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Su Qingye sneezed violently.

"Do you feel cold?" Meng Qing turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, "Don't blow the wind directly, it's easy to catch a cold."

Su Qingye rubbed her nose and joked, "It's okay, maybe someone is scolding me."

Meng Qing couldn't help laughing, "Maybe he was thinking of you."

Because of the way, Meng Qing sent Meng Ziyu home first, and then sent Su Qingye to Jinlin Mansion. At this time, only Su Qingye and Meng Qing were left in the car.

Against the background sound of soothing and melodious piano music, he said softly, "Are you still living in Jinlin Mansion?"

Su Qingye thought for a while before saying, "Well, it's just temporary."

Before long, she will be living in South Bridge.

Su Qingye originally wanted to contact Jin Cheng and tell him that it was inconvenient to go to South Bridge tonight, but found that his phone number was not saved.

Forget it, thinking about it, he doesn't have time to take care of himself, and it won't be too late to talk about it.

The two chatted one after another, and soon, Meng Qing's silver Audi stopped at the gate of Jinlin Mansion.

"Meng Qing, thank you for taking me back, then I'll be leaving first." Su Qingye unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.

At this moment, the sky is dark, and the street light shines on Su Qingye's body, casting a slanted shadow on the ground, lonely and lonely, as if she is the only one walking in the dark night between the heaven and the earth.

Meng Qing watched her walk away step by step. Suddenly, he opened the door and got out of the car, and caught up with Su Qingye.

"Last night, I heard from Ziyu that...you are going to marry Jin Ershao, is it true?" He looked at her back and asked hesitantly.

Su Qingye turned to look at him, a little surprised that he would catch up to ask this topic, and said in a flat tone, "I'm already married to Mr. Jin."

He stared into Su Qingye's eyes in disbelief, and a shy voice came out of his mouth, "When did it happen?"

Su Qingye smiled frankly, "This morning."

"Ye Ye, do you like Jin Cheng?" Meng Qing approached her a few steps and asked cautiously.

Now, Su Qingye couldn't answer his question quickly.

Who would like a person who has just met twice, she is just starting a normal married life, is it important to like it or not?
However, she would not say these words to others, because when she opened her mouth, it was like a hypocritical complaint.

She thought about it and said, "I..."

Suddenly, a heavy black shadow landed on top of her head.

Her wrist was tightly strangled by a cold palm, and in the next second, she was pulled into his arms vigorously. The tip of her nose was the familiar ambergris, mixed with a strong smell of alcohol.

She raised her eyes in astonishment, but bumped into a pair of cold eyes without warmth, like a Shura Demon Sha who had just come out of hell.

What's going on, why did Jin Cheng appear here?It still smells like alcohol!

Su Qingye was tightly shackled by him around the waist, the wound on her body was rubbed, and she frowned in pain, "Mr. Jin..."

Jin Cheng ignored her, but looked at Meng Qing opposite, with a hint of coldness on his lips, "Nephew Meng, I haven't seen her for many years, you are good at it."

It turned out that the two knew each other.

Wait, nephew? ?

Why did Jin Cheng call Meng Qing's nephew?This has to be traced back to the seniority. Meng Qing's grandfather Meng Zhuo and Jin Feinian were from the same army in the early years, and they are called brothers. Therefore, Jin Feinian can be regarded as Meng Qing's uncle. After this calculation, Jin Cheng became Meng Qing's brother. Cousin.

Although Jin Cheng is only two years older than Meng Qing, his seniority is extremely high.

It was very difficult for Meng Qing to accept such a seniority relationship. He glanced at Su Qingye who was shackled in Jin Cheng's arms, and his heart tightened, "Let her go first."

Jin Cheng snorted coldly, "My wife, it's not your turn to talk too much."

As if deliberately punishing Su Qingye, Jin Cheng's arms around her waist got a little stronger, almost rubbing her to the bone.

it hurts...

Su Qingye couldn't help but groaned softly.