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

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 Shen He."

"at this time?"

Song Jingcheng said nothing.

Ma Kai didn't dare to ask more questions and drove to Shen He Apartment obediently.

Arriving at the gate of the apartment, Ma Kai was about to ask Song Jingcheng if he wanted to go into the community when he saw Shen He.

"It's Miss Shen."

Song Jingcheng raised his head and looked towards the east side of the gate.

Shen 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 shirt.

"Shen He."

Shen He paused, looked in the direction of the sound, and found Song Jingcheng's car.

Ma Kai got out of the car and waved to Shen He enthusiastically, "Miss Shen, 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.

Shen He hesitated for a moment, then carried her things and got into Song Jingcheng's car.

She took out a bottle of lemonade from the shopping bag and shook the bottle to signal Song Jingcheng: "It's sour, Mr. Song, would you like some?"

Song Jingcheng leaned back in his chair, narrowed his eyes, and said in a weak voice: "Help me unscrew it."

"..."

Tsk, she's acting like a yandere.

Shen 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?"

Shen He teased: "Mr. Song is so weak, do you need me to hold the handle for you when you pee?"

Song Jingcheng's face suddenly turned red.

He glared at Shen He in shame and anger: "Woman, you have no shame?"

Shen He was too lazy to pay attention to him and started drinking from the bottle.

The sour water refreshed Shen He's mind and made him 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 the dire situation, Shen He softened her heart.

She held up the bottle and asked Song Jingcheng, "Do you still want to drink?"

Song Jingcheng did not refuse.

Shen He brought the bottle mouth to Song Jingcheng's mouth, deliberately disgusting him: "I have drunk it before."

Song Jingcheng didn't care.

He opened his thin lips and was about to touch the bottle mouth when Shen He suddenly said, "Mu Tingyun touched me, and I touched the bottle mouth, which is equivalent to you kissing 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 sight stopped on 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 Shen He's shirt.

Shen 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 are shameless, but I still want shame!"

"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!

Shen He unexpectedly pinched Song Jingcheng's nipple. Song Jingcheng gasped in pain, but still refused to let her go.

That would have been fine, he simply buried his face in Shen He's neck and bit her shoulder in revenge.

The bite was hard.

Shen He groaned in pain and pressed harder with his fingers.

The two of them were fighting like children, neither of them willing to admit defeat.

In the end, it was Song Jingcheng who let go first. He gently used the tip of his tongue to disinfect Shen He's wound.

After a moment, Song Jingcheng raised his head, his pair of black eyes were bloodshot, and the look he gave Shen He was full of undisguised possessiveness.

There are also emotions that Shen He cannot understand.

Like what?

The oil painting "Sickly Kissing Rose" suddenly popped up in Shen He's mind.

The little skeleton man and the rose blooming in the endless desert.

In this situation, Song Jingcheng is the little skeleton, with Shen He's blood on his lips. And Shen He is the rose in the desert.

She became his medicine.

Whether it is a poison or an antidote remains to be discussed.

"..." Shen He was frightened by Song Jingcheng's gaze.

"Miao Miao." Song Jingcheng pinched Shen 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?" Shen He didn't want to be threatened.

Song Jingcheng shook his head, "How can I bear to do that?"

Shen He got goose bumps all over his body because of the corny words.

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 did not give a clear answer. He just stared at Shen He silently for a while, then he moved his sitting position 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 were rarely evasive.

After tearing 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 Shen He's shoulder.

Said to Shen 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."

Shen He's chest shook.

She said indifferently: "Why would I be reluctant to give it up?"

"Then just try it." Song Jingcheng's tone was even calmer than hers.

Shen He glanced at the thermos cup with stick figures printed on it in the cup holder.

Song Jingcheng did many good things in his life.

His hands shouldn't be covered in blood.

At least, her blood shouldn't be stained.

Shen He curled his lips, "Forget it, I won't talk to you about this, I'm going back."

"Sit with me for a while." Song Jingcheng held Shen He in his arms and rested his chin on top of Shen He's head.

"Miaomiao, I personally sent my mother to a nursing home last night."

Shen He was curious about this.

She stopped struggling and looked up to see Song Jingcheng's expression.

Song Jingcheng held Shen He's head and hid it in his arms, not allowing her to peek at the expression on his face.

Song Jingcheng said to himself, "My mother was said to be a very gentle woman in the past."

"When I was a kid, I often sneaked a peek at her photo albums from her youth, and I always wondered if my mom was possessed by a demon."

"How could such a gentle woman be so cruel and harsh to me?"

"It wasn't until I was 17 that I forced myself to accept the reality. My mother is a monster, and monsters should live in cages."

Song Jingcheng closed his eyes and murmured absentmindedly: "I locked the monster in a cage, but I am not happy."

Shen He didn't understand how the mother and son got along.

But she could tell that Song Jingcheng hated Chu Zhi.

During Song Jingcheng's growth process, Chu Zhi must have done some unreasonable and crazy things to force Song Jingcheng to give up on her.

"You've already said it, she's a monster. If a monster isn't locked up in a cage, are we going to let her kill people out there?"

Shen He poked Song Jingcheng's chest and sneered, "Your body is like a broken bellows, it can't stand the torture. She can ignore your life and death and drug you. She only wants you to give birth to another child for the Song family. She has no love for you at all. You are still torturing yourself!"

"Song Jingcheng, life is short, and your life is even shorter, so why bother with so many things?"

"..." What a unique way to comfort people.

Song Jingcheng wanted to laugh because of her comfort.

"The day after tomorrow is Saturday, are you free?" Song Jingcheng sent an invitation to Shen He: "I want to invite you to my house and see my big bathtub."

Shen He ruthlessly refused: "I'm busy."

Song Jingcheng gnashed his teeth and said, "You like the bathtub in Mu Tingyun's house, but mine is bigger, so you don't like it?"

"I have something to do on Saturday." Shen He said, "An elder from Kyoto is coming over, and I want to host a banquet for him."

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng gave up and said, "Then I'll let Ma Kai pick you up on Sunday."

Patting Shen He's waist, Song Jingcheng leaned back on the chair and rubbed his temples, saying in a weak voice: "I'm tired and want to rest. Miaomiao, good night."

Shen He got out of the car angrily.

After walking a few steps, I remembered that I forgot to take the shopping bag.

She went back, opened the car door, and made eye contact with Song Jingcheng who was secretly drinking a lemon drink.

"..."

Song Jingcheng explained: "I'm thirsty."

Shen He saw through it, but insisted on saying it out loud: "I thought you were kissing me indirectly in secret."

"Mr. Song likes stealing so much?"

Song Jingcheng rarely makes mistakes.

Shen He picked up the shopping bag, turned around and left. The image of Song Jingcheng secretly drinking a beverage appeared in his mind, and he suddenly laughed.

Damn pervert!