After mistakenly flirting with a scumbag uncle, he was forced to have a flash marriage with a wealth

Zhao Jinming said tremblingly: "Mr. Lu, I didn't know you were Mr. Lu, let alone that Song Xiaoning was yours. Just let me go!"

When Fang Yao saw Zhao Jinming appearing here and heard his words, he instantly guessed a little bit about what had just happened.

He stepped forward and kicked him viciously.

"Let you go? The last time you acted against Miss Song, you almost killed her. Mr. Lu has already let you go once, and now you actually want to touch Miss Song?"

Zhao Jinming regretted that he should not have listened to that woman Song Siqi.

He quickly knelt down and begged for mercy: "I was the one who deceived my heart with lard. I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong..."

Zhao Jinming kept kowtowing to Lu Junqian, his whole body was in panic and confusion, like a frightened bird.

Lu Junqian's eyes were extremely cold and he said in a cold voice, "You said just now that Song Siqi instigated you to take a video of Song Xiaoning?"

"Yes! It's all Song Siqi's instigation, it's none of my business!" Zhao Jinming immediately blamed everything on Song Siqi.

Lu Junqian made a sarcastic arc.

A bloodthirsty dark light flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "I have a task for you to do."

Zhao Jinming just wanted to escape the blame now, so he immediately nodded and said: "Mr. Lu, as long as you ask me, I will do whatever you want!"

Lu Junqian didn't want to look at Zhao Jinming again. He said impatiently: "Fang Yao, take him away. I don't want to see him in front of me."

"Yes, Mr. Lu." Fang Yao immediately dragged Zhao Jinming away.

……

In the apartment, Song Xiaoning picked up the messy things and put them away, and disinfected the place where Zhao Jinming had been before feeling much better.

She sat and waited for a while before Lu Junqian walked in from outside.

There was still a gloomy air on his face that could not be resolved.

Song Xiaoning asked: "Where is Zhao Jinming?"

"Handed." Lu Junqian did not say how to deal with Zhao Jinming.

Song Xiaoning thought he had sent the person to the police station and did not continue to question him.

She sent the video of Zhao Jinming's confession to Lu Junqian and said, "I sent the video to you, please hand over the evidence."

Lu Junqian nodded.

The two simply tidied up and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Song Xiaoning's nerves were tense today. Now she relaxed and felt very tired. She fell asleep quickly.

In her dream, she saw Zhao Jinming rushing toward her with a lewd smile. She was pinned under him and couldn't get away no matter what.

This terrible nightmare tortured Song Xiaoning. A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, her brows furrowed, and her breathing became rapid, as if she was trapped in a dream and unable to wake up.

Suddenly, Lu Junqian's voice sounded in his ears.

"Song Xiaoning, wake up!"

His voice was like the dawn that saved her, and the nightmare in front of her disappeared. Song Xiaoning opened her eyes suddenly, and she gasped like a fish out of water.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Lu Junqian's voice rang in his ears.

Song Xiaoning looked up and saw his gentle eyes falling on her. She swallowed, exhaled, and replied in a muffled voice: "I dreamed of Zhao Jinming."

Lu Junqian felt that just kicking Zhao Jinming would really give him an advantage.

Such a scumbag should be killed.

"Don't be afraid." His voice was low and gentle, with a soothing warmth.

Song Xiaoning gradually calmed down. Although Lu Junqian only had two words, it made her feel strangely at ease.