So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

Mu Tingyun hurried as fast as he could, but was still a step late.

Shen He had already gotten into Song Jingcheng's car and left.

Jun Lin just happened to be carrying a briefcase, and walked out of the studio with two capable subordinates, chatting and laughing.

Seeing a magnificent Rolls-Royce parked outside the house, Jun Lin took a closer look and exclaimed, "Wow, isn't this the third son of the Mu family?"

"How come Mr. Mu still has time to come here?"

"Today is 520 Valentine's Day. Shouldn't Mr. Mu be in the hospital with your pregnant first love?"

"Jun Lin." Mu Tingyun warned Jun Lin in a deep voice: "If you can't speak, you can shut up."

Jun Lin smiled mysteriously, put one hand in his pocket, and walked in front of Mu Tingyun.

The two were of similar height. Jun Lin looked directly into Mu Tingyun's sinister eyes and said with a joking smile, "Are you angry because of shame? Did I hit a sore spot?"

Mu Tingyun's emotions were somewhat out of control. He pushed Jun Lin away with force and said, "Get lost!"

But Jun Lin did not move at all and still stood firmly in the same place.

Mu Tingyun immediately narrowed his eagle eyes and stared at Jun Lin with scrutiny, "Have you practiced it?" Jun Lin's feet were very steady, and it was obvious that he was a martial artist.

Jun Lin shook his wrist and said, "It's courtesy. I just pushed you, so it's not too much for me to punch you!"

Praise!

Jun Lin secretly injured Mu Tingyun's abdomen with a hook punch.

Mu Tingyun bent over in pain, his handsome face turned pale.

"hiss--"

Mu Tingyun took a deep breath and slowly raised his head. Meeting Jun Lin's contemptuous gaze looking at him from above, he couldn't help but look ferocious.

"Jun Lin, what position do you hold to speak up for Shen He?"

"A despicable failed secret admirer?"

"What?" Jun Lin was stunned.

A failed secret admirer?

Mu Tingyun sneered grimly. He leaned against the dark car body, raised his chin, and looked at Jun Lin with a disdainful expression.

He was like a kid who lost his candy, mocking another classmate who didn't get any candy: "Do you think I can't see it? There are so many people in the Architecture Department of University A, but you chose Shen He to open a studio with you. Isn't it because she's pretty and you're attracted to her?"

"Why are you setting up a loving widower persona? Isn't it just to gain her sympathy and pity, and take the opportunity to develop an ambiguous relationship with her?"

"Ah."

Mu Tingyun rubbed his belly and mocked Jun Lin wantonly: "Now that you see me quarreling with her, you must be very proud in your heart, right?"

"But who are you!"

"Even if Shen He breaks up with me, it's not your turn to take over!"

After hearing this, Jun Lin was quite puzzled.

"Mu Tingyun, you can't control your own rotten cucumbers and dirty thoughts, so you think that all men and women in the world are unclean?"

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Jun Lin shook his head exaggeratedly and couldn’t help but sigh: “Compared with Mr. Song, you are really...unsightly.”

Arrogant, stingy, philandering, and his mind is dirtier than a P eye!

"Mr. Song?" This was the second time Mu Tingyun heard of Mr. Song within an hour.

He grabbed Jun Lin by the collar and asked urgently, "Who is Mr. Song and what is his name?"

Jun Lin pried open Mu Tingyun's fingers one by one, smiled playfully, and deliberately provoked him: "When Shen He gets married in the future and sends you the invitation, you will naturally know what Mr. Song's name is."

"Bye." Jun Lin left with his briefcase.

Being provoked by that 'Mr. Song' again and again, Mu Tingyun was completely enraged, and swore that even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he would find that person with the surname Song!

How dare you snatch a woman from him? You're just dreaming!

*

There was a strong scent of soothing aromatherapy in Song Jingcheng's car. Shen He was exhausted after a day's work.

After getting into Song Jingcheng's car, he couldn't hold on for long and fell asleep.

Shen He dressed up specially today, and her dress only reached the middle of her thighs. When she sat down, most of her legs and knees were exposed.

Song Jingcheng took out a thin blanket, gently placed it between Shen He's legs, and told Ma Kai: "Turn up the temperature."

Ma Kai considerately adjusted the temperature to 24 degrees.

While people were sleeping, Song Jingcheng could look at Shen He greedily to his heart's content.

She had just touched up her makeup, applying lip gloss to her pink lips, making them sparkly pink. She also put on false eyelashes and a slightly smoky grey-blue makeup.

Shen He has a pair of small cat eyes, and the light smoky makeup makes her look even more charming.

The more he looked at it, the more beautiful it seemed to Song Jingcheng.

He couldn't help but take out his cell phone and secretly took seven or eight photos of Shen He, and selected the best one to set as the WeChat chat background.

Then I thought that today is 520, and the younger generations in my circle of friends have been showing off their red envelopes, gifts, yacht parties and roses since morning.

Then he also wants to show off his baby.

Song Jingcheng thought about it, turned on the recording function of his mobile phone, shot a video, and posted it directly on his Moments.

And the caption reads: [Her hands are so soft. ]

That evening, the WeChat circle of friends that Song Jingcheng belonged to was like a thunderbolt, and it exploded!

【Holy shit! 】

【Official announcement? 】

【Hot hand-holding video! 】

...

Mengshan was waiting for Su Xi to get dressed.

They are also going out to celebrate Valentine's Day tonight, but Su Xi is socially anxious and the bustling and lively Qing City has nothing to do with them.

He wanted to take Su Xi out to sea on a private cruise ship and also invited a symphony orchestra to perform for them.

It takes some time for a girl to dress up. Mengshan had nothing to do, so she took out her mobile phone and opened WeChat. As soon as she entered the circle of friends, she saw the circle of friends that Song Jingcheng had just updated.

"what?"

"Did Lao Song post on WeChat Moments?"

Strange.

Song Jingcheng has been using WeChat for more than ten years, but he has only posted one message on his Moments so far, which was last week, when he posted a few photos of crying kittens.

This old-fashioned guy actually posted on WeChat Moments? Or was it a video?

He walked through the living room and came to the backyard, leaning against the Roman columns, biting a cigarette and lighting the video.

When you click on the video, what jumps into your sight is a beautiful sunset-colored sunset glow, and the camera switches to the inside of the car.

The camera moves down, revealing a pair of hands with intertwined fingers.

The two hands, one big and one small, clearly belong to a man and a woman.

The girl's nails were trimmed into an arc shape. She didn't have a manicure, so her nails were clean and very slender.

Song Jingcheng held that hand tightly, as if holding a treasure.

This blatant show-off almost blinded Mengshan's eyes.

He exhaled a long puff of smoke, gave Song Jingcheng a thumbs up, then opened Song Jingcheng's WeChat and asked him: [Dating Shen He? 】

Song Jingcheng: [She invited me to see the art exhibition.]

Tsk.

Mengshan gave him a thumbs-up emoji and sighed: [You, the underground lover, will soon be officially married. ]

Seeing that Song Jingcheng ignored him, Mengshan said again: [Originally, I was planning to ask you to be the best man at my wedding. But now our status and generation have changed, so it’s not appropriate. ]

As soon as the message was sent, a striking red exclamation mark appeared on the left side of the dialog box.

And a reminder:

The message was sent, but was rejected by the recipient.

"Oh, I blocked him."

Meng Shan smiled playfully, quickly took a screenshot of the scene and forwarded it to Su Xi, and sent a voice message to complain: [Baby, tell Shen He not to be nice to Lao Song tonight, he has blocked me! ]