Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

She sniffed and turned off her phone.Standing up and going into the bedroom, she took her own clothes that the waitress had taken off and prepared to put them on.

However, as soon as he got it, Song Qingcheng smelled a disharmony.

She remembered that she drank that glass of wine yesterday and sweated again. The clothes had been left in the bathroom overnight, and they had already dried up like pickles.

Song Qingcheng looked at the crumpled clothes, and didn't want to put them on at all, but what would he wear if he didn't wear them?

"Ahhhhhhh!" Song Qingcheng, who was already in a low mood, threw away his clothes and turned around in the bedroom, his head hurting like hell.

Suddenly, she remembered, didn't An Ning go to City H?It's okay to find her by yourself.

Thinking of this, Song Qingcheng quickly took out her mobile phone and dialed An Ning's phone number.

"An Ning, are you still in City H?"

"Yes." An Ning has already woken up at this time, and is packing up the clothes from the hotel for the past two days, planning to return to S City later.

With the mobile phone tucked over her shoulder, she asked Song Qingcheng while folding the clothes: "Called so early, what's the matter?"

"Do you know Huihao Hotel?"

"Of course, I've only lived here for two days, my eldest lady." An Ning rolled her eyes, and it was the first time that she felt that her friend's IQ was not online, and she had obviously told her that day.

As soon as Song Qingcheng heard her tone, she knew what she was thinking. She said, "Hurry up and buy me a suit to come to the presidential suite 001. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I would run naked."

"Why are you there?" An Ning stopped folding her clothes, sat on the bed and said solemnly with her mobile phone: "I remember that room is..." She thought for a while: "It's that cold-hearted person from the Leng Group." Right, why did you run there?!"

This news was leaked by the gossip waiter who cleaned her room unintentionally. When An Ning heard Song Qingcheng say that she was there, An Ning immediately had a bad feeling.

She asked Song Qingcheng: "Are you..."

"No, nothing happened between me and him." Song Qingcheng immediately retorted, she explained: "Last night I was in a bad mood and went to the bar to drink. Fortunately, he brought me back after I got drunk."

"Bring it back, huh?" An Ning's questioning tone could be smelled through the phone screen.

Song Qingcheng quickly pointed to the sky and swore: "Just bring it back!"

Although she also felt that it was unbelievable that Leng Jinyan, a drunk woman, could look like Liu Xiahui, but she still said to An Ning: "He is that kind of ice guy, even if I strip naked in front of him, There will probably be no reaction."

"Tut tsk tsk, you really feel relieved for him. Tell me, what's the matter with calling?"

"Didn't I sleep here all night, and now the clothes are dirty, you can buy me a set."

"You." A good friend for many years, An Ning heard her pitiful tone, and raised her hand in surrender: "Okay, okay, you wait there first, I'll go up after buying clothes."

"Well, what a da!" With a resounding kiss to the screen, Song Qingcheng finally felt better. She spread her arms and fell down on the bed.

When she called An Ning, she had already thought about it, she would go back to S City with An Ning, at least, now she didn't know how to face Rong Kui.

With her current state of mind, as long as she sees him, she will definitely show her feet, and then throw everything, including the photo.

However, Song Qingcheng didn't want Rong Kui to know for the time being, she just wanted to press these things in the deepest part of her heart by herself, rot into mud, and melt into ashes.

Like, never happened.

She didn't receive that text message, she didn't know about Rong Kui's past, she was still the school girl who was devoted to being next to him.This is good for both.

After digging through all the information, Song Qingcheng clicked to delete one by one. It seemed that this could cover up the past facts.

But is that really the case?
……

An Ning's speed was very fast, within half an hour, she carried a few bags to the door of the presidential suite.

Song Qingcheng who opened the door took the things in her hand, took her hand and pulled her in: "Come in and sit for a while, I'll go get dressed first."

"Put it on first, I still have to go to the airport to buy a ticket." Saying that, An Ning was about to leave.

Song Qingcheng held her hand tightly: "Wait for me."

"Waiting for you?" An Ning looked puzzled, and she said to Song Qingcheng with a sad expression: "Aren't you...with Rong Kui now? It's not just right that you are here."

Facing An Ning, Song Qingcheng, who always reported good news but not bad news, really wanted to tell her about the text message she received, but she held back. She looked at An Ning and said with a smile: "I want to go back and see Grandpa As for Rong Kui, he can come anytime."

"What a filial granddaughter." An Ning patted her head, sat back on the sofa and waited for her.

As soon as she sat down, she saw the quilt on the other side of the sofa. She smiled meaningfully and looked at Song Qingcheng: "Last night, President Leng asked you to sleep here. It's not bad."

Leng Jinyan's prestige is well-known in S City. Not long ago, a super-hot female star ran into him in a club. arms.

Originally, this kind of thing can be regarded as a beautiful thing, as long as you love me.

But to everyone's surprise, Leng Jinyan turned sideways, let go of the glamorous actress' pounce, and walked straight away.Only the skirt was flapping, revealing the actress's lace panties. That scene once again confirmed the saying that was widely circulated in the upper class of S City.

