Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

After exiting the gate of 'Night', Leng Jinyan was about to leave, when he looked up, he saw Song Qingcheng who was sitting on the side of the road in the open running and answering the phone.

Those enthusiasms that had just subsided for a while, immediately rose crazily again.

Leng Jinyan half-closed his eyes.

The lights outside the 'night' were as bright as day, and her face was clearly visible in such lights.Because it was clearly visible, Leng Jinyan saw the joy dancing between her brows and eyes, as well as the pure and sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, so undisguised, she rushed towards him directly.Like a needle, the enthusiasm in his body instantly deflated like a deflated balloon at a speed visible to the naked eye.

snort!
Her thin lips were tightly pursed, and she strode away coldly;

Song Qingcheng, who was answering the phone, seemed to have a feeling, turned his head to look this way, but saw nothing.

"Allure..."

"Well, I'm here. It's just that I saw an acquaintance just now, but I saw it wrong." Song Qingcheng completely forgot that Rong Kui couldn't see her expression at this moment, and used his hand as a fan, trying to slap the pimples on his cheeks. The scorching heat, but in my heart I scolded Leng Jinyan to death!
"That's it!" Rong Kui, who was far away in City B, narrowed his pupils slightly, but then regained his composure, "Grandpa Song's illness, how is it? I've been a little busy recently, when I'm done, I'll get back to you soon." I'm going to see you and Grandpa Song."

"Hehe, my grandfather is fine. If you don't have time, you don't have to come here." Song Qingcheng said with a guilty smile.

Just kidding, she hasn't fully dealt with Leng Jinyan's matter, what would she say if Rong Kui came over at this time?
So even though she really wanted to see the male god, she still lied against her will.

But I was secretly slandering in my heart: This is not my original intention, it is not my original intention!

"Well, it's getting late, go back and rest early!" The gentle voice in the receiver remained unchanged, as if what Song Tianqing said just now had little effect on him.

Song Qingcheng raised her head and looked at the sky silently, the lights were too glaring, white flowers were everywhere, she lowered her head silently again, "Well, it's getting late, Rong Kui, you should rest earlier, I will also rest, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone quickly, Song Qingcheng knelt down and hugged herself, but her heartbeat was still beating wildly, what should I do?She didn't want Rong Kui to come before she solved Leng Jinyan, but she was afraid that he might misunderstand!
No, no, Song Qingcheng had to call An Ning to find a solution.

But she didn't know that there was a trace of disappointment on the gentle and handsome face of Rong Kui on the other end of the phone watching the phone screen that went on and off, and she instinctively told him that Song Qingcheng seemed to be hiding something from him.

This call was like no other before!
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Leaving the night, Leng Jinyan drove the car all the way back to the villa, but after parking in front of the villa, he didn't get out of the car for a long time.

Sitting in the driver's seat, lighting a cigarette, letting the eye circles expand infinitely in the middle of the night.

What danced in my mind was Song Qingcheng's sweet and soft lips, as well as bright and vivid eyebrows and eyes, like a little wild cat with its teeth and claws.In the blink of an eye, she answered the phone, and a face with an affectionate smile on the corner of her mouth jumped out again, so well-behaved and joyful, it was completely different from the appearance when she was facing him.

Taking a deep puff of the cigarette, Leng Jinyan flicked his fingers a little annoyedly and flicked the cigarette end into the trash can not far away, then turned around and got out of the car.

After returning to the villa, taking a cold shower, but still unable to extinguish the enthusiasm in his body because of Song Qingcheng, Leng Jinyan pursed his thin lips, took out his mobile phone, and called Wang Fan, "Song Qingcheng's information is not enough. In detail, I will go into the office tomorrow to see the complete information."

"Brother, what time is it?" Wang Fan, who was wandering around doing some sports, protested somewhat dissatisfied.

"Go home or check the information, you choose one." Leng Jinyan shook the water from her hair and said in a cold voice.

"OK, you are my big BOSS. I'm afraid of you. Is it okay if I admit defeat? I'll check right away, right away! I promise you will find out all eighteen generations of her ancestors."