After leaving the Mu family, Ma Kai carefully observed Song Jingcheng's mood and asked him, "Mr. Song, are you going back to Song Garden or Dongye Villa?"
Song Jingcheng said, "Go to Chen He."
"At this time?"
Song Jingcheng said nothing.
Ma Kai didn't dare ask any more questions and drove to Chenhe Apartment obediently.
Arriving at the gate of the apartment, Ma Kai was about to ask Song Jingcheng if he wanted to go into the complex when he saw Chen He.
“It’s Miss Shen.”
Song Jingcheng raised his head and looked towards the east side of the gate.
Chen He was holding a shopping bag in his hand and wearing a black silk shirt with part of it tucked into his trousers.
That shirt is obviously a men's style.
"Chen He."
Chen He paused, looked in the direction of the sound, and found Song Jingcheng's car.
Ma Kai got out of the car and waved enthusiastically to Chen He, "Miss Chen, you talk to Mr. Song, Old Ma is going to buy a pack of cigarettes in the front."
Ma Kai went straight to the store to buy cigarettes.
Chen He hesitated for a moment, then got into Song Jingcheng's car carrying her things.
She dug out a bottle of lemonade from her shopping bag and shook it, motioning to Song Jingcheng: "Sour, Mr. Song, would you like some?"
Song Jingcheng leaned back in his chair, narrowed his eyes, and said in a weak tone, "Help me unscrew it."
“…”
Tsk, she's acting like a yandere.
Chen He unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it over.
Song Jingcheng pressed the issue further: "If you can't lift it, will you feed it to me?"
Chen He teased: "Mr. Song is so weak, do you need me to help you hold the handle when you pee?"
Song Jingcheng's face suddenly turned red.
He glared at Chen He with shame and anger: "Woman, you have no shame?"
Chen He didn't bother to pay attention to him and started drinking from the bottle.
The sour water was refreshing and clear-headed, making Chen He's mind clear.
Considering that Song Jingcheng was a sickly person and had specially gone to the Mu family to help in the middle of the night in order to save her from danger, Chen He softened her heart.
She held up the bottle and asked Song Jingcheng, "Do you still want to drink?"
Song Jingcheng did not refuse.
Chen He brought the bottle to Song Jingcheng's lips, deliberately disgusting him: "I've drunk it before."
Song Jingcheng didn't care.
He opened his thin lips and was about to touch the bottle mouth when Chen He suddenly said, "Mu Tingyun touched me, and I touched the bottle mouth. Rounding it off, it's like you kissed Mu Tingyun."
"Uncle, is it exciting?"
Song Jingcheng suddenly turned his head, and his dark, sharp eyes carefully scanned every inch of Shen He's body. Finally, his gaze stopped at the black shirt on Shen He.
The man who had just lied that he was too weak to open the bottle cap suddenly and roughly pulled Shen He up from the chair and onto his legs.
Without saying anything, Song Jingcheng started to take off Chen He's shirt.
Chen He tried to stop him while cursing, "You pervert!"
"Old thing!"
"What are you doing? You want to have sex with me in the car? No, I don't like this."
"You have no shame, but I still have some!"
"Don't mess around..."
Song Jingcheng suddenly ripped off all the buttons of his shirt from top to bottom, and a cool breeze blew into his chest. When Shen He lowered his head, he saw his cream-colored bra...
She was so angry that she slapped Song Jingcheng in the face.
"Neuropathy!"
Song Jingcheng was hit on the head but did not fight back.
Shen He kicked Song Jingcheng's ankle and tried to get up, but failed.
Oh shit!
Chen He unexpectedly pinched Song Jingcheng's breast. Song Jingcheng gasped in pain, but still refused to let her go.
That would have been fine, but he buried his face in Shen He's neck and bit her shoulder in revenge.
The bite was very hard.
Chen He groaned in pain and pressed harder with his fingers.
The two of them were fighting like children, neither refusing to admit defeat.
In the end, Song Jingcheng let go first. He gently used the tip of his tongue to disinfect Chen He's wound.
After a moment, Song Jingcheng raised his head, his black eyes bloodshot, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Chen He was filled with undisguised possessiveness.
There were also emotions that Shen He couldn't understand.
What does it look like?
The oil painting "Sickly Kissed Rose" suddenly popped up in Chen He's mind.
The little skeleton man and the rose blooming in the endless desert.
In this situation, Song Jingcheng is the little skeleton, his lips stained with Shen He's blood. And Shen He is the rose in the desert.
She became his medicine.
Whether it is poison or antidote remains to be discussed.
"..." Chen He was frightened by Song Jingcheng's gaze.
"Miao Miao." Song Jingcheng pinched Chen He's chin and coaxed her gently: "Don't make me angry, I'm a patient and my emotions are not very stable."
"What? You still want to kill me?" Chen He didn't accept threats.
Song Jingcheng shook his head, "How could I bear to do that?"
Chen He got goosebumps from being so cheesy.
But then he heard Song Jingcheng say, "But I will kill Mu Tingyun."
“!”
Shen He was shamefully moved.
She was eager to try and asked Song Jingcheng, "If I slept with Mu Tingyun, would you really kill him?"
Song Jingcheng didn't give a clear answer. He just stared at Chen He silently for a while before he moved his seat and took off his suit and shirt.
Glancing at the scratches on the man's chest and his slightly swollen breasts, Shen He's eyes rarely avoided his gaze.
Pulling off the annoying black shirt on Shen He, Song Jingcheng put his shirt over Shen He and buttoned it up for her one by one.
The movements were delicate, gentle and patient, like a child changing clothes for his favorite doll.
After changing his clothes, Song Jingcheng gently rubbed the bite mark on Chen He's shoulder.
Said to Chen He: "If you are willing to let my hands be stained with the blood of my nephew, then you can try to provoke me, Miaomiao."
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