Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

There are even more rumors that the boss of Sandu is a beautiful man. The reason why he opened Sandu was because he got into debt when he was a monk. Du's boss drove him out of the temple and made him return to vulgarity.

But these are all rumors heard by the driver, he doesn't quite believe the rumor that Sandu's boss is a beautiful man.

The driver shook his head, lamenting everyone's ability to follow suit, and soon arrived at Sanduwai.

Song Qingcheng randomly drew a ticket of one hundred yuan and gave it to the driver.Crash looked at the money in his hand, and quickly stopped her: "Miss, I want to refund your money!"

"No need." Song Qingcheng said in a daze without looking back.

She looked up at the signboard of the bar. A lotus flower intended to be held by the Buddha's fingers extended out the word Sandu.

Song Qingcheng suddenly liked the name, and she walked in.

It was daytime at this time, and there were almost no people in the bar, only a few waiters were cleaning the store.

Song Qingcheng walked to the bar and tapped on the bar: "Have a glass of wine, whatever you want."

From her angle, she could clearly see the overlapping long legs of the waiter lying on the bar, wrapped in dark blue trousers.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep. Song Qingcheng knocked several times, but there was still no response.

Song Qingcheng, who was already in a bad mood, became angry: "Have a glass of wine."

The counter knocked loudly, and the sleeping waiter finally responded. He raised his face lying between his arms, and propped his chin with one hand: "What's the matter?"

The waiter looked impatient, and his slightly messy hair was scattered on both sides of his cheeks.

Song Qingcheng looked at his face and was already stunned.

The feminine willow leaf eyebrows, which implied sharpness, were frowning slightly at the moment.The curvature of his phoenix eyes is the most perfect line, and the left eye is next to the top of the nose, and there is a small cinnabar mole, which is as bright as fire.Like the Bana flowers blooming on the banks of the Sansheng River, it burned Song Qingcheng's eyes sorely.

This is a man, Song Qingcheng can tell from his skeleton and flat chest.

She looked at the man's long ponytail tied behind her head, and was a little dazed: "Can I have a glass of wine?"

The man glanced at her sideways: "What do you want?"

"……casual."

"I don't sell it casually here." The man stood up, and under Song Qingcheng's dazzled eyes with his ten fingers like jade, he adjusted a glass of wine with pure color, like clouds in the sky.

He put the wine in front of Song Qingcheng: "Drunk for the sake of getting drunk, this suits you."

Being told the deepest scar in her heart, Song Qingcheng's hand holding the wine glass paused, and she glanced at the man: "What's the name of this wine?"

"Sing the Gita three times." The man replied.

Song Qingcheng chuckled, raised his wine glass and smiled at the man: "Good name." After speaking, he raised his head and took a big sip.

In an instant, the pungent taste rushed straight into the throat, and then, a gust of coolness rushed up, as ethereal as if listening to the Dharma in the real Buddha's ashram.

A glass of wine, at such a level, is no longer just a drink to satisfy people's appetite, but a work of art.

With the tip of her tongue slightly stirring the wine in her mouth, Song Qingcheng closed her eyes and swallowed it.

"Sing the Sanskrit Gita three times, are you still satisfied?" Bai Fan asked Song Qingcheng who had been silent for a long time while playing with the crystal clear quilt.

Song Qingcheng opened her eyes when she heard the words. She looked at the pure wine in her hand, raised her eyes and said to Bai Fan: "It really is a good thing to relieve thousands of worries, let's have another drink."

"If you can finish this glass of wine, today's glass will be considered as my treat."

"Just one drink?" Although Song Qingcheng doesn't drink much, she has practiced wandering around various banquets since she was a child. Not to mention that she won't get drunk after a thousand cups, but Bai Fan just wanted to get rid of her with a glass of wine. He really underestimated her .

Through the drink, she looked at the bar owner who looked like a beautiful banshee: "Let's have three glasses, this wine is quite delicious."

Bai Fan didn't even move, he was aloof, and looked at Song Qingcheng with eyes closed half-closed and compassionately like a god or Buddha: "Only one cup."

Really stubborn, Song Qingcheng, who was depressed and wanted to get drunk, picked up the wine glass and swallowed the wine one by one. She didn't believe that she would be poured down by a mere glass of wine.

The pure color of the wine diminished little by little, and disappeared into Song Qingcheng's mouth.Bai Fan, who was sitting at the bar, had a smile on his lips, not in a hurry.

When there was only one third of the wine left in the transparent glass, Song Qingcheng, who just felt sober, felt dizzy, and the whole bar, including Bai Fan, was twisted into a ball.

She smiled and stretched out her hand to Bai Fan: "You are so beautiful."

"you're drunk."

"No, how could I be drunk." Song Qingcheng shook his head and stood up, but couldn't control his body, and leaned against the bar all of a sudden.

Although drunk, the pain in the body is still so real.

She suddenly felt the pain magnified countless times, like a big hammer hitting her chest, and she couldn't control the tears in her eyes all at once.

"Tell me, are there any strange people in this world? If you don't like it, you can embrace it."

The teary-eyed Song Qingcheng lay on the bar counter, looking at Bai Fan with a smile that was uglier than crying. She raised her glass and drank it cleanly: "Why did he agree to be with me...Since in my heart... still Someone else..."

She was so drunk that her tongue was tied up, and before she could finish her sentence, her head was already buried in her arms.

Bai Fan, who was wiping the wine glass, fiddled with the glass in his hand. He didn't wash his hands until the glasses in the wine cabinet were crystal clear, and picked up his mobile phone to make a call.

