Chapter 232 Conquer Her
Song Ling frowned fiercely and took back the words she was about to curse.
Shang Wu parked the car and walked in front of her, looking at her intently.
"Song Ling, we haven't finished talking yet, why did you leave?"
Song Ling lowered her head and didn't look at him.
"What else do you want to talk about?"
Shang Wufang: "Let's find a place to talk."
Song Ling: "Let's talk about it here."
"Okay, fine. I said we should continue. Why are you rejecting me?"
Song Ling: "Mr. Shang, why do you want to continue with me? You're simply unhappy that I'm ending it first. Do you want to win back a game?"
Shang Wufang thought about this problem.
He said: "Not entirely, I think you are quite interesting."
None of his girlfriends had been like this before. He became interested in Song Ling and wanted to conquer her.
Song Ling: "If I don't agree, are you going to keep pestering me?"
Shang Wufang: "I'm not pestering you. You can understand it as my sincerity towards you."
Song Ling looked up at him for a moment, then after five seconds said, "Okay, I promise you."
Shang Wufang smiled, put his big hand on the back of her head, and was about to kiss her.
Song Ling pressed against his chest: "Wait."
Shang Wufang was displeased: "Want to regret it?"
"No, let's make it clear first, our affairs must be kept secret."
She didn't want anyone in the company to know.
The two of them are going to separate anyway, maybe within a month.
She hoped that this relationship would start quietly and end quietly.
This is exactly what Shang Wufang meant. It is better if Song Ling brings it up, as it saves a lot of trouble.
"good."
After saying this, Shang Wufang was ready to suppress it again.
"etc."
Song Ling called for a stop again.
Shang Wufang lowered his eyes and looked at her.
"Any other conditions?"
Song Ling blushed and said, "Don't do it here."
On the main road, although there are few cars on this section of the road, there are still vehicles passing by.
She didn't want to be looked at like a monkey.
Shang Wufang raised his eyebrows and let her go: "To your house?"
Song Ling felt that it might be safer to go home than to go to a hotel.
So he nodded.
…
Shang Wufang drove behind her into an upscale residential area.
This community is composed of large flats, with two households per elevator.
Shang Wufang followed Song Ling in the elevator directly to the seventh floor and entered the password to enter.
Shang Wu put it in and looked around the house.
Clean and tidy, no clutter, even a little empty.
Song Ling took out a pair of women's slippers and placed them in front of him.
"This is all you have. You'll have to wear it."
Shang Wufang: “…”
His bare feet touched the floor.
"I can't even fit my feet in there, so I'd better not wear it. Later, please prepare some daily necessities for me and leave them here. I will come here often in the future."
Song Ling looked at him in surprise.
Shang Wufang received her gaze and explained, "It's convenient for me to come to your place. If you don't want to, I have a few houses. I'll have someone clean them up when the time comes."
Song Ling: "Just here, I like being at home."
Shang Wufang misunderstood what she meant, his eyes darkened a little, and he stretched out his big hand and put it around her slender waist.
Song Ling was not used to such intimate actions and hid back.
Shang Wufang pulled him closer forcefully.
"What are you hiding from?"
Song Ling felt her cheeks getting hot: "I'm hungry, go cook."
Shang Wu kissed her lips hard for a while, then let her go: "Go ahead, bring me one, I didn't have breakfast."
Song Ling responded, turned around and ran into the kitchen.
Shang Wufang chuckled.
He found that Song Ling was quite shy. Her ears were red as blood and her neck was pink.
I didn’t expect that Sister Ling, the gold medal agent of Bofang Media, is so innocent.
Song Ling was cooking in the kitchen while he was touring the house.
Song Ling's house has three bedrooms, two living rooms and two bedrooms. One of them is covered with bedding and shows signs of life.
The other one only had a bed without a mattress.
Another small room is the study, which has bookshelves, a desk, and a chair. There is a computer on the desk, and a pot of green plants next to it. There are some magazines on the bookshelf.
Shang Wufang returned to the living room, and Song Ling brought out two bowls of noodles that tasted like tomato and egg noodles.
After putting the noodles on the dining table, she turned back into the kitchen and came out with two steaks.
Shang Wu sat down opposite her, picked up the chopsticks, tasted a mouthful of noodles, and frowned.
Song Ling: "Isn't it delicious?"
Shang Wufang swallowed the noodles and said frankly, "It tastes just average."
Song Ling: "Why don't you try the steak? The sauce is ready-made, so it shouldn't be bad."
She seldom cooks. She is busy with work and usually eats out. Sometimes she has to go on business trips and run around everywhere, so she rarely eats meals at home.
She is not very good at cooking, just some simple dishes.
Shang Wufang: "Just eat it. I'll make it for you next time."
Song Ling was surprised: "Can you cook?"
"Yes, my mother requires her sons to have basic self-care skills, including cooking."
"But when it comes to cooking, Xiaoyou is the best cook in our family."
Song Lingrong couldn't help but praise: "Xiaoyou is amazing, he knows everything."
Shang Wufang raised his eyebrows proudly: "My sister is indeed very outstanding!"
Song Ling pursed her lips and smiled.
Shang Wufang finished his bowl of noodles and had a steak.
Song Ling thought he was strange. He clearly thought the food was not tasty, but he still finished it.
Maybe this is the family education of merchants.
She cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. When she came out, she didn't see Shang Wufang.
She thought Shang Wufang had left and was about to go back to her room to change clothes. When she entered, she saw Shang Wufang lying lazily on the bed playing with his cell phone.
Shang Wufang put down his phone, looked up at her, and hooked his finger at her: "Come here."
Song Ling hesitated for a while and walked over to the bed. Shang Wufang pulled her and she fell on him.
Her mouth hit Shang Wufang's chin.
She looked at him with a blushing face.
Shang Wufang's pair of peach blossom eyes were smiling, as if dotted with stars.
"Song Ling, I like you taking the initiative. You were so beautiful when you were wild that night."
Song Ling's face was burning with panic.
She was indeed bold that night, bolder than ever before.
But now she feels embarrassed to take the initiative.
"Mr. Shang..."
"Call me Senior Brother."
“Senior Brother…”
"Good boy, kiss me."
“…”
"Kiss."
Song Ling put her mouth close to him and was about to kiss him when her cell phone rang. She hurriedly climbed up from Shang Wufang.
He picked up his phone and ran to the living room.
Shang Wufang clicked his tongue and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.
Song Ling sat on the sofa and let out a breath, then looked at her phone.
It’s Yan Lixin.
She picked up the phone: "Senior Brother Yan."
"Song Ling, are you free the day after tomorrow? I ran into Linzhou yesterday, and he said he had dinner with the club the day after tomorrow. You should come too."
Song Ling thought about it and felt that there was nothing to do the day after tomorrow night.
"Okay, I'll go. You can send me the address when the time comes."
"Give me your address when the time comes, and I'll pick you up."
"Alright."
After hanging up the phone, Song Ling threw the phone aside.
"That Yan Lixin again?"
Shang Wufang's voice suddenly rang out.
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