company listened to his orders, and he had the final say in the entire Song family.
…
Song Qingyun returned home in a daze.
Song Qingyun was worried because he couldn't help Xin Tong. He had no appetite for dinner, and when the nanny asked him a few questions, Song Qingyun looked depressed and mentioned the matter to the nanny.
The Song family is rich, and Song Tingfeng and Song Qingyun were raised by an old nanny since childhood, who is almost like a mother to them.
Song Qingyun said listlessly that she felt bad for not being able to help her good friend, but the nanny said while watering the flowers, "Miss, why bother thinking about these things."
"You're a girl, you don't have to think about these big and troublesome things. Investing, starting a business, these things will fail, and they're very tiring. Just leave it to the men. You can just be a young lady and have no worries about food and drink for the rest of your life. Mr. Song can rest assured too. Isn't that good?"
The nanny is old and sighs.
"If you ask me, Miss Xin's return to China to fight for the family inheritance has become a well-known issue, and it has a very negative impact. Mr. He Chuan has no son, so it's understandable that he wants a son to inherit the family business. But Miss Xin is such a strong-willed girl, so what can she achieve by making such a fuss?"
The more Song Qingyun listened, the more unhappy he became.
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, Miss, don't be angry with the Master."
The old nanny thought she was just throwing a tantrum, angry because she didn't get what she wanted, and tried to persuade her, "Look how pitiful the young master is! He's only two years older than you, yet at such a young age he has to shoulder such a heavy family responsibility. The entire company is in his care, and everyone's eyes are on him. How much pressure must he be under?"
"Miss, you should be more considerate of him and feel more sorry for him."
"The young master is very pitiful."
Pitiful?
It's pitiful again.
Song Qingyun couldn't help but think of what Xin Tong had said before.
Is Song Tingfeng really pitiful?
He does have a lot of pressure and responsibility.
But he also had great power and high status. Everyone knew him, everyone admired him, said he was a young talent, and called him Mr. Song.
She will always be an unknown person who is ignored by everyone, and a parasite that everyone has tacitly accepted. Maybe everyone will envy her good luck, enjoying wealth without taking any responsibilities, and having someone to support her even if she has to live a carefree life since she was a child.
"Don't I have any important responsibilities?" she couldn't help asking.
"Of course." Speaking of this, the old nanny actually smiled, "Girl, marrying a good man is the most important thing. You don't have to struggle for your whole life, and you won't have to worry about food and drink."
Song Qingyun was stunned.
But she didn't know how to refute the nanny, so she could only stand up silently and say, "I'm full, I'll go up first."
…
Song Qingyun has been stupid since childhood.
When I was little, it took me three months just to learn "2+3=5". By the fourth month, I finally got it right, but when I asked myself the reverse question, "What is 3+2?", I had no idea.
I failed elementary school, repeated a grade in middle school, and just got an art major in college, hanging around there awkwardly.
Like Xin Tong, she'd been called "stupid" since she was little. But Xin Tong was a bit stronger. At least Xin Tong was outgoing and lawless. She, on the other hand, remained silent when bullied, timid and cowardly, speaking softly like a silly, clumsy rabbit.
So, when Song Tingfeng approached her step by step, she was unaware.
When Song Tingfeng forcefully pulled her into his arms, her struggle was in vain.
When Song Tingfeng told her the truth that "we were both adopted by our father and have no blood relationship", and used this truth to coax her into accepting their dirty and immoral relationship, the young Song Qingyun had no strength to resist.
Song Tingfeng is too smart, too thoughtful, and too good at talking.
But she was too stupid, too foolish, too hesitant and soft-hearted.
——Words are the most deceptive and flattering words in the world.
She was a rice bug, but Song Tingfeng still felt it was not enough. He wanted Song Qingyun to be a dodder, to always be by his side, to always be his weak and timid sister and his lover who could not be seen in public.
For twenty years, day and night under the same roof, family affection and love were twisted and entangled, like vines and weeds, which could not be cut off or sorted out. They ate people layer by layer and bloomed bright red flowers on the corpses.
But what Xin Tong said before.
But it looks like a sickle with a cold glow.
For the first time, he forcefully cut off the enchanting, bewitching flower, revealing to her the most rotten thing underneath.
The incompetent Xin Tong was instigated and returned home overnight. She fearlessly announced in front of the entire Wucheng that she would fight to the end with her adopted son who was calm, upright, young and promising, and better than her in every way, until she got back everything that belonged to her.
Xin Tong said, "How can a man be pitiful?"
Song Qingyun sat in the room.
The surroundings were quiet, with a bright moon outside the window. She was alone, lost in thought.
*
Xin Tong spent a week looking for investment for his company.
But all the capitals seemed to have agreed to stay away from the meeting.
It might be because her reputation as “Wucheng’s No. 1 Waste” was too widespread, and everyone looked down on her and didn’t think she could accomplish anything.
It is also possible that everyone assumes that He Tianqi will be the final winner and does not want to offend the next successor of the Morikawa Group in advance.
After a week of no results, Xin Tong was irritable and tired, so she simply stepped on the accelerator and went to Peach Color Mark again.
Now when she comes to Peach Color Mark, she no longer looks for other people or orders anything else with dirty taste. She only asks 0401 to give her a massage.