"Where are you?"

Leng Jinyan, who was processing the documents, looked at the number that his friend would not call in for a year, wondering if there was something urgent to call for him, so he picked up the phone: "I am now at Huihao Hotel, what is the urgent matter when I call ?”

"Your wife is here with me," Bai Fan's voice was always calm and indifferent as when he was reciting Buddhist scriptures, even if he spoke coldly, he could rarely hear any excess emotion from his tone.

He thought for a moment, and frowned slightly: "Song Qingcheng?"

"Besides her, who else is your wife?" Bai Fan looked down at Song Qingcheng who was asleep and still crying, walked out of the bar, and put his coat on her shoulders: "Miss Song doesn't look too good .”

"Well, I'll be there in a moment."

Leng Jinyan closed the document, took the windbreaker and came out of Huihao. Duan Yushen happened to come up from the hotel lobby. He put his arms around a beautiful waiter. When he saw Leng Jinyan going out, he stopped him: "Hey , where are you going, cousin? So anxious."

"Sandu."

Leng Jinyan's figure didn't stop, he passed Duan Yushen directly, and walked towards the elevator.

"What are you doing there? Aren't you worried that that lunatic will say that you have meddled with his family's treasure?" Duan Yushen didn't want to mention that person if it wasn't for reminding him.

wrong!Is that human?That is a lunatic, a tyrant who is afraid of gods and demons when he is crazy!

Thinking of the man's appearance after knowing Leng Jinyan's contact with Bai Fan, Duan Yushen shuddered, and he put his arms around the beauty in his arms: "May I be blessed."

Standing in the elevator, Leng Jinyan glanced at him and pressed the elevator button.

The weather was completely cold, but despite this, the streets were still busy, let alone the bars.

Leng Jinyan bypassed another woman who came forward to strike up a conversation, and walked straight to the vacuum in front of the bar.

"Why is she drunk?" He saw Song Qingcheng, who was so drunk that she lost her mind, and the coat she was wearing.

Bai Fan propped one elbow on the bar counter: "People who buy drunk are suitable for taking a sip of drunk wine."

"So, you transferred Sandu to her."

"Drunkenness relieves thousands of worries." Bai Fan's extremely exquisite eyebrows and eyes lightly reflected a compassionate smile: "There is a saying in Buddhism, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, crossing one calamity, and gaining merits and virtues for three lifetimes."

……

It's really... a lot of nonsense.Leng Jinyan didn't answer his words, and directly reached out and patted Song Qingcheng's shoulder: "Miss Song, Miss Song."

Song Qingcheng was already so drunk that he didn't know anything about human affairs, and he didn't respond to his shouts at all.

After yelling seven or eight times in a row, Leng Jinyan bent down, put his arms through her legs, and hugged her horizontally.

"Let's go now? Not having a drink with an old friend."

"I heard that Wu Han is coming back from the Amazon soon. You sent him there the year before last on the grounds that you liked a rare butterfly in the Amazon rainforest. Counting the time, he will be back soon with his abilities."

"..." Bai Fan replied Leng Jinyan, throwing his back at him and turning around to mix drinks.

Looking at his back, grabbing his weak point Leng Jinyan smiled, and turned around with Song Qingcheng in his arms.

The moment he stepped out, the entire Sandu Bar fell into a deathly silence, especially those guests and waiters who were next to the bar door, their nervousness could be seen with naked eyes.

Leng Jinyan turned his head and glanced at Bai Fan whose shoulders were tense with great interest, and nodded slightly to the man who walked in: "Angkor, long time no see."

The man who looked 34, wearing a black slim-fit suit with three buttons open, and his hair trimmed a bit, the man with a firm face nodded, exuding the aura of a wild lion, and walked towards Bai Fan.

"This is what you want."

He held a palm-sized glass bottle in his hand, and inside the glass bottle was a butterfly with a colorful color that was almost weird.Butterflies are only the size of a thumb, but their wings are extremely long.

Leng Jinyan, who is not tired of watching a good show, raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, Wu Han really found this little thing. It seems that this time, Bai Fan really can't find anything to talk about.

Speaking of Wu Han and Bai Fan, the pair of enemies, Leng Jinyan also found it quite strange.

Wu Han is young and promising. At the age of 28, he has taken over most of the black business behind the scenes in H City, and he has become the uncompromising Master Wu.

For a long time, in the eyes of outsiders, he has been a symbol of cruelty and moodiness. As long as the woman he likes, whether he is willing or not, he has become a plaything in his hands.

It is said that once he drove for a self-guided tour, it happened to be raining heavily, and there happened to be a temple in front of him.

That temple is a well-known local scenic spot, and there are still ordained monks living in it. Wu Han climbed over the wall and entered without knocking on the door.

Unexpectedly, just such a turn made him fall into a big somersault that is still in the pit until now.

Leng Jinyan didn't know the specific situation at that time, but only heard rumors from H City that Bai Fan, who was still a monk at that time, was kneeling on the futon in the Buddhist hall and chanting scriptures.

He turned his back to Wu Han, and only saw his side face from the Buddhist scriptures and kowtow.

Dignified like a Buddha, handsome and beautiful, in the rain and fog, it looks like a white jade Buddha statue falling in the world of mortals.

Wu Han just stood in the rain, his clothes were drenched by the rain, but his lips were smiling, and his eyes swept over every inch of Bai Fan's body wantonly.

The body wrapped in a blue monk's robe, the slender white fingers holding the Buddhist beads, and the slightly squirming lips.

The sound of the wooden fish was like hypnosis, and Wu Han didn't even move.