Good night, Mr. President

Chapter 1289 Song Chenxi, are you worthy?

The dark anger was clearly conveyed through the hand on her shoulder.

Song Chenxi was in a daze.

Since getting married, he has never bothered to touch her.

She was about to forget the temperature belonging to Gong Chen...

Accompanied by a slap, Song Chenxi expressionlessly raised his hand and slapped Gong Chen's big palm on her shoulder away.

Perhaps because she didn't expect her to do this, Gong Chen fell silent for a while!

"You never ask me where I usually go, what's so rare today?"

In the cold and silvery moonlight, Song Chenxi's delicate face was full of sarcasm.

"you've been drinking?"

Gong Chen's sharp brows were frowned by the oncoming strong smell of alcohol.

Song Chenxi frowned slightly, her stomach felt a little uncomfortable after drinking.

Turn around, ready to continue upstairs to rest.

"Song Chenxi, I'm asking you something!"

Gong Chen obviously felt that something was wrong with Song Chenxi tonight, but he still suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked in a cold tone.

Song Chenxi stopped suddenly.

The elegant back curve is immersed in light and shadow, and is infinitely elongated on the ground.

"Are you asking me something?"

Song Chenxi's gaze fell in the distance, perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, she actually found this scene so ridiculous.

Some window in the villa was opened, and a cool wind rushed in, blowing away her long hair.

Song Chenxi turned around slowly, looking straight into Gong Chen's eyes.

"Gong Chen, don't talk to me in that commanding tone to your subordinates."

Her eyes were as flawless as her voice.

Facing those eyes, Gong Chen's heart seemed to be pinched tightly by something invisible, and just when it was causing a dull pain, his temple suddenly felt a sharp pain, which made his complexion turn cold again.

"Do you know how much embarrassment you have caused Zhiyun by not showing up today?"

Gong Chen took a sudden step forward, and forcefully pulled Song Chenxi's wrist with his big palm, pulling her towards him.

Fiery breath sprayed on Song Chenxi's face.

The skin on the wrist was cold and delicate.

"In the eyes of outsiders, haven't our sisters already torn face because of you? Why do you have to pretend to be peaceful by singing and dancing? Aren't you tired?"

Song Chenxi tried to withdraw her wrist, but all failed.

"So who are you with tonight?"

As she got closer, she could vaguely smell the hot pot smell on her body.

hot pot?

In Gong Chen's memory, Song Chenxi was a cold and mechanical woman, in her life there was nothing else except working and fighting against Yi Zhiyun.

How could she eat something as down-to-earth as hot pot?

Suddenly, Song Chenxi chuckled.

With the pull of Gong Chen's hand, he took two steps forward, bringing the distance between the two closer.

There is no gap.

"Who am I with, do you care?"

With the smell of wine, it spread out head-on.

Obviously this is the smell he hates the most, but Gong Chen didn't avoid it, just looked down into her eyes.

"You don't care at all!"

Song Chenxi chuckled mockingly.

What Gong Chen cares about is knowing whether Yun has taken the medicine properly.

What Gong Chen cares about is whether Zhiyun is healthy or not.

Nothing is for her.

"care?"

The severe forehead pain caused strong disgust in Gong Chen's heart.

"Song Chenxi, are you worthy?"

While talking, Gong Chen tightened his palm even more forcefully, as if wanting to embed it deeply.

With a chirping sound, he tore open Song Chenxi's neckline, and then exposed his arm. The terrifying white scar of Dao Sen was exposed outside like this!

"In order to pretend to be my savior, who even imitated Zhiyun's wound, is he worthy?"

　Fat Yang is still in a period of calm acceptance, thank you cuties for your encouragement.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)