Sweet crazy!The abstinent tycoon spoils the queen as a delicate cub

Before meeting Liang Xi, Song Heqing was cold and ruthless, and looked at everything in the world indifferently, without waves and waves, and the days were just like this day by day, without expectations, without hope.

But he has always been paranoid in his bones. He will go abroad to get the inkstone and come back after leaving the partner to hang out for an inkstone; he will kill for a calligraphy and painting regardless of persuasion;

He is even more unpredictable, talking and laughing happily one second, and pointing a gun to your head the next second, and pulling the trigger mercilessly.

After meeting Liang Xi, he was still the cold, ruthless, unpredictable Song Heqing.

It's just that he insisted on hiding his true self, only willing to show Liang Xi his good side.

Has Song Heqing changed?

changed.

Become gentle, become talkative, and finally become a little normal person.

But some things in his bones will never change.

He is still the cold and paranoid Song Heqing who is uncertain,

Love is a poison for which there is no antidote in the world, and two people are content with each other, sinking together.

The black dagger sheath lined his slender fingers cold white, and the fingertips were on the dagger handle, and the silver blade exuded a faint cold light in the dark.

Realizing what he was going to do, Cheng You's pupils constricted, and he said bravely, "Sir! If the young lady sees your injuries, the young lady will feel bad!"

Their husband has only been injured twice in recent years, one by himself and one for the young lady.

He was by his side both times, so that both times when he returned to the base, he was surrounded and beaten for lack of protection.

For Mr. Yu, the Young Madam is everything to him.

But to them, Mister is everything to them.

Song Heqing stopped and drooped his eyelashes, as if he was thinking. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Go pick Jiang Wen over."

"...Are you not looking for Mrs. Young Madam?" Cheng You asked puzzledly.

Song Heqing threw the dagger to him, "Don't worry, let Jiang Wen come over with his tattoo tools."

"Ah?" Cheng You was stunned for a moment.

tattoo?

Do you want a tattoo, sir?

Cheng right glanced at his waist, recalling the beauty he saw not long ago. Mr.'s waist is strong and thin, with abdominal muscles that should have a mermaid line, and there is no trace of fat. Even a man like him feels that the waist line very beautiful.

If you tattoo something...

How does he think it is a kind of defilement.

After thinking about it, Cheng You didn't dare to disobey the order anymore, so he called the captain of the helicopter and asked him to wait, then drove to the vicinity of Jincheng University, and dragged Jiang Wen, who was sleeping soundly, up.

"Jiang Shao, where are your tattoos?"

In the dark room, Jiang Wen was only wearing a pair of gray shorts, with a broad back, lying down on the big black bed, with his face buried in the pillow, and wailed helplessly, "Brother, I beg you to take a look." How's the time? It's three o'clock in the morning! Get a tattoo on your ass."

Damn, just like a fucking bandit, you don't even knock on the door, just pry open the door and enter!

If it weren't for his good psychological quality, he would have to lie down in the ICU right now!

How did his brother, such a noble person, cultivate such a thug! ! !

Cheng You turned on the light in the room with a "snap", the bright light hurt Jiang Wen's eyelids, "Brother, why are you so nervous!"

"It's not me, it's my husband who wants a tattoo."

While talking, the subordinate who followed Cheng You came in carrying a big box, "Brother Cheng, I found the tools."

heard.

Cheng You nodded, "I offended Young Master Jiang." After saying that, he directly picked up Jiang Wen who was still in a daze on the bed.

"Damn it! Put me down!" Jiang Wen was head down, knocking his head on his back which was as stiff as iron, and he screamed angrily, "Brother! Can you let me wear some clothes! It's raining outside Ah bro!"

"I have a delicate body, and I will get sick if I freeze it. Who will tattoo my brother by then!"

Cheng You paused, thinking he was troublesome, went back and directly pulled up the quilt, wrapped him casually, passed by the cloakroom and took a set of clothes, "It's a waste of time, sir, I'm not that patient, Mr. Jiang, you are in the car Let's wear it."

Jiang Wen, "..."

"Damn it, I'm really convinced!"

...

at the same time.

Liang Xi, who was far away in Tel Shengzhou, also found out the truth.

Yin Han is the daughter of a local real estate tycoon in Jincheng. She and Liang Muqing used to be plastic sisters. She was there at Liang Muqing's birthday party. She was wearing a striking red dress. Liang Xi had a little impression of her.

As for the photo, she picked it up from the Internet.

That time they took Mianmian to the amusement park together, and Mianmian's little milk dumpling refused to be hugged by Song Heqing, but insisted on being hugged by Liang Xi.

While Xiaotuanzi was crying and fussing, his little hands randomly pulled and lifted things.

The hem of Song Heqing's clothes was accidentally lifted up at that time, and then it was photographed by the surrounding tourists and uploaded on Weibo.

And this photo was saved by Yin Han at the first time. Fu Ling had a heavy workload at the time, and it was inevitable that there were omissions in the processing, so it is understandable.

of course.

After knowing what she wanted to know, Liang Xi didn't waste time with her in the attic, and let the white tiger who was about to make a move pounce on the bed.

She walked out of the door, looked down and saw Bu Shuang standing on the stairs below.

The two looked at each other.

Liang Xi bent her lips, "What? Standing here waiting for the body to be collected?

"A few peonies are blooming, and I want to invite His Highness to enjoy the flowers together." Bu put his hands behind his back, listening to the terrifying roar of the white tiger on the attic, with a gentle smile on his face.

Liang Xi nodded slightly, and unconsciously caressed the warm emerald jade beads with her hands in her pockets.

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Yan Country, Yueming Garden.

With his messy chicken coop on his head, Jiang Wen put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, yawning, and followed Chengyou.

"Why did my brother go crazy in the middle of the night? My sister-in-law is not around?"

Cheng turned his head to the right and gave him a cold look, with a warning in his tone, "Young Master Jiang, please pay attention to your wording."

"I'll just talk about it in front of you..." Jiang Wen was timid, touched the tip of his nose, lowered his head embarrassingly, and complained secretly in his heart.

Isn't it crazy to suddenly want to get a tattoo in the middle of the night?

Not long after, the two walked into the luxurious and elegant room one after the other.

A faint smell of tobacco floated into his nostrils, Cheng right saw the sharp back sitting in the darkness.

"Sir." He said in a low voice, walked over, and put the toolbox in his hand on the black coffee table.

Jiang Wen then shouted respectfully, "Brother."

"Yeah." Song Heqing raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, "Sit."

When Jiang Wen saw him, he felt as if there was a mountain on his back, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure. He was sitting on the sofa, and he tentatively asked, "Brother, what do you want to get tattooed? I can design it in advance. "

Broken thoughts:

Before I met my wife, my husband was a flower growing in the cliffs and rocks in the Cambrian period.

Ok?

Cambrian is bleak, he only sees the world full of scars, has no expectations, no hope, and lives like a walking dead.

What about after meeting Mrs.

Vines grow from the cliffs, weaving them into cages, trapping butterflies and dancing with flowers.