"I'm not afraid of the three fires from the new officials of the tax bureau, but I'm afraid of the cold and sincere words."

Let An Ning say that this cold and cautious statement is either impotent or wrong in sexual orientation!
A man, a man in good health, has been living a nine-to-five life for seven years like a day, never gossips with women, and has kept himself as clean as a monk for so many years. Aren't those ten fingers about to break off?

Song Qingcheng, who was changing clothes directly in the living room, saw An Ning's rippling look, and gasped: "Look at your perverted look, what do you think of? I can't bear to look at it."

"I was thinking, why is President Leng willing to let such a beautiful woman like you sleep on the sofa." An Ning threw the shoe bag to Song Qingcheng, laughing.

After taking the shoes, she sat on another sofa and lifted her feet to put them on. Song Qingcheng said: "I sleep on the bed, he sleeps on the sofa."

"?"

"President Leng can actually feel pity and cherish jade!" An Ning was almost shocked to death, and then, she thought of Song Qingcheng's appearance after being drunk, and said clearly: "It should be because he can't stand your drinking and catching people. The gesture of hugging and kissing, I guess they want to get farther and farther away from you."

"...I drank...hug, dear." Song Qingcheng's face was full of disbelief.

An Ning had a look on her face: "After so many years, someone is finally treated the same as me. I really feel sorry for President Leng, who is pure and pure and chaste."

"Bah!" As soon as Song Qingcheng said it, her heart was pounding. Last night, whether she was intimate or not.

She pressed her lips uncomfortably. She always felt that there was something weird on her lips now, as if...

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !Can't think anymore!

Song Qingcheng patted his head, put on his shoes, grabbed An Ning's hand, and walked out: "Let's go, let's go."

"What are you doing so busy? Didn't you take it easy just now?"

"Hey, isn't this to save you the time to buy a plane ticket?" Song Qingcheng stepped out of the door of the suite in a hurry. When walking in the corridor, she couldn't help but look back at the suite and rubbed her lips with her fingers.

Did anything happen last night?

Song Qingcheng wouldn't remember what happened after she got drunk, she just vaguely felt that her body was warm last night, and she could still hug her favorite pillow.

etc!Song Qingcheng's thoughts stopped suddenly, pillow, where did the pillow come from in the presidential suite.

Moreover, the pillow is moderately soft and hard, and the size is suitable for hugging. It is very similar to the Snoopy body pillow I use at home...

Thinking of this, Song Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat, that pillow, couldn't it be - Leng Jinyan!
Swipe, Song Qingcheng's heart suddenly turned cold, her fingers even trembled slightly, and she didn't dare to think about it.She shook her head, and quickly rushed into the elevator as if there was a ghost chasing after her.

"Why are you walking so fast?" An Ning looked at her puzzled, looking at her like a thief.

Song Qingcheng grinned, and supported An Ning's shoulder: "Isn't it just to find a place to get your luggage so I can go to Xiping Road?"

"...Xiping Road, where are you going? What are you doing?" Song Qingcheng didn't realize that, when she said that she was going to Xiping Road, An Ning's expression seemed a little strange.

She thought An Ning didn't know about Xiping Road, so she told her, "I lived there not long ago, and my luggage is still there. After picking it up, we'll go back to City S."

It's working time now, and it's not a weekend, so Song Qingcheng knew that Rong Kui must have gone to work in the company.

It was because of this that she could say to go there with such confidence. After all, she didn't know what attitude she would use to face him now, so it was better not to meet him.

An Ning didn't know that there were so many thoughts in her mind. Now she was full of thoughts, and there were only three words - Xiping Road.

In winter, the leaves of the sycamore trees have withered, but the road in the middle is spotlessly clean, and the cold wind blows, bringing only a chilling chill.

After getting off the taxi, the two stood at the door of Rong Kui's villa.

An Ning looked up at the buildings in the fence, her heart moved slightly, she asked Song Qingcheng without turning her head: "Is he at home?"

"Not here." Taking out the key from the tree hole, Song Qingcheng unlocked the outermost carved door: "Come in quickly, we'll leave after we get the luggage."

"Yeah." An Ning dragged her luggage, followed behind her, watched her open the door of the villa unimpeded, pushed the door and walked in.

Suddenly, Song Qingcheng, who was walking in front, lost her figure, and An Ning pushed her: "What's wrong? Why didn't you leave all of a sudden?"

She looked around the room seriously, and suddenly, her eyes fixed on the figure on the sofa.

Rong Kui, who was supposed to be working in the company, crossed his legs, sat on the sofa and flipped through the books on his knees, and took a sip of tea from the teacup at hand from time to time.

This appearance of Rong Kui is the one Song Qingcheng and An Ning are most familiar with.

Song Qingcheng was the first to react. She stood at the door, nodded to him and said, "I'm bothering you these few days. I'm here with An Ning to get the suitcase."

"Going back to City S?" Rong Kui's expression didn't change, he just turned his head and asked indifferently.

In fact, Song Qingcheng was most afraid of Rong Kui who looked like this, as if the two had never known each other before, the strangeness was so frightening.