In the middle of the massage, she fell asleep again. When Xin Tong woke up from the bed and opened her eyes drowsily, the first thing she saw was the well-behaved and quiet face of 0401.
The massage lasted three hours, and she slept an extra hour.
For four hours, he just sat there obediently.
She leaned against the head of the bed and rubbed her eyes. 0401 immediately handed her a cup of warm water and fed her.
Xin Tong blinked and took a quick look, and was almost dizzy by the long golden hair in front of her. She felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
"…Why do you have this hairstyle?"
She always had the strange feeling that a certain young master was giving her a full body massage with a humble look.
——This scene is simply unbearable to imagine. Xin Tong shuddered. Just imagining that scene made her feel strange and exciting. Her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and her mind became a little excited.
If there is a chance in the future...
She had to experience this scene for herself.
0401 raised his eyes and looked at her.
The eyes were round, big, with long eyelashes, moist and bright.
"I heard that Miss Xin likes to see people with this hairstyle."
"Everyone says that."
He replied.
Um?
Xin Tong was confused. Where did this rumor come from?
"Not really."
Xin Tong spoke frankly, "The hairstyle doesn't matter. I like any guy as long as he looks handsome."
"Besides, there's no need for me to dress up like what I like."
"I'm not the only guest you have."
Xin Tong stretched, her voice a little hoarse as she spoke, and she moved down and buried herself in the thin blanket, revealing a section of her fair arms.
The room was dimly lit and quiet. 0401's eyes were unconsciously drawn to the white, but he quickly looked away, his cheeks unconsciously flushing a little.
The young boy lowered his head and said after a few seconds:
"It's necessary."
"You will be my only guest."
His voice was very soft, but Xin Tong still heard it and tilted her head in confusion.
"Why?"
She thought for a moment and said, "It seems that I am a big VIP in your boss's eyes. There is such a customized service."
"But I don't come here often, only once or twice a month. When I'm not here, won't you receive other people?"
"Yeah." He nodded.
The sound is soft, like soft silk.
"From the beginning to the end, everything is just for you, everything is just to serve you."
Xin Tong was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and laughed when she heard this.
"The training words are very good."
The boy was stunned, then he explained a little anxiously, stammering.
"No, it's not a training rhetoric. It's my own true words..."
Xin Tong nodded perfunctorily, then stepped into his arms.
"Give me a rub."
"Count it as overtime and give me a tip."
“…”
He was speechless.
His face turned a little red, as if he wanted to explain that he was not doing it for the tip, but when he looked up, Xin Tong had closed her eyes again, so he could only swallow the words on the tip of his tongue.
Look down.
There was a woman's leg in his arms.
Slender, well-proportioned, with healthy muscles. Fair skin and long bones. Its owner, careless and a little bit spoiled, stretched his legs into his arms as if it was normal, and then went back to sleep without worry.
He blinked slowly.
He is tall and has big hands.
With thin calluses and warmth, it slowly covers the ankle.
Then tighten your five fingers and slowly hold them.
His heart was beating wildly, and every cell in his body was clamoring with excitement. This scene was very similar to his dreams every night, and blood was gathering in his brain.
He lowered his head and took a deep breath.
Then hold her ankles and slowly start massaging them.
“It’s too heavy…”
The eldest lady snorted in dissatisfaction.
"Don't you always know that I like light things?"
He woke up as if from a dream, lowered his head and apologized in a low voice.
Then he immediately slowed down his movements.
The faint scent of rose essential oil wafted through the air. The young lady had fallen asleep again, her breathing peaceful, her chest rising and falling gently, unconscious.
0401 Gently stroke her slender toe joints.
Then, he put his legs gently back on the bed, covered himself with a thin blanket, sat back quietly, and waited obediently for the only person he had dreamed of and thought about day and night to wake up from his peaceful sleep.
*
After waking up, I felt refreshed. After paying the bill, Xin Tong casually said to 0401, "You might be more suitable for short black hair, the kind that is refreshing and clean. I just said it casually, any kind you like is fine." Then she waved goodbye and left in style.
I walked out of the room, opened my phone and swiped it casually.
A piece of news immediately popped up, clearly visible in the notification bar.
"The daughter of the Morikawa Group has reappeared in a private club, surrounded by ten men, surrounded by wine and women."
Xin Tong: “…”
It’s unfair, Dou E is wronged!
She sighed, put away her phone, and walked forward.
The hallway of the club was silent. The carpet was soft, and the walls were covered with fakes of world-famous paintings. The lights were dim, and she walked forward step by step. Suddenly, she saw a person standing at the end of the corridor ahead.
After seeing his face clearly, Xin Tong slowed down her pace.
It’s Leong Lok Ming.
What is he here for?
Xin Tong blinked and continued walking forward. As the distance shortened and the angle changed, she finally saw that there was a man standing behind Liang Luoming.
He was tall and thin. He wore thick winter clothes, but he never looked bulky. He wore a cold hat that covered his entire head, revealing a few strands of light blond hair at the nape of his neck.
Jiang Chongyan stood there with his hands in his pockets and an expressionless face.
Xin Tong stopped immediately.
There was a buzzing in my head and I was stunned and confused.
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