Song Jingcheng carried Chen He all the way through the cloakroom and came to the small study behind the master's bedroom.
He placed Chen He on the desk, and impatiently swept away the pens and documents on the desk, pressing Chen He down on the desk.
Chen He leaned over, grabbed Song Jingcheng's arm and exclaimed, "Boss Song, don't do this. It's not good if someone sees us."
Song Jingcheng immediately got into the role and cooperated with her in acting: "It's okay, your husband is on a business trip."
"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, no one will know."
After saying that, Song Jingcheng ripped off Chen He's outermost silk shawl, lowered his head and bit her snow-white shoulder, leaving a very obvious tooth mark.
Chen He cried out in pain, "Boss Song, are you born in the year of the dog?"
Song Jingcheng sneered, "What should we do? This mark won't go away for ten days or half a month, and your husband will be home tonight."
"Aren't you afraid of being seen by him?"
Chen He: “…”
"The script is well written." Chen He smiled and grabbed Song Jingcheng's grapes, with a fierce look in his eyes, and asked him: "Have you played it? Are you familiar with it?"
Song Jingcheng endured the pain and tried to please her while clarifying: "I've rehearsed it many times in my mind." I haven't played it before, but I've thought about it many times.
Chen He chuckled softly, her long legs wrapped around Song Jingcheng's waist again, and she pulled him in front of her by his tie...
Enough of the nonsense, Song Jingcheng's shirt was already wrinkled and his tie needed ironing.
Finally, Song Jingcheng clipped the golden tie clip on Chen He's hair.
...
Chen He dozed off in bed for a while and didn't get up to wash up until after ten o'clock.
She was dressed a little formally today, a black cheongsam skirt that outlined her graceful body curves in a charming and sexy way.
Her long hair was half tied up and half let down, with an ebony hairpin inserted in the bun, and the hairpin was decorated with a piece of imperial green.
The moment Shen He came down the stairs, all the servants in the room couldn't help but look sideways.
Noticing that the room was quiet for a moment, Song Jingcheng couldn't help but look up and followed the servants' gaze.
Seeing Chen He coming down the spiral staircase, Song Jingcheng's eyes lit up.
Song Jingcheng picked up the black tea in front of him and took two sips strategically. After Chen He came and sat down beside him, he praised in a normal tone: "You look very good in cheongsam."
"Really? This was custom-made by an old tailor when I went with my grandma last time."
As he was speaking, the gate guard's voice came from the intercom on Xie Jin's waist: "Brother Xie, a car with license plate number Qing CXXX is requesting passage."
Xie Jin said, "It's a guest's car, let it go."
After saying that, Xie Jin turned off the intercom and walked into the living room, lowering his hand to inform Song Jingcheng, "Boss, Madam, Uncle Xie and the others are here."
"You go and receive the guests."
Xie Jin nodded, turned around and went out to meet someone.
Song Jingcheng and Chen He stood up and moved to the west reception room.
This is a semi-open reception room connected to the backyard, from which you can enjoy the back garden.
In this season, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the clusters of flowers are pleasing to the eye.
Three fat cats were lying in the pavilion in the middle of the garden basking in the sun.
Seeing Song Jingcheng and Shen He, the fat cat named Chengbao walked into the living room with an elegant and calm pace, with its tail erect, and jumped onto Shen He's legs.
Chen He quickly picked up Chengbao, brought its head close to her and kissed it, then warned Chengbao: "Chengbao, be good and don't scratch your mother's skirt."
She really liked this skirt. It was her first time wearing it today, but she didn't want Chengbao to scratch it.
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng reached out and took Chengbao from Chen He and held him in his arms.
He rubbed Chengbao's ears and said, "Their nails have grown sharp again. It's time to trim them."
"Aunt Qin." Song Jingcheng called to Aunt Qin, "Bring me the cat's nail clippers."
Aunt Qin quickly brought the tools.
These three kittens were raised by Song Jingcheng himself, and he also trimmed their paw hair and toenails himself.
Chen He stared at Song Jingcheng who was carefully trimming the cat's nails and suddenly said, "You will definitely be a qualified and excellent dad in the future."
Song Jingcheng said: "The nanny is in place, just waiting for you to give birth to a baby for me."
...
Xie Qian followed her father and, under the guidance of Xie Jin, walked into the main hall of Jiuxing Mansion, turned a corner, and came to the reception room on the west side.
"Boss, Madam, Uncle Xie and Miss Xie are here."
Xie Jin's call of "Madam" startled Xie Qian so much that she forgot to adjust her facial expression.
lady?
Mr. Song is actually married!
Xie Qian looked at the woman in the black cheongsam who had her back to her.
Even from her back, it was clear that she was a young woman with a refined temperament and dignified demeanor. The part of her neck that was exposed outside the neckline of her cheongsam was even more slender and white.
Mr. Song’s wife must be the daughter of a wealthy family.
Xie Qian unconsciously pursed her lips.
"Mr. Song, Madam, good morning." Uncle Xie placed the two bottles of wine he brought on the table in front of Song Jingcheng.
He said, "This is the rice wine brewed by my relatives in Xiangxi. I brought it for Mr. and Mrs. Song to try."
"Uncle Xie, you're so polite." Song Jingcheng gestured to Xie Jin, "Please accept the wine."
Then he said to Aunt Qin, "Aunt Qin, serve tea to Uncle Xie and Miss Xie."
Uncle Xie smiled shyly, then realized that his daughter had been standing there silently, so he quietly pulled Xie Qian's sleeve.
Coming back to her senses, Xie Xi nudged her daughter's arm with the gift she had brought and reminded her, "Xixi, call someone quickly."
Xie Qian barely regained consciousness, retracted her gaze from Shen He's back, and respectfully greeted Song Jingcheng, "Hello, Mr. Song."
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