Shen He's chest shook.
She said indifferently: "Why would I be reluctant to give it up?"
"Then go ahead and try it." Song Jingcheng's tone was even calmer than hers.
Chen He glanced at the thermos cup in the cup holder that was printed with stick figures.
Song Jingcheng has done many good things in his life.
His hands shouldn't be covered in blood.
At least, her blood shouldn't be stained.
Chen He curled his lips, "Forget it, I won't talk to you about this, I'm going back."
"Sit with me for a while." Song Jingcheng held Shen He in his arms and rested his chin on top of Shen He's head.
"Miaomiao, I personally sent my mother to a nursing home last night."
Shen He was curious about this matter.
She stopped struggling and looked up to see Song Jingcheng's expression.
Song Jingcheng held Chen He's head and hid it in his arms, not allowing her to peek at the expression on her face.
Song Jingcheng said to himself, "My mother was said to have been a very gentle woman in the past."
"When I was little, I often sneaked a peek at her photo albums from her youth and always wondered if my mother was possessed by a demon."
"How could such a gentle woman be so cruel and harsh to me?"
"It wasn't until I was 17 that I forced myself to accept reality. My mother is a monster, and monsters belong in cages."
Song Jingcheng closed his eyes and murmured absentmindedly, "I locked the monster in a cage, but I'm not happy."
Chen He didn't understand how the mother and son got along.
But she could hear and see that Song Jingcheng hated Chu Zhi.
During Song Jingcheng's growth, Chu Zhi must have done some unreasonable and crazy things to force Song Jingcheng to give up on her.
"You've already said it, she's a monster. If a monster isn't locked up in a cage, are we going to let her kill people out there?"
Chen He poked Song Jingcheng's chest and sneered, "Your body is like a broken bellows, it can't withstand any torture. She can drug you without caring about your life or death, and she only wants you to give birth to another heir for the Song family. She has no love for you at all. You are still torturing yourself!"
"Song Jingcheng, life is short, and your life is even shorter. Why bother with so many things?"
"..." What a unique way to comfort people.
Song Jingcheng felt like laughing because of her comfort.
"Are you free the day after tomorrow, Saturday?" Song Jingcheng invited Chen He: "I'd like to invite you to my house and see my big bathtub."
Shen He ruthlessly refused: "I'm busy."
Song Jingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "You like the bathtub in Mu Tingyun's house, but mine is bigger, so why don't you like it?"
"I have something to do on Saturday." Chen He said, "An elder from Kyoto is coming over, and I want to host a banquet to entertain him."
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng gave up and said, "Then I'll have Ma Kai pick you up on Sunday."
Patting Chen He's waist, Song Jingcheng leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, saying in a weak voice, "I'm tired and want to rest. Miaomiao, good night."
Shen He got out of the car angrily.
After walking a few steps, I remembered that I forgot to take the shopping bag.
She went back, opened the car door, and met Song Jingcheng's eyes as he was secretly drinking a lemon drink.
“…”
Song Jingcheng explained: "I'm thirsty."
Chen He saw through it, but insisted on saying it out loud: "I thought you were kissing me indirectly secretly."
"Mr. Song likes stealing so much?"
Song Jingcheng rarely makes mistakes.
Chen He picked up the shopping bag, turned around and left. The image of Song Jingcheng secretly drinking a drink appeared in his mind, and he suddenly laughed.
What a pervert!
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